Part Five
written by Soar
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After their escape, Remy and Ororo had run as far as they could for as long as they could. They had stopped only when their exhausted bodies could not carry them another step.
That had been two days ago, and both had fallen into old patterns surviving the only way they knew how, both being children of the streets. Survival was a powerful instinct so they used every trick they had ever learnt in their short lives. Scavenging for food and a safe place to hide and rest became a priority, and that would be hard to do in a town the size of this one, so they had hitched a lift to the nearest big city, which had been New York.
They had found an abandoned building that fortunately appeared to be free from habitation and had found a corner well hidden to make their home. They avoided refuges for fear that they would be given over to the authorities and separated. Being together was the only thing they had that gave them any comfort and security.
Remy found that Ororo was an even better pick pocket than he was, but still it was hard to find anything. People seemed to be carrying strange plastic money that they couldn't be used by them. They had found out that having this plastic money was dangerous when they were almost captured by store detectives when trying to but food.
There were also strange groups of people hanging around, and the pair had learnt from watching them that they were extremely dangerous people. Inevitably there were also the pimps, who were always on the lookout for young kids to press into their service.
It was late now, most of the city folk having taken to their beds.
"I am hungry Remy, we did not do so well today," Ororo said.
"I know chere, but we find somet'ing den we go settle down fo' de night."
They found some large dustbins behind a restaurant. Remy told Ororo to stand watch while he scrounged for food. He had managed to find a quite a few things that they could eat when he heard footsteps approaching, or rather he felt the approach.
"Remy," Ororo called up to him softly, fear evident in her voice.
He clambered out of the bin and joined Ororo on the ground. A group of the strange young men that he and Ororo watched out for were approaching. Their hair long and lank plastered against their skulls. Pale faces with sunken eyes and a mean glitter. Their clothes were dirty and had definitely seen better days. He felt his stomach clench in fear.
"Hey there kids," one of the men called, "want to come and play with us?"
The men all laughed and Remy looked around frantically for an escape route. The bins were against a wall and the only way out of the small alley was past the gang of youths. They had been blocked in.
"You go away mes ami non? Leave us little kids alone." Remy stated with a friendly smile.
"Now why would we want to do that? Especially seeing as how we could be playing with you and your pretty little friend."
Remy watched as the men spread out around him and Ororo. He could feel their movements, and he could sense what they were all doing. He crouched into a defensive position and sensed Ororo doing the same. He grabbed a few shards of broken glass from the floor near him and readied himself for the assault he knew would come.
"Now Ororo," he shouted and they both ran towards the leader who stood blocking their way out of the dead end. They feinted as if to attack him and tried to dodge past him at the last minute. Ororo got past the man but Remy was grabbed from behind.
He struggled violently, but his small, thin body provided no challenge to the larger men.
"That wasn't very nice boy!" the leader said menacingly.
Remy saw Ororo at the entrance to the alley and shouted at her to run.
She looked back at him, "I cannot leave you Remy."
Over head the clouds formed at the sky rumbled.
"You tell your little friend to come here now boy and you wonšt get hurt."
"Non, Ororo run!" Remy screamed at her.
"Let him go," shouted Ororo.
"Or else what?" the big man laughed.
Suddenly a bolt of lightening shot down from the sky and struck the leader of the gang squarely in the chest. His face frozen in surprise as he hit the ground.
"Muties!" On of the other men shouted and fear began to take over.
Remy was dropped and he tried to make his way to Ororo when he felt a sharp pain in his side. He gasped and almost fell to the ground, but forced himself to carry on running to Ororo. The gang had run past her, leaving her untouched as they fled into the night.
When he reached her she looked at his clothes in shock, "Remy youšre bleeding."
Remy hid his own pain and fear from her and said, "It's not'ing chere, jus' a scratch. I get better if I get some sleep non?"
Ororo seemed to be reassured by this and they slowly made their way back to their little nest.
The Nanny activated the tracer and followed the blips on her screen. I will have those children back soon, she thought to herself. She would not face the possibility of failing. Not when it would cause His displeasure.
end of part 4
Comments? How is it progressing. Please give me a little time to write these parts cos i'm doing in between wagging lectures and i have no plan for how this story will come out, it's all pouring from my mind in little phases. :)
Part Five