I don't onw them and no money made. I'm just a poor student having some fun late at night.

!!WARNINGS!!
This story is probably totally OOC because I don't really know much about the X-men.
I've read tons of stories and I saw the movie but that doesn't really sum up as knowledge.
So it's OOC. Oh and it from Remy's POV. -.-;; And a Dreath Fic.
I got this idea in my head while reading FORGIVENESS By O. it can be found at
the Main Frame fanfic archive. Can't remeber the URL right now... ^^;; sorry.
Anyway... Here's the story and I'm going to sleep now. [Signed off 04:18 AM]

ANGEL WINGS
By: © Simon Erif

It had been so long ago. At least it felt like it had been along time ago. Or maybe no one had liked him then either. Maybe they had hated him then too. Maybe nothing had really changed he'd just realized it himself only now. And maybe it was mend to be like this. Maybe he truly was so horrible, that no one could even look at him without seeing the betrayal.

Maybe he was mend to be alone.

All the ifs and maybes. Nothing was certain, nothing except the feeling of death. He wanted death. He craved for it. There was nothing left for him except death. The hate was suffocating him, killing him from the inside. Now all he wanted was peace that only death could give him.

He wanted to die, to sleep, and to be in peace. He wanted to let the others rest. To be done with him. He wanted the hate and anger gone from the manor. And the only way he knew that could be done was for him to be gone forever. But he didn't want to leave, didn't want to take his bike and leave no. He wanted to stay, if not among the living then dead. He wanted to be remembered even if only as a betrayer.

He had made up his mind. In the next battle he would not be coming back. And he didn't have to wait too long. The next day there was a mission. Everything went like it was supposed to. All the people he really cared for were there fighting by his side. And ironically he was hit while saving Angel's life. Angel, the man who hates him the most.

While he was lying there on the ground he couldn't help thinking how beautiful those wings were, so much more beautiful than the old metal one's. He laughed at the irony. He had destroyed the metal one's and lived and now he had protected those very same wings but more beautiful and died. The irony of life could be so funny sometimes.

He watched as the battle went on and soon ended. They won. He smiled as the others came closer to see the other wounded and maybe dead. It had been a tough fight. But they won and Warren with his angel wings was ok. He was glad that even once in his live he'd done something right.

He saw those lovely wings before him and couldn't help but think that maybe Warren was an angel. His lovely, lovely angel who had forgiven his sins and given him back his soul. And he smiled the pure innocent smile he hadn't known existed since his childhood.

He tried to reach out to touch those soft feathers. So soft he thought as his fingers gently brushed over them. He wanted to kiss those soft feathers and tell his angel how happy he was that he would live. But his didn't have the strength anymore. He just watched the sun playing on the surface of those beautiful wings.

He watched and smiled.

"Angel"

He whispered adoringly and only hoped as he closed his eyes that there would be one like him waiting for him somewhere beyond.

THE END.