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'So cold, so cold, gotta keep move'n, keep move'n', Remy thought to himself. 'Someone will come, Dey won't let me die. Not like dis. I be dey family.'
These are the thoughts that kept going through his head. Remy Lebeau, thief, great lover, x-man. He had been left to die in a cold wasteland by the woman who claimed to love him. Who he thought he truly loved, but no more, not after this. If he mad it out alive he was through with the untouchable x-woman Rogue.
He had been prepared to love her for the rest of his, even if he could never touch her. To him it was a small sacrifice to be with the one he loved, which he thought loved him.
"If I get out o' dis, I'm throw wit' you, Rogue, Never Again", he said aloud.
After awhile, he didn't know how long, the pain started to go away and he started to get sleepy. ' Dis not so bad, at least I'm not in pain', he thought.
He had stopped moving now and was lying in the snow. As he drifted asleep he thought he saw a black clad figure coming toward him. As it got closer he saw it was a woman. A beautiful woman with jet-black hair, almost blue-black, and skin the color of caramel or honey, with the most piercing gray eyes he had ever seen. She reminded him of someone whom he knew long ago, someone he once loved, but like Rogue she had left him to.
This had to be his angel of death. "You come to take ol' Remy to hell," he whispered, "you be de prettiest death angel I ever see."
"No I've come to bring you home," she whispered back to him. Then all was black as he slipped into nothingness.
'So cold, so cold, gotta keep move'n, keep move'n', Remy thought to himself. 'Someone will come, Dey won't let me die. Not like dis. I be dey family.'
These are the thoughts that kept going through his head. Remy Lebeau, thief, great lover, x-man. He had been left to die in a cold wasteland by the woman who claimed to love him. Who he thought he truly loved, but no more, not after this. If he mad it out alive he was through with the untouchable x-woman Rogue.
He had been prepared to love her for the rest of his, even if he could never touch her. To him it was a small sacrifice to be with the one he loved, which he thought loved him.
"If I get out o' dis, I'm throw wit' you, Rogue, Never Again", he said aloud.
After awhile, he didn't know how long, the pain started to go away and he started to get sleepy. ' Dis not so bad, at least I'm not in pain', he thought.
He had stopped moving now and was lying in the snow. As he drifted asleep he thought he saw a black clad figure coming toward him. As it got closer he saw it was a woman. A beautiful woman with jet-black hair, almost blue-black, and skin the color of caramel or honey, with the most piercing gray eyes he had ever seen. She reminded him of someone whom he knew long ago, someone he once loved, but like Rogue she had left him to.
This had to be his angel of death. "You come to take ol' Remy to hell," he whispered, "you be de prettiest death angel I ever see."
"No I've come to bring you home," she whispered back to him. Then all was black as he slipped into nothingness.