Farewell, vain world, I'm going home
My Savior smiles and bids me come
And I don't care to stay here long
Everything felt oddly peaceful. The bed he was lying on was comfortable. The pain in his wounds had sunk to a dull ache. The world was quiet around him, except for the soft hum of the monitors and life support systems clustered around him.
Sweet angels beckon me away
To sing God's praise in endless day
And I don't care to stay here long
Rise up yonder, Christians, away up yonder
Oh yes – my lord
And I don't care to stay here long
Nightcrawler was in the medical wing underneath Professor Xavier's school for Gifted Children. The last battle for good had been particularly rough for him. He hadn't yet regained consciousness, though his brain was still taking in everything it could.
Nightcrawler knew he might not wake up for the next fight.
And though I know I'm bound to die
From grief and pain my soul shall fly
And I don't care to stay here long
Nightcrawler was always ready to go home. Sure, Earth was very nice, what with the friends, and the beauty…but a part of Nightcrawler knew that those would all be in Heaven, too. In tenfold. And there would be no hate; no guns pointed his direction, and no little children screaming when they saw his blue skin or his fangs…though he was rather fond of his tail…
Bright angles then shall take me home
Away to New Jerusalem
And I don't care to stay here long
Rise up yonder, Christians, away up yonder
Oh yes – my lord
And I don't care to stay here long
He heard an alarm go off. He could feel his heart's rhythm slowing down. He slowly felt his muscles relaxing, his body falling into the deepest of sleeps. Ororo was crying next to his bed. There's no need for that: what was it that American General said? Ah, yes, "we meet in Heaven…" So there's no need to cry, meine liebe.
Rise up yonder, Christians, away up yonder
Oh yes – my lord
And I don't care
To stay here
Long…
White light. And peace.
Forgive me if the total of two German words I used in here were incorrect, I just used an online translator. Email me if it's' wrong :-)
Well, I preformed this song in a choir a few months ago and fell in love with it (STOP LAUGHING, JO/MORGAN/BRYANT), especially after singing it to win first-place in a local contest/performance, and I just got the Cold Mountain soundtrack for Christmas and have fallen in love with it again…my real problem was figuring out a character to fit it to. I've been doing all my songfics to Harry Potter characters, but Rowling doesn't incorporate religion into her books that much…so then I went to my next-fav group of fanfiction victims – X-Men! And, come on, Nightcrawler is about as Christian as they get. Well, I do think slicing your skin open every time you sin is a bit harsh – personally, I just slap myself THWAK (see?) – but this would seem to fit him in the spiritual/Christian sort of sense. Tell me if it doesn't in the review section :-)
none of this was an insult to Harry Potter. I just try to stick to the canon, and the canon doesn't have much religion in it…
And why is it that if you preformed something the r comes before the e, but if you go to a performance the e comes before the r? Why must English be so confusing (as my junior-high and highschool grades will attest)? Why must I be asking all these questions? AND WHY, while I'm at the question thing anyway, WHY WAS I BORN SO UGLY? … growls