So....I went to go see the new X-Men movie last week partly because I love the X-men, I have very fond memories of watching the t.v show when i was a child with my dad and partly cuz i love Hugh Jackman (I mean really who doesn't? and who else could play Wolverine the way he does? UH NO ONE!) and partly because i wanted to see how they would handle Wolverine's back story...

I remembered vaugely that Wolverine loved someone and then she died and I really liked how they did the whole twist with Kayla Silverfox, so I got to thinking...what was she thinking the whole time and that's where "SilverTounge" came from. I'm trying new things with my writing so let me know what you think.

Dislaimer: I own nothing at all, not even the quote.


Prologue: The End

"I must be cruel, only to be kind,"~ "Hamlet"

Emma's honey blonde hair bobs like a beacon as she moves into the darkness. Turning around for a moment, her dark blue eyes find mine and I can't hide from her. Her lower lip droops, quivering, unsure for the first time in a long time. The tears she wants to shed are hovering there making her blue eyes seem brighter. They remind me suddenly of rain.

I can see how she's being torn. Torn between helping me and helping the others. They look to her now that he's gone. Maybe I've gone temporarily deaf but I can't hear them calling her name over and over as we stand here memorizing each other's faces. But she won't come back to me, she can't. I've told her to help the others and made it an order.

She knows it now. This is the last time we will ever see each other. She opens her mouth to say something. Don't do this!, I need you! Don't leave me!...I love you….

I give my last gift to her. A smile. If I could I would turn back the clock and tell her everything, tell her I love her a thousand times more than I did but I can't. I can't rewind time. It can only go forward from here.

But she turns quickly, grabbing the nearest mutant and begins herding them down a tunnel. She doesn't look back at me as they disappear into the unknown. She's lost to me now as she has been for the last three years. My baby sister….

I can't hold up the façade anymore and I fall to my knees as the pain bites deep into my right side. A few renegade tears leak out of my eyes as I squeeze them shut against the throbbing. I try to regulate my breathing, keep it even and deep but even that spreads the pain farther and farther across my middle. Bit by bit, the pain recedes and I breathe easier. When the spasm has passed for the moment, I pull my protective hand away and feel the hot blood drip between my fingers.

I know it's the end but no, my fogged brain insists. No…NO! NO! Not yet! I've given him up once and I'm not going to do it twice!

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I follow the path of destruction that he's left for me to follow. As I run/limp, I can feel the seconds tick away. Each tick is louder than the last. Really, though, I think to myself, my clock stated ticking away six years ago in a bar in the Canadian Rockies, the night I met him…