X Men: Korean Casualty

My whole life has been a curse. People can call it a "gift" all they want but it won't change how I feel about it. I hurt people. I can't help it. My very skin could kill some one. Every one I've ever touched still spins around in my head like a bee looking for it's hive. Flashes of memories that aren't mine to have. The one I remember most is Cody. Its one of my memories. I remember it so clearly. He was my first real boyfriend. We went for a walk one night. I remember how the moonlight beamed down on us. I remember my first kiss that almost killed him.

He was in the hospital for quite awhile after that. I felt horrible. Like the part of Cody that was still conscious was living inside me and fighting to get out. I can't remember what my parents said when they found out I was a mutant. I just see flashes of my father's angry face. I ran away and got mixed up in a lot of bad things. I was lucky to find the X Men.

It's moments like this –when I'm alone in my room- when I think back to those days. I look down at my hand and take off my black glove. I study my hand. Dainty and feminine with red nails that no one would see. I am condemned never to touch another soul. Not even Remy. He was the one thing in my life that made me happy. The one thing that was always there. I kissed him once. Luckily I stopped my self before I caused him serious harm. I slipped my glove back on just as there was a knock at the door.

"Cher, you in there." I could recognize that Cajun accent any ware. I got up from my bed and went to the door. I opened it to see Remy leaning against the doorframe.

I smiled. "Gambit." I said as I gave him a hug, I made sure he didn't touch my skin. He pulled away and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a jewelry box. He opened it to reveal two small earrings in the shape of the ace of spades.

"Happy birth day Anna." He said simply. I fought off my urge to kiss him. Instead I smiled and took the box from him. I loved him. He meant everything to me. But I knew deep down that I could never be with him. Settling down was never an option. Some one like me wouldn't make much of a lover. He was about to say something when we heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked out through the door to see Logan walking up to us. His cigar was down to a small smoking nub that hung in the corner of his mouth. He looked up set.

"Logan," I said, "What wrong!"

His face turned from angry to concerned as he took his cigar out of his mouth. "Jean," he started, "she was training in the danger room and-" he stopped him self and his face turned back to anger. "I have to go kid." He continued to walk down the hallway.

Remy looked at me. "What yah think happened?"

I said nothing. Its takes a lot to make Logan concerned. But if it involved Jean I suppose he'd be more vulnerable. He loved her but she was Scott's girl. Sometimes I think Jean was the only thing Logan cared about. I ran down the hall to catch up to him. I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Logan, what happened?" I said in all seriousness.

He shook his head. "That's what I'm trying to find out kid." He stepped around me and walked off. What ever it was, he was really torn up about it.