Disclaimer: i dont own anything and i'm not making a profit.

A.N: I got this idea from listening to the song "Hurt". Good song. This story is set after Apocolypse turned Gambit into his Horseman Death.

It Hurts.

It wasn't supposed too, but it did. I wasn't supposed to feel anything, but I did. Something went wrong and now it hurts more than ever. I wanted to kill, I wanted to see them writhing in pain in front of me, I wanted to be able to feel and see that last bit of breathe escape from their bodies.

I wanted to see, her, on the ground lying before me, like that cold and unfeeling statue she was during life, perfected by Death another triumph that I could add to a list. But I couldn't.

It was too strong. Some I conquered; Happiness, Warmth, Belonging. I was fuelled by rage and hatred, vengeance and jealousy, I had no time for trivial emotions such as Happiness, it got in the way. But that woman and her emotion brought me down as easily as a house of cards.

She kept calling for him, 'come back t'a me, please come back'

I couldn't understand what she wanted with him, but at the same time the blows I sent her way held some restraint that I couldn't fight. When I saw another man grab her arm and pull her away he was relieved. I couldn't live with this man in me. He was remembering, and those memories floated to me as well, and then, my downfall came.

Jealousy.

Who was this man? This man that takes away such a perfect kill? I could not admit to myself that I saw her as anything else, but Jealousy, it was there, deciding my every move. I thought I could control him, but he was controlling me, he was using his emotions to make me weak and it hurt. It hurt.

I couldn't go on like this. It had to stop, I would destroy my last bit of humanity and in doing so I would regain my control. And to destroy him, I had to destroy his Love.

I went there. To a place I once called home. I killed anyone that got in my way and I looked for her. He was still making me feel, but I was determined to be rid of him.

I found her. Crying, and for a moment I wanted to drop my staff and comfort her, she looked so frail and innocent. She didn't understand why he did it. It wasn't for power, it wasn't to be noticed, it wasn't to rise above them, it was out of Love. Love for her, Love for his friends and for a world.

The other man would never consider himself a brave man. When he looked in the mirror all he saw was a coward and a traitor. A traitor?He wasn't betraying them, he was trying to help them. Keep your friends close your enemies closer. This enemy got too close though.

"R-Remy"

The other man. Sunfire showed me the way. I must destroy my attachments. I left him in Egypt with Sinister so that I could finally destroy my greatest attachment. Love. And finally I'll be free.

He's struggling within me, restraining my hand that grips the staff so tightly. He wont let me hurt her, he believes he's done that enough. I use his feelings, his emotions and his memories against me. Against her.

"Hello Chere"

The accent is still level, almost mechanical. But the words, the endearment, works and she relaxes. I smile. And the other man screams.

"Yer, yer…" she says moving towards me.

"Human?" I say using his grin.

I was a fool to put my trust in Sinister. I thought he would see me and realise my true potential, instead he used his powers to reverse me back into this fragile state. I still had my power, but what made me Death had been torn from me. But now I see this bodies potential and I realise this mask, this façade is what will finally defeat my greatest enemy. She will trust me. No. She will trust him. And he knows it.

"This isn't real." she says, the tears still streaming down her face.

"But it is." I say moving closer to her and opening my arms.

"Yer voice"

"Will come back in time"

"Ah've missed ya so much." she says falling into my arms.

I hold her back. She's warm. Its feels different. It's comforting. No, this is him. He's the one that's in love with her. I cant possibly be feeling this. I am death I have no emotions. It hurts. He's laughing. Why?

"I…I missed you too Chere." I say. There are tears. There shouldn't be. He's still laughing. WHY!

"Ahm so sorry." she says pulling back slightly.

'Ma chere, ma clever chere, I love you so much,' he shouts in my head.

"Why?" "Yer not ma Remy"

It Hurts.Not the punch. Not the knife in my gut. Not even that feeling of death creeping on you, a feeling I've inflicted on so many other people.

None of that.

What have I become?

Death? No emotion? Never loved, always hated?

Was I really any different from this other man?

He was a Traitor. He Brought Death. Did he really have any emotion?

Maybe not.

But he was Loved.

Who could ever love Death,

And it Hurts.