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It was a hot and humid summer night in New Orleans, and for Eliza, it was the perfect day to steal from unsuspecting tourists. Though she was told to stay low and out of trouble from an incident, She wasn’t one to listen. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ She thought to herself. So she would just walk around and hide in the shadows. Meanwhile, a man named Cole, or better known as officer McKenny, was hiding his son inside his room, locking the door. No one could know that he had a disgusting creature for a kid. He didn’t even know how his son got to be like that. Him and his wife were never mutants, so how could he? It doesn’t matter. He has to put more of those freaks in prison, they shouldn’t be on this planet, and he’ll find a cure for his son. No one really knew this about officer McKenny, but he was known as one of the corrupt cops. Not by his colleagues, but by other law breakers. He gets paid handsomely for whatever the people want him to do. Hell, he's even killed for it. Unfortunately for him, his known reputation caught a certain Cajun’s eye. Remy LeBeau had always hated people like McKenny, killing innocent lives for money, not to mention the obvious prejudice he had against mutants. The World doesn't need More people like him around. He was snapped out of his thoughts By his Girlfriend Melanie. She was a wonderful woman, the most beautiful and kind-hearted person he knew, and he wouldn’t trade the world for her. He would do absolutely anything she asked, buy her the most extravagant things, even when she said she didn’t need it. “Mon Amour? You alright?”
Remy would smile at his lover. “As good as ever Ma Chėre! Was jus’ lost in ma thoughts!” Melanie would chuckle and grin at him, holding his hand. “If you say so! We’re almost at the little bakery I told you about!” “well ah bet de baking isn’t as good as mine!” He add’s with a playful tone, making Melanie laugh more. “Of course not love, nothing beats your beignets!” With that final note they would end up at a little bakery on the corner of a street. Remy would open the door and do a little bow, making Melanie playfully slap his arm and walk inside. But both were met by a lady yelling at a boy with black hair, dark skin with vitiligo, and heterochromia. He looked annoyed at the consistent berating from the customer.
“Ma’am I told you before, we don’t sell coffees…” The lady was about to say something else before Remy cleared his throat. “Der a problem here miss?” The lady would glare at him “There is! This dumb boy won’t sell me a simple latte! They’re a bakery! They should have coffee!” The boy would groan and hold the bridge of his nose, looking at them with an unamused expression. For a split second his pupils seemed to change. Must have been the trick of the light. “Mais… If dey don’ sell coffee den dey don’ sell it. Ah can’ see da problem” the lady would yell a bit and just stomp out. The boy would sigh and chuckle “sorry you had to see that folks, what can I get you?” Melanie smiled and walked closer to the counter. The bakery was small but cozy, with the lights casting a warm yellow glow over the comfy dark purple chairs and mahogany tables. There was even a little spot with a nook of books and soft plush pillows. “We’ll have some beignets and… oh! How about some strudels?” Remy laughs and nods “oui, sounds about right” The boy smiles. “I’ll get those right away for you!” He smiles as he goes to the back to grab them their baked goods. While the two were talking amongst themselves and waiting, Eliza would sneak in through a window in the back and slowly walk behind the counter, and grab as many things as she could.
Remy would take notice and try to say something, but that was before the boy rushed in with a broom and cursed at her in German, making her cackle and run off. “To slow Micah!” the boy, who was now confirmed to be Micah, would flip her off and huff. Setting the broom down and getting Remy and Melianes food. “Again, sorry about that. She’s just… a nuisance that comes in from time to time.” Remy Would smirk a bit and shake his head. “Well ya seem to know her well enough to let her take things from ya…” Micah sighs and hands them the baked goods “Unfortunately, She’s ok… pays me in due time. Just gets annoying when I have customers come in and they see it.” Melaine would open the little container full of strudels and eat one, a content expression on her face. “Well I can see why she would get your food! It’s incredible!” He grins and laughs a bit. “Thanks! It's all made from scratch by my Tante!” Remy and Melaine look at each other in confusion. Micah would see this and explain “Tante means auntie in German! Sorry about that!”
Remy chuckles “Non it’s ok! Don’ got nothin’ to apologize fo’! Learn something new everyday! Ya know ah got a friend thats German, real nice guy.” Micah hum’s in response. “That's pretty neat. I hope you folks enjoy your day!” They wave and start to walk out. But before they could exit, a man in a police uniform would walk in with a bit of a glare. Remy recognised him… his target. He would glare back and quietly scoff. Earning him a snear from McKenny. Micah would look uncomfortable by his presence, tensing and backing up. Melaine would Look at Remy with a grin that would quickly fall from her face. She knew that look. She knew what he was planning. She would gently elbow his side, making him huff and walk out with her.
They would walk in silence for the rest of the time. After a few minutes Melaine would speak up. “Remy you promised me no killing for a week.” Remy would groan loudly, Like a child would when being told no. “Chėre! Ah can’ help it! Besides, did ya see de man?” She would shake her head and sigh. “Of course Amour, but… there will always be people like him” “People dat kill fo’ no damn reason” He would add sharply, earning a glare from Melaine. “There isn’t any reason to curse… I understand your frustration but killing isn’t always the right way to go about things.” Remy would groan again and sigh just like her. Before putting on a charming smile “Ya righ’ ya righ’... no killin’ fo’ a week… ah promised after all.” Melaine gave a small smile and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it. Now let's go home."
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