Author's note: The song is "Exit" by U2 off the Joshua Tree album. I got the lyrics from the U2 Lyrics Archive (http://lyrics.interference.com/u2/index.html). I was listening to the song and this story popped in my head. Sorry fellow Remy fans! I just couldn't resist using the song and writing something dramatic and tragic.
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Exit
By Mordred LeFay
You know he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the
dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love
He used to be safe. No one knew, not even her. Sometimes he even convinced himself that none of it had happened. The Morlocks were safe and his hands were clean. He was happy, a married man, and the woman he'd loved for years could finally touch him. He had atoned for his sins, repented and done his penance. The dreams began to fade, the guilt he could push away. Former thief, former leader in a massacre of his own kind, Remy LeBeau was finally a respectable man. Then it all fell apart.
His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog
started crying
Like a broken hearted man
At the howling wind
At
the howling wind
Gambit stalked along the edge of the cliffs, watching the moon rise and the waves crash on jagged rocks below. Far away from any living soul, he stood and glared at the night sky. No one would ever find him here. The wind whipped his coat around him, biting cold chilling him to the bone. He didn't care. He was already numb inside. She knows everything. It was all over.
He went deeper into black
Deeper into white
Could see the
stars shining
Like nails in the night
He felt the
healing
Healing, healing
Healing hands of love
Like the
stars shiny shiny
From above
He remembered the first moment Rogue could touch him without fear. Her skin was so soft, just like he had imagined it. He remembered the first time they made love, their entire bodies touching skin to skin, no fear and no hurt. He closed his eyes in pain. He could feel her touch, her lips, if he imagined hard enough. He also remembered the last time they touched, when her powers came back without warning, the weakening feeling, her shock and then anger as she realized everything he'd been holding back from her.
Hand
in the pocket
Finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His
heart he could feel
Was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my
love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love
He wanted to die then, when he saw the scorn in her eyes. She knew. He had stolen her engagement ring, their wedding rings, stolen everything he had given her. And she knew about his past, everything he hoped he could hide from her forever. "How could ya, Remy? How could ya do that to those poor people? They hadn't done nuthin'. It was all for money, you greedy bastard! All ya care about is money!" She shook with rage. "You ain't the man I thought you were, Remy LeBeau. You ain't the man ah fell in love with. You sicken me. You lied to me. Get out. Ah neva' wanna see your face again!"
He begged her to finish it. He couldn't live without her. Kiss me, hold me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna be in your arms, chere. Please Roguey... let me touch you one last time.
My love
She had refused. He'd have to do it his own way. He meant what he'd said, even if she didn't believe it. The world had been soiled by his presence long enough. Remy turned his back on the night. If he did this right, he would be knocked back and over the edge to fall into the surf, onto the jagged rocks below. No way was he going half-assed on this, no surviving paralyzed or a vegetable that she would be obligated to care for. He owed Rogue that much.
Saw the hands that
build
Can also pull down
With trembling fingers he reached into his pocket and pulled out the pistol. He disengaged the safety and stuck the barrel into his mouth. Hot tears slid down his cheeks but up until the end every thought was of her. Forgive me, mon chere, he thought as he pulled the trigger.
The hands of love