Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them. Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my own.
Throughout story:
" " = Speech
' ' = Thoughts
= Telepath
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Rogue: Sketty..
Sketty: Yes?
Rogue: Logan is having difficulties..
Sketty: Huh?
Rogue: nods her head to where Logan is curled up, looking distraught
Sketty: Logan.. ?
Logan: I thought everybody loved me!! yells, eyes panicked I thought it was all about me! ME!
Sketty: Lo –
Logan: But no! You lie! You have killed me!
Sketty: Loga –
Logan: I'm hearin' none o' this! storms off in a sulking mood
Sketty: sighs quietly
Scott: This is SO good.. runs hands together gleefully With Logan gone I shall be come the heartthrob. I shall be number one! IT WILL BE ABOUT ME! NOT LOGAN! ME!
Storm: clips Scott over the head Shut up!
Bobby: Yeah, you're way freaky.
Scott: B-but that's what Logan does! He says it's all about him!
Logan: from distance It's all about me!
All: …
Scott: !!!
Scott: It's all about me!
Aurora: Shut up Scott!
Rogue: Yeah, you're being really weird!
Scott: O.O
Sketty: Uh.. yeah, let's get on with chapter 52
Chapter 52Aurora slowly placed her palm inside Mystique's, the cool smooth skin of azure clasping over her bloodied fingers and pulling her up gently. As Aurora was rightened to her feet, a momentary gaze was sent between the two women. Magneto pushed himself upright very slowly, groaning softly from the numerous wounds and bruises that marked him from the rage of Aurora. Aurora almost choked when she saw his face. He was still smirking! He was enjoying the torment she was suffering from! She growled under her breath, taking a leap up the steps to go and finish off her work.
A grip on her adamantium wrist slowed her before pulling her back, that, and an incredible surge of pain from her ankle. Aurora spun softly; her damp locks slapping over her forehead as she heavily breathed, "What?" She growled to Mystique, eyes helplessly in a state of narrowed fury.
Mystique's alluring eyes of shocking yellow watched her gently, "I need to do this.."
Aurora's brow flinched lightly as her expression twisted in curious puzzlement, "Do what?" She asked, eyes watching from the dirtied face of dried mud and streaks of old blood. However, her question was a pointless one. She could smell the desire of her like an aura. A fierce determination sparkled in the blue mutant's eyes.
"You go and help Wolverine."
"But – " Choked Aurora. Did Mystique realise he was dead?
"He needs you."
Mystique spun from Aurora, walking up the steps with slow and sensual movements. Her expression was icily cold, but the glimmer of hope was ever present in her mysterious eyes. Magneto watched her, becoming uncomfortable as she approached him.
"I want a word with you." Announced Magneto, brow lowering deeply over his furious glare.
Mystique smiled gently, it was as if the old persona had returned.. that was until her expression viciously twisted into a sudden grimace of anger. Before Magneto had time to witness the change, Mystique had lightly lifted her agile body from the cold concrete and her slender legs had outstretched. Her bare feet had spun, and collided doubly with Magneto's jaw, sending him colliding to the floor with a cry, "You're getting nothing from me." She hissed softly, back arching as she readied her position, arms elegantly stretching as she proceeded forward to continue her work…
Aurora's path to the floored body of the Wolverine was regretful and uncomfortable. Her run was elegantly done, as always, but there was a flinch in her actions that proved she didn't want to witness the occurrences. Her ears lightly flinched to the spoken words of Mystique behind her, and to the sickening cracks and cries of pain, followed by the obvious thump of a body. Aurora blanked it out.. her eyes focused slowly.. upon the still body of Logan who lay most untidily at the bottom of a blood-spattered wall.
Aurora paused by the once untainted white brick, she looked up grimly to watch a fresh droplet of blood run down gently over the texture, shining and glistening with purity in the faint moonlight. Her eyes closed gently and her head turned from the running stream of blood from the mass stain up above. She sighed softly, lids tightly pressing shut over burning eyes. But then, slowly and ruefully her eyes did prise open to cast a close up of the body at her feet. His face was tilted up to her, mane of unruly hair supported by a bent arm. Although his face was darkened by dirt, and streaked by trails of blood from earlier wounds, he did indeed look peaceful.
No nightmares were haunting him now.
Aurora lowered slowly to the gritty concrete, her own red-stained hand outstretching to lightly brush her fingers tips on a curl of hair that stuck out smugly over his forehead whilst the rest was swept back. She gently tucked it in with the rest of his hair before her fingers recoiled gently at the touch. She made a quick inhale of air, throat shuddering lightly. She made a soft tone, a small noise of sadness, almost a whine, "Oh Logan.." She softly voiced, fingertips re-touching his forehead and brushing gently over his cheek. Her thumb brushed over his closed eyelids, another inhale shaking her ribcage as it thrashed into her throat and heart, "After everything.. after all you've been through.. we've been through."
Her head lowered gently, eyes closing, "I can't believe it.. I don't want to.." Her sorrow suddenly shattered inside her, a heat of anger roared past her temples. Her eyes flew open and nostrils flared. She sprung powerfully to her feet, thighs surging her up. She screamed inside her mind, a roar of need, and denial to his possible state.
Past the battered bodies of Magneto and Mystique, beyond the compound walls and over the spiked fencing, past the small rows of houses and down to a small corner of a lonely road, under the feeble glow of a streetlamp.. Jayne's head snapped up, and a loud gasp broke the uneasy silence.
"What is it madame?" Asked Siren, quickly turning to the red-head.
"We need to go in.. now!"
Just then, from the dark and once silent sky, the familiar jet roared down, it's powerful engines causing the trees around them to thrash and sway. Uneasily the jet slipped in to land, wings haphazardly knocking a few dustbins over, responses were the loud screeches of cats. Scott turned slowly, to see the door lowering and his gaze met the Professor's..
At last..
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Logan: Well, at last the chapter was about me..
Aurora: Partly.
Logan: Ssh!