I debated with myself for a long time on whether or not I should post this. It is potentially a very flame-worthy story for some. It is posted on the WRFA website but they allow a wider range of ratings. This is a dark story and it isn't for anyone the least bit squeamish or uncomfortable about abuse or suicide. I in no way condone abuse or suicide, it was merely a story line that came to me when I was feeling a little angsty. If you love Scott Summers, I suggest you stop reading now or brace yourself for an angry twisted version of an X-men that I usually adore. There is a character death in here so beware!

The poem is free-verse and does not rhyme in the least. I'm not very good at being poetic so I apologize in advance. This chapter may seem a little repetitive. It was originally two very short chapters, one a very angsty ending and one a little more hopeful. I couldn't really reconcile the two endings together so some things may be repeated. This will be a three-shot. I won't publish the other two chapters until I see what the reviewers think.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did comic book fans would hate me...

Mind twisted

You say you love me

I wonder why you feel the need to lie to me

I know what this is

I know what I am to you

A trail of disjointed thoughts

It hurts so good when you hit me

I know I deserve it

You have me when you want her

The only red I can give you is my blood

You're broken and I try to rebuild you

With soft words and a quiet smile

Fix the cracks that clenched fists keep together

It's easy to take your pain and ignore mine

But I'm not enough

And I can't give you up

The pain is worth it

To see your twisted smile

And I'm numb to anything but you

The scars twist and tighten with your words of hate and hopelessness

So eager to strangle me with your brand of love

I'm so empty without it

You fill me up with your anger and grief

But I understand completely

You hate (love?) me for it

You would do anything to push me away

Anything to chain me to your side

In the end you break us both

I smile when the light reflects

So sharp and beautiful

It means our end

Your eyes are closed and you stumble

But I'm here as always

And I kiss you one last time

As my blood drains so slowly

Slow enough to weaken you

I'm not the woman you love

Not anyone you want

Just the air you try so hard to choke back and hold in

But like you I hurt

Worse than anything we could possibly do to each other

I'm not yours, not yet

And you're certainly not mine

In that moment we are the same

Maybe we are twisted

But in death we are equals

Both loving someone lost to us


Logan cried when he heard the news. He was too late to save her. Too late when he pressed his lips to her forehead in a desperate attempt to bring her back. He clenched the ring he was holding into a twisted knot of metal. He was too late when his lips sought hers. His first and last taste of the woman he loved. He roared and clawed the dead body of Scott Summers. 'Take care of her' he'd told him. Take care of her until he returned. And now she was dead and Scott had killed her. No one had seen it coming. No one had been the slightest concerned when Scott had begun to seek Rogue out. No one had been concerned when Rogue had clung to Scott. After all Scott had lost Jean and Logan had left his Marie without a goodbye and words that had wormed under her skin and twisted around her heart.

"I don't love you kid and I never will."

No one thought it odd that Scott and Rogue sought solace in each other. And maybe it was cause for a little concern when Scott started hanging out with Rogue in her room with the doors locked. This tryst would burn out with the realization that they weren't what each other needed. Besides Scott was noble and no matter how much Jean's death twisted him up he wouldn't intentionally hurt Rogue, right?

But no one knew how much Jean's death had actually affected him. No one knew that he took out his rage and despair on Marie. No one could hear him twisting the words Logan said to her to turn her as twisted as he had become.

So no one knew that in the end he had to end it for them both.

Because Rogue was his, more than Marie had ever been Logan's, and he wouldn't give her up.

So when Logan called to say he would be back for his Marie, Scott snapped. When he entered her room she eyed the knife with desolate, hungry eyes. There were no goodbyes. She embraced him as he shoved the knife into her stomach. They kissed and she felt the love he had for her, twisted as it was.

Twisted and wrapped so closely with fear and self-loathing. But as the light died from both their eyes she smiled.

Logan held Marie and cried. He held her body close and cried for the lies he'd told her. She was too young but he'd vowed to wait so she could grow up. Scott had told him to wait for Marie to mature. He was the one to blame for the lies Logan had told Marie. To protect her, Scott said. Logan hurt her and left. For what purpose hadn't been clear but he was guilty enough and ashamed enough to do what Scott said. Logan knew then he wasn't good enough for her, Scott had told him so...

And this is what listening to Scott had brought him...pain and agony and grief so strong he wanted to tear himself open to escape it. It hurt even worse when he realized Scott had sent him away so he could abuse Marie and to make her feel as broken as Scott was.

Ororo watched Logan as he rocked back and forth murmuring Marie's name over and over. Tears stained her face as she witnessed the scene before her. What Scott had done appalled her. What he'd done was so sickening that she could only assume Jean's death had driven him insane. She blamed herself for something she was blind to. She had no words of comfort for Logan, knowing he was perhaps only minutes too late to save Marie. The hand fate had dealt was cruel in the extreme.

Logan called her name over and over; he kissed her forehead and lips and cried even harder when her own lips remained chilled and unresponsive. He threaded their hands together and rubbed his cheek against hers. The Wolverine snarled at anyone that reached to take his mate away. They remained like that for what seemed like an eternity, but were merely moments. Logan remained on the floor, rocking Marie. He felt dizzy suddenly and his body ached. A familiar burn that made him gasp in disbelief. He pushed Marie away to see for himself. Her eyes opened and he smiled.

So there you have it! It could potentially stop right there and be left as a one-shot. The original version ended here. But I felt I had to expand a little on what everyone was thinking and feeling. So there are two more chapters written. Should I continue, or leave it as it is? I would love to hear either way. :)