Let's clarify a few things from the preview...
{} = thought
= telepathy
"" = normal speech(duh!)
Please feel free to review!
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A couple of months later, the young man had found himself sleeping in alleyways, using his thief techniques to pick pocket his way to a small fortune. He wasn't eating, he was saving all the money he could to buy the motorbike he was promised by a friend of the family. He had enough to buy the bike, but he wanted to have some money left over to get him to... wherever he was going. He was fairly new to this city, having just moved on since he was too well known in the past town. He was living like this since he was a child, alone, with nobody to take care of him.
He pulled his long brown trenchcoat around him, making him slightly warmer. He needed some more money, and he decided he'd pickpocket the next person that he happened to cross.
When he walked out of the alleyway, he saw his victim. An older man, he seemed muscular under his jacket and he had an air of wildness around him, like he was almost part animal. His mind immediately told him to pass him over, but then again, he did need the money badly. So he adjusted his sunglasses, even though the sun was setting, knowing that anyone who saw his eyes would run for the police as quickly as their legs would carry them. So he walked by quickly, accidentally tripped right beside the man for his wallet, but then something odd happened.
A strong hand caught his wrist, and the older man turned to stare at him with dark brown eyes, almost animalistic. This man's gripped was strong, almost as if it was reinforced by more than human strength. Remy's mind immediately kicked into escape mode. He jumped and kicked the man in the chest, which loosened his grip quickly, enough for Remy to run. And that's exactly what he did. He ran for the nearest Fire ladder he could find, making his way to the rooftops. He soon realized he wasn't alone, the man was following him, fast. Remy maneuvered left, then right, jumping form roof to roof, hoping he could lose the animal of a man. He soon realized he wasn't going to get anywhere quickly, so he made for the first window that he could pry open quickly.
When Remy slipped inside, his coat falling down around him, he began to walk silently. Then something happened. He felt himself being pushed against the wall, a strong arm holding him in place, then a low growl came from his captor, and he knew it was the animalistic man.
"What 'cha doin', Bub?" The voice was little more than a feral growl, and it made Remy uneasy. For the second time in the past few months, he had feared for his life.
{Salaud! You've gone soft Remy, you need to be strong again. You're a t'ief, and on o' de best!} he scolded himself, hoping not to show his fear.
"Well?" The other man grunted, looking into his glasses, but not seeing his eyes, thankfully.
"I tripp'd m'sieur, i had tried t' use you to hold my balance, and den you started t' chase me, I came in 'ere to get back t' my maison, mais now you crushin' me." was the only thing Remy could muster under the pressing against his lungs. He was hoping his charm would get him through.
"Yer lyin' kid. I can smell it on ya." The other man said bluntly. Remy knew he was gonna die. Just then the pressure against his lungs lifted, making it possible for him to breath correctly again. "I smell New Orleans on ya, and a lot of money that ain't yours. So... What're ya, Thief or Assassin?" He growled.
Remy felt the anger rise to his face. How could he even DREAM of asking him if he was an assassin. "I ain't no ASSASSIN!" he growled back, almost mimicing the older man's tone equally.
The other man knew he had offended him, which wasn't his point at all. He suspected the kid was a mutant by his movements, they were too exact and agile, but he didn't know exactly. He then realized why the kid reeked of fear, so he let him go completely and moved away a few steps, letting him know he wouldn't die, but if he ran, he'd be followed.
"Sorry bub." was all he could say without looking like a savage.
Remy looked astonished and could only muster a stupid "S'alright, mon amie." before he put his hand to his hair and accidentaly knocked the dark shades off his face. He averted his eyes before he thought the other man could see his demonic eyes, but it was too late. He expected to be killed now, and had givin up all hope of life now, so it didn't matter. He was waiting for the pain to start, but it didn't.
"So, y'are a mutant, just as I thought." The man said, in a near calm voice. He noticed the kid tense, like he was preparing to get killed or something. "Hey kid, calm down, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Actually, I'm not so different from you." With that, he brandished his claws, and cut himself across the arm, where it healed almost instantly. "My name's Logan kid, but most call me Wolverine." he added, sheathing his claws and holding out his hand to shake the young man's.
"Je suis Remy. But dat's all your gettin' out o' me right now, homme." Remy said shaking the other man's hand.
"Well, Gumbo, there are places, or one place, where you can go where you won't get hurt by the rest of humanity, and where you don't have to steal to live. It's in Westchester, New York. Called 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters', if ya want to check it out. Tell 'em Logan sent ya." Logan said that and just left Remy to his own thoughts.
It took Remy an entire week to decide on what to do. He got in contact with his father's friend, and Had the bike two days later, with a little over eight hundred dollars left. When he got the bike, The man also gave him a collapsible Bo-staff.
"It's from you're Poppa. He said it was de finest metaux dis side of de universe. Adama-sumthin. 'Said it wouldn't be 'ffected by you're 'abilities'." That was all he said. Before Remy could thank him, he was gone. Remy packed up his duffel bag, put the Bo-staff in a pack, and made sure he had a deck of cards in his trench pocket, just in case. Then he made for Westchester without a second thought to his home in New Orleans.
{} = thought
= telepathy
"" = normal speech(duh!)
Please feel free to review!
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A couple of months later, the young man had found himself sleeping in alleyways, using his thief techniques to pick pocket his way to a small fortune. He wasn't eating, he was saving all the money he could to buy the motorbike he was promised by a friend of the family. He had enough to buy the bike, but he wanted to have some money left over to get him to... wherever he was going. He was fairly new to this city, having just moved on since he was too well known in the past town. He was living like this since he was a child, alone, with nobody to take care of him.
He pulled his long brown trenchcoat around him, making him slightly warmer. He needed some more money, and he decided he'd pickpocket the next person that he happened to cross.
When he walked out of the alleyway, he saw his victim. An older man, he seemed muscular under his jacket and he had an air of wildness around him, like he was almost part animal. His mind immediately told him to pass him over, but then again, he did need the money badly. So he adjusted his sunglasses, even though the sun was setting, knowing that anyone who saw his eyes would run for the police as quickly as their legs would carry them. So he walked by quickly, accidentally tripped right beside the man for his wallet, but then something odd happened.
A strong hand caught his wrist, and the older man turned to stare at him with dark brown eyes, almost animalistic. This man's gripped was strong, almost as if it was reinforced by more than human strength. Remy's mind immediately kicked into escape mode. He jumped and kicked the man in the chest, which loosened his grip quickly, enough for Remy to run. And that's exactly what he did. He ran for the nearest Fire ladder he could find, making his way to the rooftops. He soon realized he wasn't alone, the man was following him, fast. Remy maneuvered left, then right, jumping form roof to roof, hoping he could lose the animal of a man. He soon realized he wasn't going to get anywhere quickly, so he made for the first window that he could pry open quickly.
When Remy slipped inside, his coat falling down around him, he began to walk silently. Then something happened. He felt himself being pushed against the wall, a strong arm holding him in place, then a low growl came from his captor, and he knew it was the animalistic man.
"What 'cha doin', Bub?" The voice was little more than a feral growl, and it made Remy uneasy. For the second time in the past few months, he had feared for his life.
{Salaud! You've gone soft Remy, you need to be strong again. You're a t'ief, and on o' de best!} he scolded himself, hoping not to show his fear.
"Well?" The other man grunted, looking into his glasses, but not seeing his eyes, thankfully.
"I tripp'd m'sieur, i had tried t' use you to hold my balance, and den you started t' chase me, I came in 'ere to get back t' my maison, mais now you crushin' me." was the only thing Remy could muster under the pressing against his lungs. He was hoping his charm would get him through.
"Yer lyin' kid. I can smell it on ya." The other man said bluntly. Remy knew he was gonna die. Just then the pressure against his lungs lifted, making it possible for him to breath correctly again. "I smell New Orleans on ya, and a lot of money that ain't yours. So... What're ya, Thief or Assassin?" He growled.
Remy felt the anger rise to his face. How could he even DREAM of asking him if he was an assassin. "I ain't no ASSASSIN!" he growled back, almost mimicing the older man's tone equally.
The other man knew he had offended him, which wasn't his point at all. He suspected the kid was a mutant by his movements, they were too exact and agile, but he didn't know exactly. He then realized why the kid reeked of fear, so he let him go completely and moved away a few steps, letting him know he wouldn't die, but if he ran, he'd be followed.
"Sorry bub." was all he could say without looking like a savage.
Remy looked astonished and could only muster a stupid "S'alright, mon amie." before he put his hand to his hair and accidentaly knocked the dark shades off his face. He averted his eyes before he thought the other man could see his demonic eyes, but it was too late. He expected to be killed now, and had givin up all hope of life now, so it didn't matter. He was waiting for the pain to start, but it didn't.
"So, y'are a mutant, just as I thought." The man said, in a near calm voice. He noticed the kid tense, like he was preparing to get killed or something. "Hey kid, calm down, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Actually, I'm not so different from you." With that, he brandished his claws, and cut himself across the arm, where it healed almost instantly. "My name's Logan kid, but most call me Wolverine." he added, sheathing his claws and holding out his hand to shake the young man's.
"Je suis Remy. But dat's all your gettin' out o' me right now, homme." Remy said shaking the other man's hand.
"Well, Gumbo, there are places, or one place, where you can go where you won't get hurt by the rest of humanity, and where you don't have to steal to live. It's in Westchester, New York. Called 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters', if ya want to check it out. Tell 'em Logan sent ya." Logan said that and just left Remy to his own thoughts.
It took Remy an entire week to decide on what to do. He got in contact with his father's friend, and Had the bike two days later, with a little over eight hundred dollars left. When he got the bike, The man also gave him a collapsible Bo-staff.
"It's from you're Poppa. He said it was de finest metaux dis side of de universe. Adama-sumthin. 'Said it wouldn't be 'ffected by you're 'abilities'." That was all he said. Before Remy could thank him, he was gone. Remy packed up his duffel bag, put the Bo-staff in a pack, and made sure he had a deck of cards in his trench pocket, just in case. Then he made for Westchester without a second thought to his home in New Orleans.