"Oh freakin' shit." Was all that Logan could say about the sight before him. For once in his life, he was disgusted because of something that he had done, but by something done by another.
His sharp eyes scanned the back alley. Blood coated the walls as if it were paint. Scott's body lay sprawled across the concrete, limp, motionless, and headless. He cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering where the skull was. His curiosity ended when he saw a small white object in the middle of what appeared to be a body. Yes it was a body, Wolverine decided upon seeing what were barely recognized as legs, sticking out of the bloody lump of meat.
Logan allowed a growl to escape from his lips. He sniffed the air hoping to discover the culprit. The strong sent of death was all that he could smell. That and burnt flesh. He had smelt this once before, but forced the memories of his past away, not wanting to relive past events.
It didn't take much for Logan to realize whose body was the bloody lump of meat. She was the only person who went with Scott on a search to find Gambit, Rogue, Jubilee, and Kitty. Jean Grey. Anger took over Logan's body and he released a long and mournful howl.
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"FUCK YOU MISERY!" Gambit screamed aloud, ignoring the strange looks that he was receiving from people walking past him. Mothers covered their children's ears as Gambit stormed by them muttering curses.
"Do you have a problem, young man!?!? How dare you say such foul language with children around!?!?!?" A mother practically yelled at Remy, face going slightly red with rage and hands still covering her eight-year-old son's ears.
Gambit's only reply was stretching his middle finger up into her face and storming away, leaving the woman shocked.
'Temper, temper.' Misery's voice scolded in Gambit's head.
"SHUT UP!" Gambit yelled, again receiving odd looks.
'My you look foolish. I do say, I am having a rather entertaining day today. Don't you think so?' Misery asked.
Gambit's response was a growl accompanied with a snarl.
'No longer talkative? Too bad! I was rather enjoying your outbursts. Well now, lets see who is next on our list? Hmmmmmm. Oh that's right, Beast.' Misery's voice said, with a corrupt tone to it.
Gambit gritted his teeth together, trying to ignore her. He was not going to let her get to him. That's what she was trying to do to him he thought.
'Why do you even bother struggling, Gambit? There is no way out.' Misery said.
Gambit's eyes lighted up as a thought came to him, "Oh yes there is."
'WHAT!?!?!? NO! YOU WOULDN'T DARE!' Misery yelped in his head.
Gambit chuckled at her foolishness and replied, "Yes I would." With that, Remy walked over to an abandoned building. He busted down the boards blocking anyone's approach to the barren window and stepped inside. There he took out a small knife that he kept hidden in his sleeve, incase his powers were knocked out and he was against a stronger opponent.
"I figured out how you can control me, chere. Sinister has put something in my brain dat allows you to control me whenever a fellow X-man is near by. Dis allows you to kill dem. But it would be too much pressure on my head if he had the little device programmed fully, to allow you to control me for every hour of every day. I would end up being killed and dats de last ting dat you guys want. Oui, chere, dere is a way out o' dis, and I intend to take it before anyone else is killed." Gambit explained to Misery, a smile creeping to his face as he heard her gasp.
'De bad ting is, I gotta do dis! I don't want anyone else getting hurt. No more loved ones dying. No more pain, for them or myself. Sinister won de round but not de battle. Dat pleasant victory goes to moi.' Gambit thought to himself.
Bringing the small blade to his neck he smiles again at Misery threats to kill the rest of the X-men if he goes through with this. He knows that the X-men would have a better chance of expecting an attack from Misery, a Marauder, than from himself, an X-man.
Feeling the cool metal press up against his throat he closes his eyes.
"Au revoir, Rogue. Chere, I truly do love you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I hope dat you find love wit Logan seeing how you can touch him." Sadness swept through Gambit at this thought. Even if he stayed alive, why would she even want to stay with him? She can touch Logan. Not him. This cut deep into his soul, thinking about Logan with Rogue, together, laughing, and touching.
Pressing the blade against his neck he feels the warm liquid slowly seep out of his wound. 'Dis is it.' He thought to himself. He pressed against his throat with the blade, hard, waiting for darkness to claim him. It never came. Nor had he pressed the blade into his throat. He was just standing there, motionless, Blade still pressed up against his throat.
Gambit's blood turned cold as Misery controlled his body. Making it release the blade and allowing it to fall onto the floor.
About to question what was going on he hears Misery say, 'Guess what, Remy? I have control over your body. And you know what that means, don't you? A fellow X-man is nearby.'
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A thanks goes out to Rogue (You inspired me to write more ASAP! So I did ^_^, Thanks for reviewing!)