Disclaimer: I don't own X-men (sniff) and no one wanted to buy my lovely china doll set. (Sniff.) I shall remain X-men less forever. (Sniff.)

Same as before, the line means that it has changed to the point of view of another person.

I sat reading my magazine, thinking about everything that had happened. Poor Kurt. He seemed so shaken up. I mean who wouldn't be. He had just witnessed Remy stab Scott. Poor little elf. I knew that Remy was probably capable of anything, especially thieving, or as he liked to call it acquiring, but to attack someone like that.

It just wasn't like Remy to do that.

The door burst open and Logan, Rogue, Storm and Betsy ran in. Wolverine had his claws out and Betsy had a psychic knife at the ready. "Like what the hell are you doing?" I said angrily.

I looked at Rogue who was glancing around the room as If she was looking for someone. "Where's Kurt?!" she asked.

"He left."

"Where?"

"I don't know."

"Shit!"

I looked at them all, they looked tired, angry and when I looked at Rogue I saw fear. "Look, lets just try to think, where would he go?" said wolverine.

"Why are you looking for Kurt?" I asked.

"It was him." said Betsy.

"Him? What?"

"Kurt Stabbed Scott."

"WHAT!!"

Rogue punched the wall in anger leaving a large hole there when she pulled her arm out. We looked at her with astonishment. She blushed and said, "Sorry. It's just…… he could be anywhere."

I felt my stomach drop. I knew where Kurt had teleported to. And I now knew what he might be doing. The others must have noticed my anxiousness, Rogue turned round to face me, "Whats wrong?"

"I know where Kurt teleported too. Before he left he said, he said………. He said he was going to see Remy."

I saw the colour drain from Rogues face as she whispered, "He's gonna kill him."

"Get rid of the evidence." growled Logan.

"I told you we should have left someone with Remy!" said Betsy angrily.

"There's no time for 'we shoulda's' We gotta get to Remy. Now!"

Poor Remy. Poor stupid Remy. Look at him. Crumpled up on the floor. I feel almost…………. Guilty. Finishing him off like this. But it has to be done. There can be no evidence. Shall I wake him up? Yes! I think I will.

"REMY!" I shout.

He sits up with a start and then glares at me. "What're ya doin here kurt? I told you. I'd take de blame. Yer gonna ruin every'in!"

"I'm here Remy, to get rid of the evidence."

"What evidence?"

"My revenge for Jean."

"What are ya talkin bout'?"

"You."

I never thought I would see the day when I saw Remy LeBeau actually look petrified. "wha'?"

I pulled out the knife from my pocket. His eyes opened in terror. "I want you to understand Remy, this is for Jean. You love Jean, right? She will be happy you made this sacrifice." With that I lashed out at him.

The dagger sinking deep into his chest.