Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. This is just a random story I got stuck in my head after watching City of Angels. Which I also don't own. So please enjoy!
Chapter 1
I stood on the burnt grass gazing out, as the sun began to set. I could hear words, but they were faint, spoken from far away. The voice was familiar. Kurt.
I looked at the people gathered around. I saw Jean holding onto Scott, like a child, and I saw Scott sooth her. I saw Jubilee. The tears silently rolling down the side of her cheek. I watched as Storm put a comforting arm around her. I saw Logan, his face impassive, like it always was. However his eyes showed the hurt and anger he was keeping locked inside of him.
Then I saw her. Rogue.
Her green eyes watering. Her hair blowing gently across her pale face. I saw the pain inside her, I saw the grief. And then I saw him. Pitor. Standing beside her, comforting her, being there for her, calming her, doing all the things I could not. Anger, Jealousy, rage. Those feelings I had known for so long, the ones I should be feeling right now, we're gone. All I felt was love.
"Hello there." said a voice behind me.
I turned round to face a man dressed in a black suit. He had fair hair and two sparkling blue eyes. He smiled revealing a set of beautifully white teeth. "Hi." I said uncertainly. Who was this man?
"My name is Andrew." said the man, walking up to stand beside me and looking at the view.
"I'm Re-" I started.
"You're Remy LeBeau. Yes. I know. I was sent here to give you your instructions."
"Instructions? What instructions?" I asked the man known as Andrew.
He didn't answer me, but continued to watch the proceedings happening in front of us. "Quite a turn out." he said after a while.
"Yes," I said looking at the people around us, "I didn't expect so many."
"And the sun is shinning also. Quite unusual for an occasion like this." said Andrew.
"I never was one fer Clichés." I replied.
He smiled. "That woman. The one standing next to the tall man. You are in love with her?"
"yes."
"And you never told her."
"Oh no, I told her. I just don't think she ever believed me." I said distantly.
"And so now she loves another?"
"Yes." I said simply.
We stood in silence again, our conversation running dry. "Do you believe in God Remy?" he asked.
"No." I said.
"Neither do I. In the end there is no such thing as god. There is only us."
I turned too look at him, "And who is 'us'?"
He turned to look at me, "Angels."
"Angels?" I said uncertainly.
"You do not believe me Remy? Well why should you. It is quite far out. But it is the truth." He turned back round to face the people gathered and waved his hand out in front of him, "These people need help Remy. They don't look it do they?"
"No."
"But they do. They need help, a lot of help. And above all Remy, they need your help."
"How am I supposed t'help dem?" I asked.
"Just be there for them. Hold them when their crying. Talk to them, give them advice. They wont hear you. They wont feel your touch. But they will know you're there. Deep down inside them. They'll know."
I looked at each of them in turn. I expected there to be a bright light, a flash, something, but all there was, was a feeling. I could feel what they were all feeling. I felt the despair from Jean, the guilt from Scott, the pain from Jubilee, the hurt from Scott, the anger from Logan, the respect from Pitor and above all I felt Rogue's heart breaking, bit by bit. Shattering onto the ground, the pieces spreading everywhere.
"Now do you see Remy?" Andrew asked me.
"Yes."
"If you help these people Remy. You can have what you've always wanted."
"And whats dat?" I asked.
"You'll know what it is, when you find it. But now I must leave you. There is a lot of people in the world Remy. And all are crying for help. I shall see you soon Remy LeBeau. You can count on it."
I turned to look at Rogue, the tears standing out on her face. When I turned back round to face Andrew, he was gone. He'd be back. I knew that. I watched as most of the crowd started to disappear, However Rogue remained on the same spot. Pitor gently squeezed her hand, "Coming?" He asked her.
"As just wanna stay a while Pitor." she said in her southern voice.
He nodded and said, "I'll wait in the car."
She wiped away the tears on her face and said, "hiya Rem-Rem. I just wanted t'a say goodbye. And t'a let ya know, that ah, that ah, love ya. And ah'll never forget you."
I watched as fresh tears stained her face. I felt the pain and hurt within her soul. I walked towards her looking straight into her shinning green eyes. "I love you too chere." But she couldn't hear me. I put my arms around her. But she couldn't feel me.
But inside her I felt her sigh. I felt her breaking heart begin to heal. She knew I was here. She could not hear me, she could not feel me. But she knew I was here. And that was enough.
I watched her as she slowly walked away from me, I watched as she walked towards him. I turned round to look at the gravestone in front of me and Read:
"Remy LeBeau
Died 26 years old
A loving friend
And a King of Hearts."