Still, I don't possess the rights.
Weeping, I declare.
So sad, is this horrid fact.
In Dreams We Know Sweet Blessed Peace.
The days had begun to warm slightly as the sun stayed awake longer. The nights, however relinquished the comfort of the day to freeze still the dew upon the ground. Early buds had found their way to grow embryonic on the little dogwood tree and the wild daffodils green leaves provide contrast to the slight remnants of white snow.
And that is how I found you there, huddled in your woven wool sweater. It once was a pristine white, now stained brown and red with blood. Whether it was yours alone, His, or both tangled, that I couldn't say, just that it matched your hair.
How he must have hunted you for him to have to die, I can smell the fear. But, the question lingers, why?
"Are you alright, Marie?" I ask as I offer to help her up, extending my blue, furred arm. You mutter something nearly incoherent as the shock of the dead man before you must not have faded yet. "There's nothing I can do right now, just come with me." As I pick her up, I feel something of myself being slightly drawn out. She must have gained her powers back, if only somewhat as the white streak in her hair turns a shade of indigo. I, myself am as of yet unaffected, but I know I have to break contact soon as she could surge when she comes to, and kills me. Perhaps, this is what happened to Remy.
Then, I notice the very tip of bone claws; Logan must be out, somewhere out here as well. Perhaps, others as the realization that once mutants must be regaining the little bits of themselves lost to the Scarlet Witch.
But that couldn't have saved Gambit. She must not have understood what she was doing, he must have been hunting her because of it. Someone might be able to help, but I am not a healer, I can only save life, not return it. My thoughts turn to Warren and how I should call him, but not after I get Rogue inside. In her current state, she could be dangerous.
The congealed blood starts to melt on my fur; the hunger it inspires makes me feel more animal than human, and my mind turning to Remy's fresh corpse bleeding in the garden paths. I'm not proud of it, but I've thought of eating at least some of him, but my senses as Rogue is placed in a bed, an inhibiter firmly pressed on her ankle as she's restrained.
The remaining X-Men are summoned to search the grounds as Emma comes in to try and reach through Rogue's mental fog. There's to real way to know what happened, as with Logan's healing factor, almost anything could have happened to her, and there would be no proof to know, so I need to study Remy.
"Where is Jean when you actually need her?" Emma snaps as my thought wander through the air. She knows that Remy would prove no challenge for the Phoenix, and perhaps is thinking clearer than I am.
"Can you contact her?" I ask as my mind runs over the visual gamut of Remy's injuries, and how she could have done it all. Maybe, it wasn't her, maybe Gambit was protecting her from someone else, but then how did Rogue get her healing factor and claws? Wolverine must have been there fighting as well, but where did he go? Did he attack Gambit?
"Hank? Hank? HANK!" Emma calls out exasperated as I just understand she's said something.
"Yes, Emma, any luck?" I ask as I try not to stare too hard at her revealing outfit.
"Jean is attending to that oaf, Logan. He and his daughter have been exposed to Trigger Scent. Remy just got in the way."