Hi guys! I'm terribly sorry to all of you for delaying this chapter so much (the fact that I left it at a cliffhanger doesn't help either I assume…). This past weeks I've had a work overload, plus I just got a new PC (finally) so there was the matter of transferring all my important data on the new one, and all the programs I wanted. All this caused my writing to fall back in the priority list but I've finally managed to finish it. I know it doesn't help that it's a small chapter, but I did that for two reasons. Firstly I wanted it to be separate from the rest, a stand alone chapter (once you read it I'm sure you'll realize why. And secondly, if I tried to make it any bigger I probably would delay it more, so…
Anyway I hope you enjoy this one as well and I'll try to write the next one faster.
Tayrion
Cure my tragedy…
Rogue was sitting in her room listening to the radio. Ever since Remy kissed her, she had been feeling really strange. Remy's memories were still a whirlpool she couldn't understand. She couldn't see clear what now was part of her mind and it felt to her like she was amnesiac. It was very frustrating. Every time she felt like she was close to uncovering what was behind a blurred event in her mind, it was as if a wave came and swept clear the pieces. And then she had to start over again. What made this all the more frustrating was the confusing feeling she had, that these memories belonged to her and she should by all means remember them.
Remy's powers had manifested once or twice destroying the coffee cup she was holding this morning, and shattering Bobby's bat as it connected with the charged up ball she pitched to him, in the afternoon's baseball game she participated, in an effort to loosen up and forget herself for a while. It was fortunate that no one was hurt.
His emotions were also mixed up with hers. A tornado, which in its path took within it, her own emotions and left her feeling just plain weird. A love for herself she hadn't felt before, battling it out against her own self -pity. Or was that Remy's? She couldn't make out what was hers. There was also within her a sadness and fear for the safety of a person she didn't know. Or at least wasn't sure who it might be. And then her attention was distracted by the tune of a song in the radio and she was consumed once more by that sadness and helplessness she felt wasn't hers. She was sure she never heard the song before. But if she hadn't, then why would listening to just the opening tune affect her so? Again the obvious answer of Remy came to her mind. She tried to listen to the lyrics of the song hoping they might help her make sense of the sadness she felt. The song gave off a sad nostalgic feeling from the start. It begun in medium tempo like a ballad, with the electric guitar and the voice of the singer softly lulling of something heartbreaking.
Remember all the times that we used to play, you were lost and I would save you.
An image then flashed in her mind, of her –or was it Remy- playing with a much younger girl. The girl looked so happy and innocent that it broke her heart –for some reason-.
I don't think those feelings will ever fade, you were born a part of me.
She then saw herself hugging this girl, with such love and tenderness, almost afraid that she might break, but also afraid to let her go, as if she would disappear the moment she opened her arms.
I was never good at hiding anything, my thoughts break me.
Do you understand what you mean to me? You are my faith.
She then saw herself cry uncontrollably, almost breaking down, and the girl was holding her hand supportively and trying to whisper to her soothing words. "Don't worry… I'll be ok…" These words echoed in her mind.
And then the chorus kicked in with heavy guitars and a soul-wrenching cry from the singer. A desperate cry for help for some grave injustice being done. Obviously a cry to God. And her eyes wept.
Won't you cure my tragedy! Won't you cure my tragedy!
Don't take her smile away from me. She's broken and I'm far away.
She then stood –in her mind- over the bed of the girl, who lay still, and so peaceful as if she was sleeping. Only she knew that there was something wrong. She wasn't just sleeping. And she was holding her hand and crying, cursing God for this.
Won't you cure my tragedy! Won't you cure my tragedy!
If you made this world a stage for me, then I hope that you can hear me scream.
She then saw herself in a room that she hadn't seen before, but strangely felt so familiar. She was destroying everything she got her hands on. She felt anger, desperation and hopelessness.
The music and the voice became soft and sad once again.
When I sit and think of the days we shared,
Her mind then transported her in a park. It was a beautiful day and she was having picnic with the little girl. Her face was glowing, happy beyond the power of words can convey. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
And the nights you covered before me.
She was laying on her bed with the little girl beside her and she was reading to her from a book. The girl looked back at her with wonder in her eyes and such admiration. She loved her with all her heart. That was for sure.
Every little thing that I ever did, you would stand by me
She then saw herself in an antique store, and the young girl would run happily in the store asking questions about everything. The enthusiasm of a child is always something very endearing.
Every time you'd cry it would take my wind, my heart would break.
The young girl was obviously very sad about something. And she found herself desperately trying to make her feel better. And the more she failed to do so, the more she couldn't breathe.
If I could be strong like you were for me, you are my faith!
Again she saw the young girl try to comfort her and telling her not to worry, before the chorus of the song came once more to a thundering start.
Won't you cure my tragedy! Won't you cure my tragedy!
Don't take her smile away from me, she's broken and I'm far away.
She saw herself talking to the phone, receiving what could only be awful news and then destroying everything in her room crying.
If you made the world a stage for me, then I hope that you can hear me scream.
She then fell to her knees, cursing. Cursing fate, cursing God, cursing herself, cursing anyone and everything for this grave injustice.
I can't take it anymore, I can't feel this anymore, won't you take and give her pain to me, cause my whole life I made mistakes
She then saw the devil himself standing in front of her, extending his hand to her. She stood there for what seemed an eternity and then finally shook it, as the song came to it's heart shattering end.
In the medical facility of the mansion…
Remy lay on the bed of the medical facility once more. He was not peaceful though. In his semi- comatose condition he was twisting and turning and painful screams were heard every time he opened his mouth, that sent shivers down the spine of Hank McCoy, who was sitting there watching him with a sad look on his face.
Won't you cure my tragedy…
To be continued…
Note: The above lyrics are from the song "Cure my tragedy" by Cold. I don't like writing songfics, but I believe that music enhances everything that we experience (reading, playing, working and living in general.). Plus the lyrics could have very well been written for Gambit in my story… :-) More info later on.
Star-of-Chaos – Mercy???!?? Who is Mercy?? (I'm not joking, I really don't know who she is.)
Enchantedlight- I'm glad you liked the previous chapter and I hope you like this one as well. I'm sorry though for not being able to update sooner.
Streetwise Girl- Thanks for the compliments, and yes he is alive. Hope you liked this one as well, as the mystery continues and the end is almost here. :-) Heh heh
Ishandahalf- Something is afoot you say? You're damn right I say… :-) as to what Remy is talking about, well… some clues were thrown in this chapter but the whole story will be revealed in the next couple of chapters.
Leann- Heh… I know the questions are many, but slowly more and more answers will be revealed. Starting from this chapter. Sorry again for not being able to write this sooner.
Chronicles Bailey- Only time will tell whether they'll be together, although right now things don't look so good for them do they??