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Nine"I can't believe out of all the people in the world I got stuck with you."
"Ey' we both love her, I mean, yeah, den' what's de problem?"
"Excuse me?" Logan looked at him not expecting that kind of remark from someone like him... Not at all... He knew his type, they were 'players' plain and simple, the guy might as well have had it written all over his face.
"I bin' seein' de way yo' look at her."
"What are you talking about bub? Me and Rogue would never be like that she's my little girl, in a... 'She-never-came-to-anyone-else-kinda'-way.'"
"So yo' like a fath'a t' her den, is dat it?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"A'ight, but if yo' a 'fath'a figure' it'd be wrong de way yo' lookin' n' my 'pinion really."
SINKT "You watch what you say bub, or I'll rip that sarcastic yat out'ta your throat."
"I ain' bein' sarcastic, in any respect, I'm jus' speakin' de truth mon frere."
He drew in his claws. "Fine, then if you love her, you better prove it."
"Trus' me, I will dey' ain' gon' t' stop me. I promise dat, I'm goin' t' get what I came for."
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WACK! "Nuh..." "S...Stop it... puhlese, ah'm beggin' yah, ah nevah did anythin'..."
"Shut your mouth mutie, we've still got plenty where that came from." Colonel Wraith held a bat in his hands, wringing it with his fingers... I was bleeding, my lip busted, he didn't care.
"Besides, this is part of training." The men behind him laughed.
I looked at him one last time, my bright green eyes shining with even more tears... I ached from bruises, cuts, who knows what else...
But right when he was about to swing again, a hand grabbed the bat... Hard. Suddenly three claws were shoved through his abdomen. I started... My eyes trying to realize what I was seeing...
Suddenly those strong hands that had grasped the bat, swung, and Colonel Wraith crashed to the floor.
"No one messes wit' my girl."
"Remy!" I choked, and began to cough, just a little.
Taking off his trenchcoat, Remy gathered her in his arms... "Oh, mon ami; yo' freezin'."
"Ah must'uh got used t' this 'conditioning' they keep with us." I began to shiver against his warmth.
"Shh... It's okay mon ami, jus' get warm." He held her, and bundled her up in his trenchcoat. He watched as her ringlets of auburn tresses fell like a curtain over his arm, white was gathered in a stripe down the middle... Her cheeks were, rosy from the cold.
"She all right?" Logan asked, wiping the blood off of his claws with Wraith's shirt.
"Yeh, jus' cold, dey bin' freezin' em' all t' death."
"What kind of sick place is this?" Logan asked no one in particular, then looked at Remy as though he had just had an epiphany.
"Give her to me." Logan said darkly, his steely eyes turning to slits.
"What why?"
"Now," Logan's eyes became reproachful.
He handed me to him. I looked at the both of them, wondering what was going on.
"Take your coat too, she won't be needing it." He said as he carefully pulled it off me, and threw it at Remy as though it was something vile.
He caught it deftly. "What's goin' on, I thought we were on the same side?" He asked clueless.
"Yeah bub, and I thought you were too."
"I am, what are yo' talkin' 'bout, yo' aren't makin' any sense..."
"I knew I knew you when I saw you. Rogue doesn't need to see filth like you."
Remy's eyes burst with flame... "What?"
"You don't have a good reputation Mr. Hero." He said as though Remy should've realized what he had done by now.
"Remember Cicero? Rogue wasn't the only one that worked for him. You did too. You were killing people on the streets every night for cash. You may as well be after us too. You weren't always good."
"Yeh, well, t'ings change. I wanted to start off on a new leaf, be a beddah person. She knows dat more den any'body I know." He looked at me.
I nodded.
"Is this true?" He asked me.
I nodded again. "Trust me Logan ah wouldn't lie t' yah."
"M'kay kid." He looked at Remy again... Their eyes met, and Logan sighed.
"You're right bub, people do change, but... I just don't want anything to happen to her..."
"You can trust me..." He assured him, as Remy tossed the trenchcoat back, I felt Logan smile, just a little.
"Yo' know I on'y want what's best fo' her..."
"Yeah, I know bub, me too... Me too."
I realized then a pact was sealed between them, a pact that no matter what happens, I would be safe, and that both of their intentions were good. I knew then everything was okay, and that Remy's past didn't really matter. Because one you lose everything, you're free to do anything... And in their case, it was for them to help me find my way to happiness.
(To Be Continued...)