Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.
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Anna woke slowly, than sprang up upon remembering what had happened. It was 5:45. She only hoped she could get there in time. She knew exactly where to go, and grabbing her coat, she ran out the door.
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The control room doors slid open with a slight whooshing sound. He looked forward, eying the killer, knowing they were skilled enough to detect his presence.
He smiled inwardly as an intense feeling of familiarity overwhelmed him. As the figure faced him, Remy gave one wink before the entire control room counter lit up with kinetic energy.
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Remy was glad he had knocked Anna out. Anna's counterpart Rogue had died by the betrayers hands, and he had been worried that Anna would suffer the same fate.
He held his gun steady, waiting for the killer to drop the weapon aimed at Logan.
What happened next severed his calm, his sanity. Anna ran into the room then, her heels tapping too loudly on the wood floor. The killer knew his concentration would be lost with her entrance. And in the second it took Remy to blink in Anna's direction, the killer had disarmed him, and shot off their gun.
The bullet landed in Anna's stomach, as she took in the killer with betrayed eyes. Anna batted her eyelashes heavily, before collapsing against the wall behind her. The bullet had gone straight through her, and as she slid down the wall, a trail of blood followed her. Anna must not have seen the same series of visions as Remy. She must not have seen Rogue die.
Remy's knees grew weak, ready to admit defeat at the sight of his lover's death. But his mind screamed for revenge, and in the killer's off guard position, Remy struck.
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Jean Grey looked frightened as she backed up out of view from the screen. Remy grinned, knowing that his expression, with the combination of his red on black eyes must send shivers up and down her spine.
Remy clapped then, the sound echoing throughout the room.
"Bravo chere. Y'put on quite an act, even managed to frame me in de process." He began inching towards her, releasing his kinetic hold on the control booth. He could feel her try to enter his mind, hoping to kill him from within, but his mind blocks were too strong. Jean began to shake, as of yet not saying a single word.
"Y'know why y'look so scared Jean? Because I bet you're remembering dat Bishop told us I would survive. Dat I would be de last remaining X-Man.
Jean's expression grew thoughtful then, her fear switching to a crazed, angry look. Suddenly she sent Remy flying with her telekinesis.
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Remy had managed to disarm Jean with a kick to her wrist. She attacked back, her moves agile, but not as fast as Remy's. Logan jumped her from behind, grabbing her in a choke hold. Jean flipped him over her shoulders, slamming him into Remy. Quickly, Jean pulled a dagger from beneath the boots she was wearing, and charging forward, she aimed it for Remy. Logan sprang in front of her, trying to stop her, but ended up receiving the knife in his chest.
Jean ripped the knife from Logan, and gasping, she teetered backwards. The dagger slipped from her numb hands, clanking to the floor.
Logan clutched his wound, blood spurting from between his fingers.
"Is this how ya wanted it Redd?
Remy watched them interact, realization settling in.
Jean balled her hands into fists, clenching and unclenching them. Tears looked ready to spill down her cheeks. "I killed her for you Logan. For us.
Logan was struggling to keep awake, and Remy stayed close to his side. "There-was no us-Jean. It ended"-Logan wheezed before continuing, "it ended five years ago.
Jean narrowed her eyes at this. Flinching, she directed her vision back to Remy, but continued speaking to Logan. "I spent those last five years training. I heard you had become a detective, and knew I had to become something that could sneak by your sensitive nose and back into your life." Jean's head tilted to the side, a blank look stretched across her face. "Did you recognize my moves Remy? My seamless steps?
"I didn' train y'chere. My thieves have honor.
"I wasn't a thief Remy. I was an assassin learning the thieves' code.
"And ya thought I would take ya back after ya killed the only woman I loved?" Logan asked viciously.
Jean slammed her fist into the glass pane of the window. "You didn't love her Logan! That's what I was trying to make you understand!
Logan gathered the rest of his strength. "Well Redd, your plan had the-uhh-opposite effect. Killin' Ro'-uhh-just made me realize how much I loved and needed her.
Logan's breath became shaky, his outfit completely soaked in blood.
Jean watched as his eyes closed, and then screamed in agony when his chest no longer began to rise. Jean quickly bent down, reaching for her dagger.
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Remy crashed into a shelf, the glass flasks it was holding shattering into pieces around him. He stood up rapidly, grabbing several broken shards and slipping them underneath the sleeve of his tight, black X-Men uniform.
"She's dead Jean. De entire team is gone. What kinda fucked up plan do y'have?"They stood on opposite sides of the room now, a good ten feet between them.
"This team only suppressed everyone's true talent, surely you have noticed that Remy?" Jean began circling away from the control booth, towards the exit.
"Y'never struck me as one t'care about power or strength chere." Remy grabbed a remote from the counter, and charging it, he flung it at Jean before she could escape. The blast sent her to the ground.
Jean pulled herself into a crawl position, and looking up at Remy, her eyes burned a redish, orange. Taken aback, Remy stayed where he was, but he did not let his emotions show.
"It took me awhile to realize how weak this team really was, but I always admired your technique Remy, it's why I had you sent away.
Remy swallowed. "Dere be no way you could have arranged Lapin's death chere, y'may have secrets, but y'ain' connected to de Thieves or Assassins Guilds.
Jean stood up, a strange glow emitting from her body. "You're right Remy, I'm not connected to them. I was able to reach the mind of an assassin; persuade them a little.
"Your telepathy doesn' reach dat far Jean.
"And your kinetic energy is not supposed to work without physical contact. What's your point Remy?
"Y'didn' have t'kill de entire fucking team Jean!" Remy's rage slowly seeped back in, as he fingered the glass beneath his sleeve.
Jean sighed, looking solemn. "I can feel the power in my veins Remy, and surely you have seen the way your own power is mutating; advancing." She looked up then. "I had to do it.
"Even Scott?
Jean's far away expression saddened, as she wrapped her arms around her chest. A quiet sob escaped her lips.
Remy had begun advancing in her dazed condition, but Jean promptly recovered.
"No!" She shrieked, telekinetically reaching for the shards Remy now held in his hand. They were already glowing pink, and they blew up within the bubble Jean had created. Angry, Jean pulled Remy to her, stopping him inches from where she stood.
Unable to move, Remy watched Jean pick up a large glass shard with her mind. It landed in her outstretched palm, and she slowly raised it towards Remy's chest.
"It doesn' have t'be dis way Jean.
Jean's lips curled into an evil grin. It's unfortunate Remy, you could have been so powerful. But it looks like you won' be the last X-Men alive after all.
He heard the sound of flesh being ruptured and glass breaking, as Jean dropped the piece she was holding. Surprise was on both Jean's and Remy's face, as blood spewed from Jean's mouth.
Jean cringed, her body jolting and then slumping to the floor, revealing Rogue's irate form, clutching the dagger that had once been in her own stomach.
"Actually Jean," Rogue whispered to her still form, while staring straight into Remy's eyes, "This man's pretty hard ta kill.
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Remy was fast. He reached Jean's position in seconds. Unfortunately, she still managed to grab her dagger, and so he gave her a swift kick to the stomach upon reaching her. Jean doubled over, but still held tightly to the knife. She began to desperately slash at Remy, her anger distracting her technique.
Easily avoiding her attacks, Remy backed up in a half circle, hopeful to reach his gun. Jean surprised him by lowering herself to the ground, delivering a spinning kick to his lower legs. Remy could have dodged her sloppy attempt, but her move gave him the leverage he needed to scoop up the gun.
Both Jean and Remy took a second to catch their breath, scouting each other with their eyes. Remy jumped up quickly, crescent kicking Jean's weapon from her hand, and pointing his gun at her chest.
"It's over Jean. Logan's dead. Anna's dead. Don' make me add y'to de list.
Jean smiled, than charged Remy. His gun shot off as Jean simultaneously rammed a hidden knife into Remy's chest. They stood, pressed together, blood dripping down their legs, soaking their clothing.
Shakily, Jean coughed into Remy's shoulder, muttering, "I had no other reason left to live." With that, Jean collapsed at Remy's feet, letting go of her knife in the process.
Still standing, Remy began to limp in the direction of Anna. When he reached her, he ripped the dagger from his stomach, grunting a little, but otherwise too mentally numb to feel the pain.
He landed on his knees, taking in her pale, stiff figure. Climbing into her lap, he curled against her frame, resting his head on her shoulder.
"I will see y'again soon cherie." His eyes closed then, the last breath escaping his lungs. This was the way it had to end, love being the inevitable poison. Remy's final thought was of the visions, and how he had not seen how they had ended. He had awoken after the vision of Rogue's death. Anna must have seen the conclusion, and curiously, he wondered what she had seen to make her face look so certain when she had first run in the door.
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Anna had seen Remy and Rogue collectively beat Jean, giving her the confidence to believe that her and Remy would be successful as well. As it turned out, the visions didn't connect as thoroughly as the two had thought.
The couple still stood facing each other, Jean's unconscious body below their feet. Finally, Remy grabbed Rogue into a tight embrace, holding on for dear life.
"Chere? How-
Rogue drove her hand up Remy's neck, grasping strands of his hair. "Wolverine's alive Remy. He leant meh his healing factor, apparently it brought both meh and him back ta life.
"Everyone else is dead chere-
They moved apart, Rogue leaving her hand on his shoulder. "Ah'm so glad your alive Remy, Ah had this awful feeling.
"I'm alive chere, but what o'de team?
"We're gonna have ta pick up the pieces sugah, fight history, prove it wrong.
Remy smiled, as if seeing her in a new light, as if seeing her for the first time, all over again, back in her old apartment, where it began in one time, and ended in another.
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A year had passed since the betrayal, and Remy, Logan and Rogue, the only survivors, had moved their location to New Orleans, in hopes of cleansing themselves of the loss they had endured. Rogue and Remy lounged in front of the television, watching a movie set in the 1920's, or 30's.
"Think Ah should cut meh hair like that Remy?
Remy played with one of her curly strands. "No way chere, I like your long hair.
"Hmm. Well Ah sure do like those flapper dresses, too bad those aren' in style anymore.
"Sounds like you'd fit right into de 1920's Mrs. LeBeau. Hope time travel ain't developed anytime soon, don' know how well I'd fit into dat era.
"Relax sugah, Ah wouldn't either. But it's an interesting thought, you and meh in the 1920's.
Remy smiled, pulling Rogue down into his arms.
"It sure is chere, it sure is.
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Notes: It was fun watching you guys guess the killer, but I wish I had made more options available, I think I may have made it too easy.
To make a few things clear:
-Anna and Remy were seeing visions from the same timeline, but they were not seeing the same ones.
-Phoenix was developing (for the first time in this timeline) inside the Jean Grey of the X-Men present day period., thus her greed for power.
-Yes, Anna and Remy did die in the 1920's timeline, but hey, at least they survived in the X-Men one!