Author's Note: I don't own X-men, nor do I have an connections to Marvel.
This is just a fan story made for entertainment and not profit. The only
claim I have is Lily Searle, who actually belongs to my best friend who
granted me permission to write her story for the world to see. Enjoy!
Her feet hurt. It worsened with every step she took, but no complaints were heard from her mouth. Lily Searle was not a complainer. Her dark violet hair whipped around as a breeze flew by, making her grit her teeth, trying to fight off the coldness. Wearing a skirt didn't much help either.
"Hey baby, wait up!" A voice called from behind.
Lily's eyes rolled upwards, that was the last thing she needed. An idiot guy looking to score. Sorry bud, she wasn't in the mood. But of course he followed.
Such as the life of a woman on the streets. Turning her head, she glanced at the guy over her shoulder.
"Go away," She said simply, but if only it were that simple.
"Come on."
"No, go away."
That's when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards him. She turned around, throwing her fist, and connecting it with his face. But since the guy was ten times her size, and had close to a hundred pounds on her, he just grunted and grabbed her other wrist.
Lily's throat went dry, and her breath halted. She stared as defiantly, as she could, into the eyes of the man that had her pinned to the hard brick wall. Might as well get it over with, closing her eyes slowly, sending her mind into a different place. She wanted to kick him, but he had that covered as well, pinning her knees against the wall.
Ian Brown never got what he wanted from Lily, he didn't even get close. A loud clank was heard as a fist slammed against the side of his head. It was like getting hit with an iron bat. His grip on the girl faultered as he stumbled sideways. His looked dazily as the person responsible and met his attacker in the eyes. Two animal like brown eyes glared back at him, and a low growl emitted from his mouth. His lip was curled back, revealing two enlongated canine teeth. Ian started to back away, but that wasn't going to fly.
With a leap, the other man tackled him, letting his skull crack into the pavement. Pain shooting through his entire body. His vision blurred, and he was starting to get dizzy. But it only got worse, punch after punch was delivered until Ian Brown laid still. Shock and fear showing in his lifeless eyes.
Lily had watched it all, blinking in confusement. She almost bolted, but her legs didn't quite cooperate with what her mind was commanding. She didn't want to suffer the same fate as that, now dead., man. She stared at the attacker, her rescuer, hopefully not her killer as well. But when he turned around, she was shocked.
The same face that had haunted his features before was gone. His eyes held a kind of softness that surprised her, his face, hard and chiseled, was set in a serious expression. Strands of dark hair fell on his forehead. He was shorter than her, but built. In some strange, twisted way, he was almost attractive.
"It's alright darlin'," he grunted, his voice scratchy and gruff, "I ain't gonna hurt ya, Jus' couldn't stand by an' watch him do that t'ya."
With that said, he picked up a brown cowboy hat that he had placed on a trashcan lid, and put it on his head. Turning, he slid his hands into his pockets, and started to walk away.
"Um...thank you," Lily said, uneasely. She had no idea what to make of this situation. Here was this older man, just sort of rescued her, and now he's walking away. What was the catch? There always was a catch.
He stopped then, and she braced herself. Now he'd want something in return, here it came. "Ya gonna come with me or what?"
"Why should I?"
"Well, lookin' at yer eyes darlin', I'd say ya was a mutant, an' with what's been goin' on lately, dun't think people are gonna take too kindly t'a mutant girl. I know of a place where ya can go to get a good place t'stay, and some decent food in that skinny belly o'yers."
"What's the catch?"
"There is none."
Lily stared at the man in doubt. Sure, she was, what he called, a mutant. But there was no way there was a free place to stay. He was probably just bullshitting her into going to his house.
"Yer thinkin' I'm just tryin' t'get ya," he said, one dark eyebrow raising, "Listen kid, I'm too old t'be wantin' little girls. If ya've had bad experience with men as old as me, well maybe I'll track 'em down and teach 'em a lesson. But if ya wanna avoid what might've happened here tonight, I suggest ya come with me."
She watched him for a long time, staring him in the eyes as he did right back into hers. For some strange reason she trusted him. "I'll go with you." She said softly, and walked up, pacing her strides to match his.
Her feet hurt. It worsened with every step she took, but no complaints were heard from her mouth. Lily Searle was not a complainer. Her dark violet hair whipped around as a breeze flew by, making her grit her teeth, trying to fight off the coldness. Wearing a skirt didn't much help either.
"Hey baby, wait up!" A voice called from behind.
Lily's eyes rolled upwards, that was the last thing she needed. An idiot guy looking to score. Sorry bud, she wasn't in the mood. But of course he followed.
Such as the life of a woman on the streets. Turning her head, she glanced at the guy over her shoulder.
"Go away," She said simply, but if only it were that simple.
"Come on."
"No, go away."
That's when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards him. She turned around, throwing her fist, and connecting it with his face. But since the guy was ten times her size, and had close to a hundred pounds on her, he just grunted and grabbed her other wrist.
Lily's throat went dry, and her breath halted. She stared as defiantly, as she could, into the eyes of the man that had her pinned to the hard brick wall. Might as well get it over with, closing her eyes slowly, sending her mind into a different place. She wanted to kick him, but he had that covered as well, pinning her knees against the wall.
Ian Brown never got what he wanted from Lily, he didn't even get close. A loud clank was heard as a fist slammed against the side of his head. It was like getting hit with an iron bat. His grip on the girl faultered as he stumbled sideways. His looked dazily as the person responsible and met his attacker in the eyes. Two animal like brown eyes glared back at him, and a low growl emitted from his mouth. His lip was curled back, revealing two enlongated canine teeth. Ian started to back away, but that wasn't going to fly.
With a leap, the other man tackled him, letting his skull crack into the pavement. Pain shooting through his entire body. His vision blurred, and he was starting to get dizzy. But it only got worse, punch after punch was delivered until Ian Brown laid still. Shock and fear showing in his lifeless eyes.
Lily had watched it all, blinking in confusement. She almost bolted, but her legs didn't quite cooperate with what her mind was commanding. She didn't want to suffer the same fate as that, now dead., man. She stared at the attacker, her rescuer, hopefully not her killer as well. But when he turned around, she was shocked.
The same face that had haunted his features before was gone. His eyes held a kind of softness that surprised her, his face, hard and chiseled, was set in a serious expression. Strands of dark hair fell on his forehead. He was shorter than her, but built. In some strange, twisted way, he was almost attractive.
"It's alright darlin'," he grunted, his voice scratchy and gruff, "I ain't gonna hurt ya, Jus' couldn't stand by an' watch him do that t'ya."
With that said, he picked up a brown cowboy hat that he had placed on a trashcan lid, and put it on his head. Turning, he slid his hands into his pockets, and started to walk away.
"Um...thank you," Lily said, uneasely. She had no idea what to make of this situation. Here was this older man, just sort of rescued her, and now he's walking away. What was the catch? There always was a catch.
He stopped then, and she braced herself. Now he'd want something in return, here it came. "Ya gonna come with me or what?"
"Why should I?"
"Well, lookin' at yer eyes darlin', I'd say ya was a mutant, an' with what's been goin' on lately, dun't think people are gonna take too kindly t'a mutant girl. I know of a place where ya can go to get a good place t'stay, and some decent food in that skinny belly o'yers."
"What's the catch?"
"There is none."
Lily stared at the man in doubt. Sure, she was, what he called, a mutant. But there was no way there was a free place to stay. He was probably just bullshitting her into going to his house.
"Yer thinkin' I'm just tryin' t'get ya," he said, one dark eyebrow raising, "Listen kid, I'm too old t'be wantin' little girls. If ya've had bad experience with men as old as me, well maybe I'll track 'em down and teach 'em a lesson. But if ya wanna avoid what might've happened here tonight, I suggest ya come with me."
She watched him for a long time, staring him in the eyes as he did right back into hers. For some strange reason she trusted him. "I'll go with you." She said softly, and walked up, pacing her strides to match his.