Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn

Marshall was in the cafeteria a couple days later eating roast beef and potatoes when a man unexpectedly flopped down on the bench next to him. The guy's name was Cake. He was a big doughy guy who did lots of coke and hated Remy because he had stopped dealing to him a while back. Marshall was more then surprised to see Cake sitting next to him all of a sudden.

"Hey bitch, now that your daddy's gone. I figure you up for grabs." Cake grabbed Marshall by the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. His other hand reached out to push Marshall's head down towards his crotch. "The great fuckin' Remy LeBeau's all fucked up an' ain't here to defend his cock sucking slut. I'ma fuck you up bitch."

Marshall twisted his head to the side and swung out with his other arm. He felt his fist connect with Cake's nose. What the fuck was this guy talking about? Remy would kill this fucking moron whenfounfound out. Well, Remy could kill what was left of him after he was finished with him. Marshall's leg swung out of the bench at an odd angle and got the guy in the stomach.

It was an all out brawl at that point. The whole cafeteria had formed a tight circle around them, whooping and cheering. Cake punched Marshall in the face, made him see stars with one hit. The guy had a lot of power Marshall thought vaguely, but he had focus and he was going to fucking win. He dodged another punch. His blood was pumping in his ears and he felt wild. There wasn't a lot of room to maneuver in but he could work it. He ducked quickly and landed two quick punches to Cake's face. He barely felt the tag on his shoulder as he delivered the knockout punch. Cake went down and stayed that way as the guards finally managed to push through the crowded men and attempt to break up a fight that had already ended.


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Riggs took one look at Marshall and just shook his head. The guards who had escorted him there had told him that Cake was on one of his last warnings and was into a bit of a drug scandal and that the fight probably wouldn't be marked down against him.

Riggs asked a couple questions about possible weapons and quickly scanned his body for knife wounds. "Sometimes you don't even feel that shit cause you're so high on adrenaline." He explained. When he found none he gave Marshall a towel and steered him over to a sink to wash himself up.

Marshall had his head halfway under the faucet when Riggs said; "Remy ain't as fucked up as they originally thought. He's got some bruised ribs and shit, but they ain't busted the way that medical guy said they was. Stupid fucker. You'd think the medical staff here would see enough beatings too be able to tell what the fuck they're lookin' at."

Marshall whipped his head around, bloody wet towel still in hand. "What the fuck are you talkin' about?" His eyes narrowed erouerously.

Riggs paused to look at him a second and then straightened his back and squared his shoulders. "Remy got attacked. I thought someone had told you. I thought you knew. Don't get pissed at me, I'm just the fucking messenger."

Marshall's blood ran cold at his words. "No, nobody told me. What happened? Is he okay? Where is he? Shit, what the fuck?" His brain was racing, Cake's words coming back at him making more sense now. How the fuck had Cake found out before him?

"In the shower, four guys jumped him last night." Riggs told him. "They probably would have killed him if it weren't for some guy who interfered. He's conscious today and he's in the other medical unit because they have better equipment then I do to deal with his injuries. He's not as bad off as we originally thought. He heals up pretty quick too. I've known Remy for a while and I'd be more worried if I was one of those guys who roughed him uTheyThey're like dead men walking, if you fuck with Remy it's like forfeiting your fucking life."

"I need to see him." Marshall didn't care to hear about the deadness of the guys who did it. He knew the only people stupid enough to tangle with Remy were the Friends of Humanity and he had plans already to have a 'talk' with Mekhi about it. Right now though, all he wanted to do was see Remy. His head hurt and his stomach was twisting into worried knots. "You have to let me see him." He repeated.

"You know I can't let you-" Riggs began.

Marshall took the few strides it took to stand directly in front of Riggs. "And you know I'm not going to take no for an answer."

Riggs looked at him a second and then nodded slightly.

*AN: oh the crazy drama! yeah, i'm a feedback whore, thanks for your interest, siobhan & iris. :) next chapter major smush as promised, i think.