I turned around quickly, momentarily forgetting about the man before me, sparking his interest.

"Was' wrong cheri? Gambit too much for ya?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I scoffed, not even turning around.

"No dumbass. I heard something."

"Jus' the wind cheri."

"No. It's footsteps."

As soon as she the words left my lips, two large men appeared in the alley. One wore a tight muscle shirt that accented his burly chest, while the other was clad in a loose tee. They had almost identical jeans, each with holes worn into the knees and ragged edges at the hems. The bigger one crossed his arms, barely. Gambit's eyes widened. I smothered a smile. I loved being right.

"Hey there swamp-rat. Looks like you lost this little game of hide-and-seek." One of them mused, receiving a chuckle from the other. I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could smell the rage radiating off of the men, and their intentions were clear. They were going to kill the "swamp-rat".