Chapter 2

The man walked silently down the streets of the french quarter, unseen and unheard by the people that slept all around. The baby that he had taken from it's mother was safely tucked into his arm, away from the prying eyes of those around. He walked with great confidence and leisure as there was no threat to him, now that he had what he needed, for the power was great within the young child. The man continued on his way, passing a drunk bent over a railing leading to a downstairs bar, and a group of homeless people huddled together under a corner street light. He smiled to himself 'So much pain in the world'.

The second man who had seen the brutal cat and mouse game between the deadly man and brave woman, stalked the other man in the shadows. He was silent as the man he was trailing, and his breath was never heard, although his heart was beating as hard as a drum in a marching band. His heart always did this when he was about to get something highly wanted, highly powerful and to have it all to himself was icing on the cake. The man in front of him, stopped dead and he too followed his actions. It would be foolish to keep walking if the man was trying to listen for him, but the reaction on the man's face was not expected. He smiled, and turned down another alleyway. The second man shrugged and followed on his way.

The first man walked down the alley, to find what he was looking for. A door to an abandon brown bricked building where he would soon be able to fully see what the child could do. The building itself was not in the best condition; trash cans lined either side of the door and the bricks were crumbling on the foundation where it stood, but the man didn't mind. This was where he wanted to be. Just as he reached for the door, a small yawn was heard from his arm. The baby he fought to take was beginning to stir awake. He looked down, and before he was able to do anything with the child, a rock was kicked across the space between the buildings.

Leaning on the wall opposite from the man with the child was the second man, looking slightly amused and disgusted at the same time. The man turned fully to him to see what he had to face now, and what he could do to him for disturbing his mind's thoughts. The second man walked towards the greatly bigger man and smiled.

"Dat was a nasty joke t'play on the femme ( woman ). Ton père ( your father ) must've not taught y' how t'treat de dames ( ladies )." The first man now was aggravated by the rude remark of the second sneaky man. He swallowed his anger, but his words showed it.

"What do you want you meaningless mortal?! I have things to do that don't require you in the way of them." He was seething with annoyance and his tone of voice showed it. His body language did as well; he stood tall and completely vertical to look more menacing to the man before him, but his plan failed miserably. The second man looked calmed and collected, not scared or intimidated.

"Looks like dat. But give me th' child an' I'll leave y' t'it." Came the full Cajun reply. The man laughed, the same hollow laugh that had scared the woman before she had died. His eyes sparkled in the darkness and it seemed to glow the way a loin's eyes do at night, watching and waiting for a fight.

"You can't think that I'd do such a thing?! It is mine! It's fated I take this child and have the power." His voice could of been heard down the alley, from the sheer force in the vocal cords. The other man sighed, as if he was uninterested in the man's power trip. It was starting to bug him, that all the guy talked about was it. The child wasn't an it, it was a baby that just was taken from it's mother who was killed cold-bloodedly.

"Get in line." He said preparing himself for a fight. The first man took great care and place the child on top of a trash can that was stacked to the high heavens with newspapers. The child sounded off, making a giggling noise and then it seemed to die down as if sensing the battle was about to happen. The first man slowly pulled out a knife, that of the same one that killed the young woman dead in another alley. The second man's eyes looked as though they widen from the shock of being presented with a weapon still covered in the blood from it's last killing. He never had the chance to see the bloody item for too long, because the first man ran forward in a feeble attempt to surprise the Cajun man.

But he wasn't able for the second man caught his arm as he tried to bring it down into his chest to end the battle swiftly. The Cajun man wasn't going to give up so easily, for he wanted that child and he always got what he wanted. The two grown men were locked in a game of tug and war with the knife being the rope and the objective of the game was to not have the rope on your side, for you would not only lose the game but your life too.

The first man in a very desperate move tried to push the knife forward, but the Cajun man used his own momentum against him and turned around fast, so the other man was in the wall. The second man rushed to the child and was mere inches away to pick up the baby boy when the dagger was thrown into his side. He cried out in pain, but being the daring kind he pulled it out. He winced as he did, never doing that before either, and bit his lips so he wouldn't scream out in agony. The first man came forward and the second man spun around to have the dagger imbedded into the heart of the first captor. He fell to the ground, dead.

The second man, the winner, turned back to the baby on the trash can by the dark inside building. He leaned on the can for support, the wound he was inflicted with bleed profusely. He took a few deep haggard breaths to steady himself and he got enough strength in himself to open his eyes and look down at the baby. He smiled slightly.

"I'll come back fo' y'. I need th' rest o' m'guild t'help me, but I will be right back petit l'un ( little one )....fo' y' an' yo' power." The man stumbled over to the opposite wall, making sure to step on the man who fell to his hand, and carefully and with great prudence pulled himself along to the Thieves Guild. In the distance the baby softly cooed.

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AN: Sorry for the not so recent update. I had a death in the family and although I already had this typed up, I didn't have anytime to do so until now. I got five reviews! Whoa, a lot more than I was expecting....hope this chapter is better and longer. I know not by much but give me a break! You can't rush perfection...I think. Now everyone's like: Well you can sure well try! Anyway read and review and give me some feedback please!

Disclaimer: Owning the x-men? Is that a joke? Wait that means I'm rich...:looks around: nope ain't happening today people....

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