Here it is folks, the final chapter of Evil Come Undone

Here it is folks, the final chapter of Evil Come Undone. It's short, I know, but I think I got everything I wanted in there. I am thinking about writing another story, similar to this one, only where Marrow has already somewhat found her place on the team, and adding some more adventure rather than drama/angst. If you'd be interested, can ya let me know? Thanks, and thank you to everyone who's been reading this story. HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED IT!

~~~jenn

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I limped out Jean's lab after she had bandaged up a few of my more serious injuries. The pain had been almost unbearable at first, even for me, but after a while, I didn't feel pain. I didn't feel much of anything for that matter. The only thing I felt was the hurt I saw in Dark Beast's eyes.

"I loved you as if you were my own sister Sarah." "I loved you." "My own sister." "Loved you."

"Sarah? You need some 'elp gettin' to your room?" Remy walked up to me from behind.

I shook my head, not wanting to answer.

We walked through the halls like that for a while, quiet, kind of like the first time we met at the mansion. Neither of us knew the right thing to say.

"What happened out dere petite? You so…not like yourself. You take a blow ta da head or summtin?" He laughed at his pathetic attempt of a joke.

"I don't want to talk about it." I replied quickly and softly, still hearing the words run through my head, "I loved you Sarah." I heard it again.

What had I done? No one had ever loved me, and I betrayed the only one that ever had. I was alone now, with no one there for me.

I felt a small tear trickle down my face, and before I knew what was happening, my head was buried in Remy's shoulder, wetting his leather duster coat with my own salty tears. He was shh'ing me and rubbing my back comfortingly.

"I's ok petitie, Remy's here for you, don't cry." The gentle French tinted voice consoled me.

It was then that another memory rushed through my head. The night Remy had saved me. The night that the same loving French voice soothed the wild child within me, had showed me that someone loved me, that he always would.

I pulled my head up and stared at him. Through my own blurry vision I could see that his eyes were fixed on me, with a concerned look on his face. Once again, everything I had was gone, but once again, Remy was there to save me from it. He was there when I lost everything, and here he was again, here for me when the evil that was once inside me was slowly dissipating. He represented my hope. My hope that there would always be tomorrow. That he was always going to be there for me.

"Thank you Remy." I whispered.

One side of his mouth turned upward in a confused smile, "Fo' what?"

"For everything." I leaned forward and hugged him, "Thank you."

I closed my eyes and visualized my future. I would make it, I already had. As long as Remy was there, life would be ok. As long as he was there, I would be ok.

Shall I continue…?