"Neal!" I screamed my lover's name in agony. I had challenged Vargas, and he had won. When his sword plunged through my midsection, I felt it all. There was searing pain and then the sick sensation of the sword blade twisting around inside my body before Vargas pulled it out. I couldn't stand anymore. I fell backwards into Hank's arms. As badly hurt as he was, he somehow managed to pull himself together enough to try and help me.
"It'll be all right, Betsy. Help's coming soon. We'll get you to the hospital and everything will be fixed."
I knew Hank was wrong. I was losing blood and fast. I could feel it gushing out of the hole in my midsection. My consciousness was fading fast.
"I'm dying, Hank. I know it."
"Shh...don't speak. Save your strength."
"It's no good, Hank. I've lost too much blood already. Where's Neal?" I'll never forget the expression on Hank's face when I asked that question. It was painful, sad, and filled with so many other emotions at the same time.
"Betsy...we got separated from Neal and the rest...you remember..." Hank bit his lip. He couldn't continue on.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and reached out with my thoughts.
Neal...I don't know if I'll be able to reach you with my thoughts, but there's so much I need to say. I'm dying, Neal. I'm not long for this world. I wish we could have had more time with each other. I love you, Neal. If you had asked, I would have married you in an instant. You stir up so many emotions in my heart - even emotions that Warren couldn't stir up. I know we could have made beautiful music together, Neal. Our children...they would have been just as beautiful.
I haven't much time left, dearest. I want you to know that I've always loved you. I don't want to leave you, but it's my time to go. I know you'll be sad when I'm gone, but don't shut out everyone else. Don't feel guilty if you ever meet someone who makes you feel like I did. I want you to be happy, my darling Neal. I don't want to see you turn into a shell of a person. I have to go...my mind is fading to black....I won't be conscious much longer. I love you, Neal Sharra. I'll always be with you in spirit. I'll be waiting for you on the other side.
I drew in my last breath, and whispered my last words. "Neal...I love you." I closed my eyes, and all faded to black.
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Psylocke, Beast, Thunderbird
et al belong to Marvel Comics. Any mischaracterization is solely my fault.
In case you were wondering, this short fic is set at the end of X-Treme
X-Men # 02. It's sort of how I pictured Psylocke's last moments and the
thoughts that might have been running through her head.