#the-devil-without-fear

Betty cursed quietly, shaking her dead phone. Of course, Felix has to knock it off the charger last night and of course she did not notice it until too late. She pocketed her phone, before pulling her bag closer against her. She did not know where she was, but she was smart enough to know it was not a safe place. The other girl had been on high alert since the first cat call and it had only gotten worse from there.

She worried at her lip, looking around for someone who didn’t look like they would rip out her tongue for asking for help. She just had to go to that book talk, didn’t she? Just had to believe that she had lived here long enough not to get lost. Must have taken a wrong turn about a mile ago. Her hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Maybe she could duck into a coffee shop and see if anyone had a charger. Well, if she could find a coffee shop.

Betty wandered for a little bit longer, pausing when she saw a man sitting on a bench. He looked friendly enough. His clothes were nicer looking and his sunglasses seemed to be scratch free. He certainly looked like he was not packing heat, which was more than she could say for about half the people she had almost approached. She moved over to him, gently touching his shoulder to grab his attention before pulling her hand away.

The trip down was good for him. The cool night air stung his skin as the wind whipped around him at breakneck speeds. He loved fast things. Cars and motorcycles being some of his favorite things. This evening, he’d borrowed a convertible. Borrowed was perhaps in the eye of the beholder, but as he was the current beholder of said vehicle, borrowed was his story he was sticking to it. Plus the guy would get it back, eventually. 

He hadn’t set out to leave upstate New York, but honestly, he’d needed to get out of there. He liked his new job, but it was something he was going to have to get used to. 

Remy wasn’t someone that stayed in one place for long. His life tended to take him all over the world. His role in the guild and dealing with the families... Stationary was not a word typically found Remy vocabulary. As of late, he was finding he liked having a base place to lay his head. Though the itch to stretch his legs was ever present. 

He figured if he went on a little jaunt, perhaps stretched not just his legs but his abilities, he’d go home feeling refreshed and ready to face the new day and the students. 

Remy parked the car on a side street and got out, making sure to arm the car before looking toward the park in from of him. The night was brighter in Manhattan than it was at the x-mansion. The sky was lighter, filled with high rises and lights. Not a star to be seen. He was suddenly missing that home he had suddenly found for himself. 

Home was a strange word for Remy. He’d always figured it was where he lay his head. He’d never truly had a home. He’d always had a place to sleep, but that didn’t always mean it was home. This was something he was just starting to learn. The mansion was starting to feel like what he imagined a home would feel like if he had one. 

He walked through the park on his way to the underground club he’d heard about. There was a high stakes poker game he was looking to talk his way into. He wasn’t worried about that, what bothered him was the footsteps behind him that had suddenly made an appearance.  

Remy switched up his steps; fast slow fast fast slow.