It was a cold fall night in New York. Remy shoved his hands into his trench coat pockets. 'Better find some place to sleep.' He told himself. Remy brought his left hand out of his pocket and glanced at his wristwatch, it was quarter past 11.
He had been running for what he called it, 'his life', for the past two years and every time he though he was out of trouble, fate through him back into the fire. Remy rubbed his sleepy eyes. He hadn't slept in the past week and a half and way on the verge of collapsing.
A pair arms shot out from an alley grabbing Remy's from behind. His reflexes totally shot, Remy didn't have any time to defend him self before he was flung through the air and hit a brick wall. He tried to shake off the pain from the impact but was shoved back into the wall within seconds.
"You're not making this easy LeBeau." Said a familiar voice into his ear.
"Wouldn't be any fun if it was, would it Julien?" Remy said sarcastically to at his attacker.
"Why the hell are you doing this? There's no point and it's a waist of my fucking time tracking you down." Julien shot back grabbing Remy's collar and lifting him a good height off the ground.
"Unlike you I've got a brain and there is no fucking way I'm going to marry your bitch of a sister." Remy glared down at Julien, his red on black eye shone bright, serious, threatening.
"And if it was up to me you wouldn't be," Julien dropped Remy from his hold. Remy stumbled on the landing a bit but braced him self on the wall behind him. "But it's not up to me, it's up to are fathers, why? Don't know. I got my orders to bring you back and I will." Remy quickly looked over Julien's shoulder and saw a large moving truck drive by the opening to the alley.
"If you can keep up long enough to catch me." Remy's eyes narrowed as he said this. Julien quickly tried to grab at Remy's neck but Remy was faster, her punched Julien in the mouth causing him to spit blood from a few possibly broken teeth. Julien doubled back from the blow to his face but he quickly regained his balance. Remy darted out of the alley and around the corner leaving Julien in the alley wiping thick red bloody off his chin.
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Remy ran down the street towards an intersection. He saw the large truck that drove past the alley. Remy hade one thing on his mined at that moment. Running into the street not caring about the cars screeching to a halt so not to hit him, he ran through the street towards the truck. He went around the side of the truck, no longer in view of the traffic he climbed up on to the roof, keeping as low as he could. As quickly as he could, he charged a circle into the roof just big enough for him to slide through. The circle gave off a dull pick glow but grew brighter as there was a popping sound and a small explosion. The broken pieces of the roof fell in soon fallowed by him self. There wasn't much in the truck just some boxes and plastic containers. He looked to his right and found something useful. Underneath some large boxes there was a small couch. Remy moved the boxes onto the floor and laid down on the couch falling asleep the instance his eyes closed.
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A couple blocks away from Remy a cell phone went off.
"Hello?" A man said in the cell phone.
"Well Julien?" asked an irritated female voice.
"He got away again." Julien held the cell away from his ear as the woman on the other end started to scream and swear furiously. The screams started to die down as Julien placed the phone back to him ear. The woman exhaled claming herself down.
"Well I guess I'll just have to send more men out there to help."
"Try an army, he's good."
"I know that! Now go! I want him back!" The women screamed at him.
"Bell I love you and all but you really should try fucking decaf!!!" Julien hung up on his fixated sister and started down the street.
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Remy's eyes flew opened a few hours later as the truck jerked violently to a stop. He got up and took a few steps and stood under the hole in the roof. The sun was up but it was hardly past 7 in the morning. Remy hear foot steps out side. Quickly he jumped up grabbing the edge of the hole, he pulled himself out just as a mover opened the rear sliding door. Remy jumped down off the truck and started waking away.
'Ok now where am I this time?' it seemed every time I fell asleep he woke up somewhere else. And considering the places he slept it was not a real surprise. Remy looked up at a sigh on the side of the rood advertising the large building behind it, 'Bayville Communities Centre' so that where he was. Bayville was just out side the big city of New York so there was a good chance Julien wasn't too far behind him. Well he didn't want to think about that right now. First things first, Remy was hungry and wanted some thing to eat and definitely a shower…if he got the chance.
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Across town we find are oh so happy goth girl asleep in her bed. She woke with a shock as her brown haired friend shook her awake.
"Rogue you're like totally going to be late for school if you stay in bed any longer." Rogue sat up slowly. Her hair fell over her face, shoulders, half way down her back. She yawned and fell back on her bed again.
"5 for minutes Kitty." Rogue whined resting her arm over her eyes. Kitty rolled her eyes and jabbed Rogue in the ribs where she was ticklish. Rogue shot up with a shriek. She hated it when people did that to her. "Fine I'll get up but I wont like it."
"What ever. You better be like down soon or you'll have to walk." Kitty said walking to wards their bedroom door.
"Yeah you go on ahead I'll be fine."
"If you say so." Kitty said walking through the closed door. Rogue say back again and stared up at the ceiling trying to fight sleep. With a sigh she rolled out of bed and walked over to her dresser to find something to wear. She never cared how she looked but she didn't just grab any thing; she put some effort into her looks. She dressed in a long sleeve plain black shirt with a low neckline, dark grey jeans with some holes around the knees and her usual black combat boots. The last thing she did before leaving her room was apply her make up; eye liner, mascara, lipstick, and more eyeliner all black, brown or dark purple. She left her hair the way it was other then a quick brushing to remove the knots. About 15 minutes had past when she left her room, book bag over her shoulder and dragging a leather coat and a pair of dark green bike gloves. She walked down stairs into the front entryway, no one was there, good. Rogue like it when she walked to and from school by her self. She could think with out some one interrupting her, like Kitty or Jean, Tabby or Amara. Those girls had a habit of being overly girly in the mornings; complaining about their hair or not having any thing nice to wear. Rogue hated having to listen to that all morning, but one good thing was Jean was no longer in high school, but she was in university and that was just as bad.
Other then dreading the fact that she had to go to school and sit through her boring classes that she didn't give a fuck about; Rogue was in a good mood this morning. Rogue pulled on her gloves, coat and threw her book bag over her shoulder and walked out the door to go through yet another day of the hell that was her life.
Rogue was about a block away from the school when she accidentally she ran into some one. She quickly looked up at them. It was a man, in his early 20's. He was very good-looking, tall, auburn/brown tousled hair; he had a perfectly toned body. Afraid she had stared at him too long she lowered her head turning away from him and muttered a quiet 'sorry'. The man didn't answer her; he nodded to her then kept walking. Rogue thought it unfair that she had to be the way she was. She was the untouchable girl for a reason. She could kill some one with a single touch. The slightest skin-to-skin contacted could put a person into a coma. She didn't want to be this way; a loner, a freak; whatever way you spin it she was it. She sighed and slouched putting her hands in her coat pockets. Once she put her hands in her pockets she noticed nothing was in them. Her wallet, where was it? She couldn't have dropped it, she was holding onto it the entire time she had been walking. Then it hit her, when she ran into that guy she took her hands out of her pockets, she could have dropped it then or…He took her wallet! Rogue became furious. He wallet had at least fifty dollars or more in it, also her id - well fake id, and any other bus token or what ever she kept in it.
"Shit!" She cried as she turned on her heals dropping her book bag and running back to were they ran into each other. 'When I get my hands on him…' What would she do? She didn't think of that. He was obviously skilled at what he did; he was also much taller then she was and clearly a lot stronger. Just by heading after him she knew she was over her head.