HEY AGAIN! Thank you to all the reviewers and reviews I've got so far (YAY, I HAVE REVIEWS!) I hope you liked my last chapter and that you like this one! I'm a very open person and like sharing my ideas, only if it's a story I really shouldn't spoil it (OH IT'S SO GOOD!)

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Remy walked down the moon lit street. It was about nine o'clock, when he finished work. Hands in the pockets of his trench coat he stared up to the sky, and the moon. He had been distracted all day by one thing, Rogue. He couldn't seem to keep her out of his mind, which was unusual for him. He could usually flirt with a cute girl and forget her an hour or two later, but Rogue. She seemed different. Was it because she was a mutant? Remy smiled slyly and shook his head.

'Nah, dat can' b' all," Remy thought in his head, walking a path he knew without paying attention to what he was doing. 'It must b' more den dat.' He bumped into someone without knowing they were there. He looked at them after balancing himself. It was Julian, and the 'Rippers' gang.

"Well well well, look what we 'ave 'ere boys. Remy Lebeau," Julian said as the rest of the gang made a semi-circle around Remy. Remy wasn't at all in the mood to fight Julian as he usually was. It had just been his whole day.

"Julian, what a surprise it is t' see y' here."

"Not it is t' see y' in dis state," Julian said, a look of sly confusion on his face. "I though' y' said de last few times that 'y're always on y'r guard'." Julian said the last few words right into Remy's face. Remy didn't smirk, or grin slyly or anything this time. This time, he frowned. This frown set Julian in the mood he wanted. "Well, why 're we all jus' standin' 'round?" The whole gang started punching the palms of there hands or cacked their knuckles menacingly. A few stepped forward, but stopped when Remy fanned some playing cards in both hands and charged them up. The frown was still on his face, and he said nothing. The gang didn't hesitate as they were used to Remy's power, the amount of times they'd seen him do it. "Get 'im boys," Julian said in an evil whisper. They all attacked at once and Remy threw the cards he had fanned out and got more out.

'Dere 're too many of dem,' Remy thought as he threw more and more cards. 'Remy's gonna run low on cards soon.' They were closing in on him, he was stepping back every step they stepped forwards. Remy only managed to get half the gang down when he felt the cold alley wall behind him. 'Oh merde…' Remy thought as he searched all of the pockets of his jeans and trench coat, 'Remy's outta cards!' Julian grinned widely to see Remy there, hopeless and powerless.

"Well, look a' dat. Mutant boy jus' ran ou' of ammo." The rest of the Rippers grinned widely as well. Remy knew there was only one way out. He propelled himself from the wall and ran. The gang made lashes at him but they all missed. Only until one stepped in Remy's tracks and made a punch right on his face. He stumbled backwards, hands on his face in pain. Someone then kicked him in the back and he fell over, hitting the ground face first. Remy heard footsteps, and then violent kicks at his limp body. Remy screwed up his face and forced his leg around, knocking the Rippers off their feet. He got up and a few of the members went for him again, but he was ready. He blocked and ducked under their punches, and then punched them all with charged up fists. It seemed to go on for an age. Remy getting the gang while the gang got him. Then finally, there were only five of the members left, including Julian. These were Julian's best, Remy knew from experience that they were. They stepped forwards all at once and went for Remy. He ducked swived and jumped out of the way of the terrifying blows. Remy knew he couldn't keep this up forever. It finally happened, as he ducked one of the member's punches a piercing pain split his back and he dropped to the ground silently. He tasted blood in his own mouth, as it slowly dribbled out from both his mouth and back. He saw Julian's shadow coming up to him and he attempted to look up but he couldn't. "Well won' y' look at dis boys? Mutant boy can't even pick up 'is own 'ead anymore." The rest of the gang laughed as Julian knelt down beside Remy. "And I though' y' were bette' dan dat," he whispered. Staring into Remy's pain stricken brown eyes, he wrenched the blade from Remy's back and Remy made a grunt of pain, eyes clenched shut. And still staring into his eyes, Julian plunged the blade back in Remy's back. Remy yelled in pain and tried to get at Julian but didn't have the strength.

"What the hell's going on down there?" Yelled a voice from above. Julian looked up to the source to see an open door lit up by light. Obviously someone had figured out something was going on.

"Until next time LeBeau," Julian whispered into Remy's ear. He wrenched out the knife again and ran out from the alley, the rest of the gang following. They left Remy there moaning into the dirt, and bleeding.

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Rogue threw bag over her shoulder, very annoyed, and walked from her desk after the bell went. She was almost at the door when her English teacher called out.

"Rogue, you had a little bad luck, Mr. LeBeau doesn't show up for school that often." Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, ah figured." Rogue and Remy had been picked as partners to write a poem together. Unfortunately for her, he hadn't turned up that day. So now she was very pissed off.

"Why don't I place you individually, so you don't lose marks?"

"Ya would do that?"

"I have had Mr. LeBeau in my class for a long time, well, I just want to help your future."

"That would be nahce, thank you." The teacher winked at Rogue.

"No problem." Rogue walked out with a smile on her face, her head bowed.

"Hey Rogue why are you, like, going that way?" Kitty called out to Rogue. Rogue looked over to see Kitty, Amara and Jean waving her over.

"Aren't you coming Rogue?" Amara asked her, a disappointed look on her face.

"Nah sorry, ah'm meetin' Kurt. He's gonna tell meh more 'bout the Institute or somethin'," Rogue told them.

"Oh ok. Well we'll see you later," Amara said.

"Yeah, see ya all later," Rogue called back, waving. The others waved as well as they started down the hall. Rogue turned back to find Kurt standing there. She gasped in surprise and dropped the books she was holding on Kurt's foot.

"Oh god! Vhat did you do zhat for Rogue?" Kurt said turning back to Rogue, hopping on one foot in attempt to nurture his now becoming bruised one.

"Oh, sorry Kurt, ya scared meh."

"I can surprise people even if I'm not porting," Kurt said exasperatedly.

"Ok, whatever. Are we goin' or not Kurt?"

"Oh yeah," Kurt said, looking up in realization. Rogue rolled her eyes as they walked away.

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Rogue walked down the dull street, only half listening to Kurt babble on about the institute.

"Do you know zhat we're related?"

"Oh, err, nah ah didn't," Rogue said distractedly, head bowed as she spoke. Kurt didn't seem to notice that she was hardly listening.

'Why did ah even lahke that jerk when ah first met 'im?' Rogue thought infuriately.

'Well, maybe it was because he seemed so nahce and chahrmin' ta start with," replied the little voice in her head slyly.

'But why? He's just another one of those pathetic flirty waggers.' There was a pause other than Kurt's continuos babble of nothing in particular. Then she thought, 'Where would he go anyway?' Just as her and Kurt passed an old and very boring looking apartment building, she heard a groan from the shadows. Rogue stopped abruptly in her tracks and looked frightfully down the strangely dark alley where she heard the groan. Kurt kept walking and talking, obviously he hadn't heard anything or noticed Rogue wasn't listening nor following him. He stopped suddenly, stopped talking, and looked around either side of himself. He then looked back to she Rogue squinting into the alley.

"Rogue vhat are you-"

"Shut up Kurt," Rogue hissed without even turning around to look at him, instead putting out her arm in gestured silence. She then slowly, very slowly, used her other hand to take off her bag onto the ground and took one step into the alley.

"Vhat are you doing Rogue?" Kurt asked, now being able to complete his sentence.

"Ah heard a groan or somethin' from in here."

"Oh no Rogue it could be a trap."

"Nah Kurt, ah don' think so." Rogue took another step into the alley. "Hello? Anyone in here?" The silence seemed to be deafening on her ears. After a few seconds, she could hear quick ragged breathing in the darkest shadows. She walked slowly, arms out-stretched so she didn't run into anything. The further she walked into the shadows, the louder the breathing seemed to become. She stopped in the darkness once more and called out, "Hello? Who's there?" She heard something drag across the ground very slowly, toward her. There was complete silence and Rogue just stood there, petrified. Then suddenly something took a firm grip on her ankle. She yelled, tripped over, then started trying to crawl away and release the grip on her ankle. After she had crawled out of the shadows, she looked over. A male muscular figure of about 18 with short auburn appeared. Only thing was, he didn't look very well. Rogue turned the figure around slowly then gasped, clapping her hands to her mouth, to see who it was. It was Remy. She stared at him, as he groaned again and abruptly coughed up blood. "What the hell…" Rogue said. "What's wrong with 'im?" She turned him over again to see two wounds right next to each other.

'Well, no wonder he wasn't at school today,' Rogue's little voice said.

"Oh shit!"

"Vhat iz it Rogue?" Kurt leant down next to her.

"Remy's b'n stabbed."

"Who's Remy?" Rogue didn't answer, looking around nervously with one of her hands in her mouth. Then she finally seemed to make a decision.

"Kurt, ah need ya ta port Remy and meh ta the institute."

"But Rogue-"

"Just do it Kurt." She stared into Kurt's eyes pleadingly, and then he sighed.

"Ok." Rogue wrapped Remy's arms over hers and Kurt's shoulders, and with a bmph, they were gone.