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Note: The song this chap. is 'Anthem of Our Dying Day' by Story of the Year.
+++++ represents a dream. +++++
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 6-Anthem of Our Dying Day
*****
The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight.
And this is the moment that I live for.
I can smell the ocean air.
Here I am pouring my heart onto these rooftops.
Just a ghost to the world.
That's exactly what I need.
xxx
From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire,
and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.
*****
"Hey." Scott called quietly, taking a seat beside Jean at the table and putting an arm around her shoulder. "You okay?" he gave her shoulder a slight squeeze.
Jean smiled wanly, turning to look at her boyfriend. "Yeh, I'm fine." she told him sadly, not managing to be very convincing.
Scott sighed. "It really isn't your fault Jean."
"I know." she glanced at the floor, closing her eyes for a brief second. "He must really want to die though Scott, I don't understand it. Why even bother to try again? He knew we were monitoring him." Jean shook her head apathetically.
"Maybe...he just didn't care." Scott offered, pulling his arm away from Jean. "He's fine though, right?"
"For the moment." Jean sighed as she met his ruby quartz gaze. "The Professor said Logan's in a healing coma while he wears off the effects of Rogue's powers. Luckily none of the wounds from his first attempt re-opened, or he really would be dead..." her eyes widened as she stood up, then said quietly, "but he knew that...he wanted it to happen that way." she blinked, then turned and stormed out of the kitchen.
Scott slammed his fist on the table, frustrated. "Stop shutting me out Jean!" he said quietly, but she was already gone.
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Logan ran into the woods, the cold, stiff ground causing his bare feet to go numb, but he didn't care. He shot an angry glare backwards as he paused in a circle of briers, kneeling down to catch his breath. The frosty air left him feeling winded, and he found it harder and harder to breathe the more he ran.
"Looooogan." a drawn out whispy voice echoed through the woods, ringing in his ears.
"Looooogan." the voice called again, more desperate this time.
Logan growled, then tried to unsheath his claws, only to find that he couldn't. He furrowed his brows, taking in a sharp breath. The cold air made him cough and he put a hand to his chest as he felt it tighten up.
"Logan." the voice whisped again, closer this time and not as drawn out.
Logan knelt down on the hard ground, fighting to breathe and he found himself shivering in the cold, his bare upper body turning pale and his lips blue. He clenched his eyes shut, growling, then he felt a soft, warm hand gently lift his chin. Logan found himself staring into beautiful pale green eyes that belonged to a young girl with auburn hair and a curious white streak. "Rogue?" he coughed, squinting.
"Logan. Stop running." she told him softly, lighting squeezing his chin. "I don't hate you." the ghostly girl whispered before she faded away into nothing.
"Wait!" Logan rasped. His cold and worn body seized up and he was paralyzed, falling flat on the ground unable to move...unable to breathe.
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"ROGUE!" Logan yelled in a strained voice, sitting straight up in the bed and knocking off a few of the wires that had been monitoring him.
Rogue shot up from her chair at the infirmary door and dropped the magazine she'd been looking at. She ran toward the bed, staring at Logan as he seemed to be focusing on where he was. "Logan?" she asked timidly.
Logan took in a few deep breaths, then used his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. He blinked several times, then glanced sideways at Rogue. "I'm alive." he mumbled, but not seeming as dissapointed as he thought he would.
"Yur damn right y'are!" Rogue snarled at him, suddenly feeling angry instead of concerned. "Now I got *you* in my head. Thanks alot." she grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
Logan sighed, then leaned back against the bed, surprised that he hadn't been restrained this time. "I'm sorry." he said gruffly, sounding somewhat sincere. He really was sorry that he'd put her through that, and now she'd probably have his Weapon-X nightmares too, but he thought at the time it was the only way he could kill himself, the only way he could end all his grief.
Rogue stared down at the sterile floor. "I meant what I said before though." she said quietly.
"What?" Logan glanced at her, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
Rogue gulped, then stared into his liquid brown eyes, her sympathy for him reaching through to her cold expression and softening her own eyes. "After ya touched me...I was tryin' ta get you ta wake up, and I...I said that I didn't hate you, an' I meant it."
Logan blinked, then ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair. He grunted, fumbling for anything to say and lost in his own thoughts, not noticing as Rogue walked back to her chair by the door and sat down, once again picking up her magazine like nothing had happened. 'She doesn't hate me? That-that's what she said in the dream...'
*****
For a second, I wish the tide would swallow every inch of the city as you gasp for air tonight.
I'd scream this song right in your face if you were here.
I swear I won't miss a beat because I never have before.
xxx
From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire,
and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day, of our dying day.
Note: The song this chap. is 'Anthem of Our Dying Day' by Story of the Year.
+++++ represents a dream. +++++
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 6-Anthem of Our Dying Day
*****
The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight.
And this is the moment that I live for.
I can smell the ocean air.
Here I am pouring my heart onto these rooftops.
Just a ghost to the world.
That's exactly what I need.
xxx
From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire,
and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.
*****
"Hey." Scott called quietly, taking a seat beside Jean at the table and putting an arm around her shoulder. "You okay?" he gave her shoulder a slight squeeze.
Jean smiled wanly, turning to look at her boyfriend. "Yeh, I'm fine." she told him sadly, not managing to be very convincing.
Scott sighed. "It really isn't your fault Jean."
"I know." she glanced at the floor, closing her eyes for a brief second. "He must really want to die though Scott, I don't understand it. Why even bother to try again? He knew we were monitoring him." Jean shook her head apathetically.
"Maybe...he just didn't care." Scott offered, pulling his arm away from Jean. "He's fine though, right?"
"For the moment." Jean sighed as she met his ruby quartz gaze. "The Professor said Logan's in a healing coma while he wears off the effects of Rogue's powers. Luckily none of the wounds from his first attempt re-opened, or he really would be dead..." her eyes widened as she stood up, then said quietly, "but he knew that...he wanted it to happen that way." she blinked, then turned and stormed out of the kitchen.
Scott slammed his fist on the table, frustrated. "Stop shutting me out Jean!" he said quietly, but she was already gone.
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Logan ran into the woods, the cold, stiff ground causing his bare feet to go numb, but he didn't care. He shot an angry glare backwards as he paused in a circle of briers, kneeling down to catch his breath. The frosty air left him feeling winded, and he found it harder and harder to breathe the more he ran.
"Looooogan." a drawn out whispy voice echoed through the woods, ringing in his ears.
"Looooogan." the voice called again, more desperate this time.
Logan growled, then tried to unsheath his claws, only to find that he couldn't. He furrowed his brows, taking in a sharp breath. The cold air made him cough and he put a hand to his chest as he felt it tighten up.
"Logan." the voice whisped again, closer this time and not as drawn out.
Logan knelt down on the hard ground, fighting to breathe and he found himself shivering in the cold, his bare upper body turning pale and his lips blue. He clenched his eyes shut, growling, then he felt a soft, warm hand gently lift his chin. Logan found himself staring into beautiful pale green eyes that belonged to a young girl with auburn hair and a curious white streak. "Rogue?" he coughed, squinting.
"Logan. Stop running." she told him softly, lighting squeezing his chin. "I don't hate you." the ghostly girl whispered before she faded away into nothing.
"Wait!" Logan rasped. His cold and worn body seized up and he was paralyzed, falling flat on the ground unable to move...unable to breathe.
+++++
"ROGUE!" Logan yelled in a strained voice, sitting straight up in the bed and knocking off a few of the wires that had been monitoring him.
Rogue shot up from her chair at the infirmary door and dropped the magazine she'd been looking at. She ran toward the bed, staring at Logan as he seemed to be focusing on where he was. "Logan?" she asked timidly.
Logan took in a few deep breaths, then used his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow. He blinked several times, then glanced sideways at Rogue. "I'm alive." he mumbled, but not seeming as dissapointed as he thought he would.
"Yur damn right y'are!" Rogue snarled at him, suddenly feeling angry instead of concerned. "Now I got *you* in my head. Thanks alot." she grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
Logan sighed, then leaned back against the bed, surprised that he hadn't been restrained this time. "I'm sorry." he said gruffly, sounding somewhat sincere. He really was sorry that he'd put her through that, and now she'd probably have his Weapon-X nightmares too, but he thought at the time it was the only way he could kill himself, the only way he could end all his grief.
Rogue stared down at the sterile floor. "I meant what I said before though." she said quietly.
"What?" Logan glanced at her, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
Rogue gulped, then stared into his liquid brown eyes, her sympathy for him reaching through to her cold expression and softening her own eyes. "After ya touched me...I was tryin' ta get you ta wake up, and I...I said that I didn't hate you, an' I meant it."
Logan blinked, then ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair. He grunted, fumbling for anything to say and lost in his own thoughts, not noticing as Rogue walked back to her chair by the door and sat down, once again picking up her magazine like nothing had happened. 'She doesn't hate me? That-that's what she said in the dream...'
*****
For a second, I wish the tide would swallow every inch of the city as you gasp for air tonight.
I'd scream this song right in your face if you were here.
I swear I won't miss a beat because I never have before.
xxx
From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire,
and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day, of our dying day.