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It had begun getting dark and Rogue was in a hurry to get back to the motel, she couldn't get that guy out of her head though. Remy she remembered was what he said his name was. She barely knew him but she felt there was something special about him. "Damnit!" Rogue looked up and realized she had no idea where she was and it was now too dark to read the street signs well. She shivered even under her cloak and looked around for anything that might tell her where she was.
"Well, well well, guys what have we here?"
Rogue spun around to see four large men closing in on her. The largest one, probably the leader lunged at her but she dodged him and punched him hard across the face. One of the others rushed forward to aid their fallen friend and the other two attacked her. She tried her best to fight them off but there were too many of them and they were too strong. She was soon pinned up against the bricks.
"I'm going to enjoy having you in my bed. Most chicks are real wimps but you're going to be fun." Without any other option, Rogue screamed as loud as she could. The leader slugged her hard, slamming her head against the wall and her vision blurred. Ugly images filled her head and she screamed again in pain.
"She's a mutie! Don't touch her skin it did something to me," he warned the others."Mutie's ain't welcome here," one said menacingly.
Soon Rogue was numb to the pain of the repeated kicks and blows. The last thing she heard before losing consciousness was a small boom like an explosion. They turned away from the girl and looked to the distraction.
"Back where I come from, de ladies are never disrespected."
"She's one of those mutants," one said in defense.
"Yeah her skin does something weird when you touch it, she's dangerous!" The other backed him up.
Remy whipped of his glasses, "So am I."
Then he extended his bo staff and lunged at the men, executing moves of perfect skill. Before long all four lay still on the ground, and he rushed over to Rogue.
"Merde," he whispered. Blood trickled from several cuts including a large gash on her head and bruises covered her face. Remembering what the men had said about her skin, he carefully lifted her up.
"Best get ya some help, chere."
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Please review. I wrote the first 3 chapters before posting the story and I need your feedback to write the rest of them.
~Mystic