I Reaffirm.
Author: Natas
Disclaimer: I don't own anything written about here, nor do I make money off of it.
Warning: THIS FIC HAS ANTI-RELIGIOUS VIEWS! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU! I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings; honestly. Also, this deals with major character death.
Rating: R (Mainly because I don't think some people can handle it with maturety as well as others.)
Summary: This is set after the Poptopia series in Uncanny X-Men. Kurt Wagner has a hard time dealing with what happened. First person perspective.
Note: Thanks to Stormfreak for uploading this. I lust you like the freak I am! This was a response to her challenge, which can be found here: =1038943287
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Dear. Dear God.
Why? Why have you forsaken me? Why have you cursed me? Why have you made my life a living hell? I had never asked for this. I do not think I did at the very least. But. I'm sorry, it is not your fault.
You do not exist. That is why it is not your fault. You built me up just to let me fall. And for that, I am truly sorry. Sorry for you. You lost a very faithful bringer of good tidings.
You did this to me.
Then again you had no hand in this, fore you do not exist. Thus again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU, GOD, DO NOT EXIST!
Mind you, I am not angry. I am not hurt. I am not overwhelmed with any emotions. I simply have no emotions left anymore. After seeing what happened to those poor people under London, seeing them die because of my incapable hands, and seeing the few surviving leave their only home because I could not do what I was there to do . it was overwhelming.
I know I was not alone. I had a team; friends. But they could fair no better then I. And this is why I write.
I hate you God. I hate the very idea of your existence.
And again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU DO NOT EXIST, GOD!
You see my tears, God? Do you see how I cry? This is the first showing of emotion I have had in weeks. And it is not of sadness as I had hoped. It is anger. And pure hatred.
I used to love you. You are what had kept me alive for so very long. But again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU CANNOT EXIST!
Maybe you did at one time. But no longer do you walk the globe. You do not bring any well being or good tidings to your people. You do not know how it is to live among these people. You sit there in your high thrown just watching. You may shed a tear now and then, but it may be because your team did not win the SUPERBOWL!
And again, I reaffirm;
YOU NEVER EXISTED!
Ever, Lord. You have wasted another life. But it is not you who will have tied the final knot in this rope. It will not be your invisible hands holding me up off the ground so that I cannot leap that foot into nothingness to feel nothing after that final snap.
I reaffirm;
You don't exist. You do not, shall not, never have, and could not possibly exist.
And for you, Oh Lord, for you I feel sorry.
Former Priest and lover of all living beings, Kurt Wagner
Author: Natas
Disclaimer: I don't own anything written about here, nor do I make money off of it.
Warning: THIS FIC HAS ANTI-RELIGIOUS VIEWS! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU! I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings; honestly. Also, this deals with major character death.
Rating: R (Mainly because I don't think some people can handle it with maturety as well as others.)
Summary: This is set after the Poptopia series in Uncanny X-Men. Kurt Wagner has a hard time dealing with what happened. First person perspective.
Note: Thanks to Stormfreak for uploading this. I lust you like the freak I am! This was a response to her challenge, which can be found here: =1038943287
. . .
Dear. Dear God.
Why? Why have you forsaken me? Why have you cursed me? Why have you made my life a living hell? I had never asked for this. I do not think I did at the very least. But. I'm sorry, it is not your fault.
You do not exist. That is why it is not your fault. You built me up just to let me fall. And for that, I am truly sorry. Sorry for you. You lost a very faithful bringer of good tidings.
You did this to me.
Then again you had no hand in this, fore you do not exist. Thus again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU, GOD, DO NOT EXIST!
Mind you, I am not angry. I am not hurt. I am not overwhelmed with any emotions. I simply have no emotions left anymore. After seeing what happened to those poor people under London, seeing them die because of my incapable hands, and seeing the few surviving leave their only home because I could not do what I was there to do . it was overwhelming.
I know I was not alone. I had a team; friends. But they could fair no better then I. And this is why I write.
I hate you God. I hate the very idea of your existence.
And again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU DO NOT EXIST, GOD!
You see my tears, God? Do you see how I cry? This is the first showing of emotion I have had in weeks. And it is not of sadness as I had hoped. It is anger. And pure hatred.
I used to love you. You are what had kept me alive for so very long. But again, I reaffirm this fact;
YOU CANNOT EXIST!
Maybe you did at one time. But no longer do you walk the globe. You do not bring any well being or good tidings to your people. You do not know how it is to live among these people. You sit there in your high thrown just watching. You may shed a tear now and then, but it may be because your team did not win the SUPERBOWL!
And again, I reaffirm;
YOU NEVER EXISTED!
Ever, Lord. You have wasted another life. But it is not you who will have tied the final knot in this rope. It will not be your invisible hands holding me up off the ground so that I cannot leap that foot into nothingness to feel nothing after that final snap.
I reaffirm;
You don't exist. You do not, shall not, never have, and could not possibly exist.
And for you, Oh Lord, for you I feel sorry.
Former Priest and lover of all living beings, Kurt Wagner