Summary: Again. I have no life... Well I do, but the people in it suck... So, yea. Now all of you will suffer my incredibly dark humored, angsty, angsty, but funny story! Mwhahahahahaha..

Disclamier:Well, I could lie and say you all owe me alot of money for the usage of my characters. But that would be a lie and my shrink told me that wasn't nice... Screw it! Give me all your cash! lawyers come out of nowhere cowers just kidding! I swear! they leave close one...

Join Me in Death

Rogue stopped in suprise at a familar ryhme in a song. In the middle of New York city listening to the sounds of traffic as she walked along with Logan's belongings in her purse. The streets pulsated with life and she kept her arms close to her, even with her arms mostly covered she felt naked in the middle of a crowd. She felt a pang of regret for not asking someone to come along with her to ease her discomfort, but like most feelings of regrets it was useless. She shifted the purse a bit and decided to make the most of it. SHe didn't want to have the need for company in a crowd when all she wanted to do was buy a sweet pair of leather pants at INTI.

These were the thoughts swimming through Rogue's jumbled mind as she heard the ryhme:

When I was A beggar boy

And lived in a cellar damp

i had not a friend or toy

The voice was pure and confident, but she couldn't see where it was coming from, others obviously heard it as well, she could tell as they all casted accusing looks at each other. Confused and dazed by the voice with a shake and a dominance all at once.

But it was all changed by mere chance!

Once I could not sleep in the cold,

and patches they covered my pants,

No I have bags full of gold.

She saw him then, the figure at the edge of the curb, a black hat covering his face and black hair with glints of viloet. A grey pack by his side , a cigg rolled between his two fingers,a black trench coat draped casually on top of hte pack. Rogue didn't know why , but she could feel him smiling. She couldn't see his face but she could feel his smile. A sad smile. Something happy but sad was in his thoughts.

for that was changed by mere chance

Mere chance, mere chance

Mere chance makes us gay

Mere chance makes night day

But whoever she'll choose,

She can also make lose,

Mere chance has her way,

Mere chance.

He finished solemnly and the confusion of the street passed by without a thought. Rogue swept a lose strand of white hair back and edged carefully toward him. He took a drag and stood up, sensing her presence.

" what do you want" he asked without turning around to face her.

Len could see clearly through his dark veil that it was a beautiful young woman. Someone he might have been intreasted in " knowing" but at the momment she wasn't very intreasting to him. he only wanted to find a spot to stay for awhile.

" M.E. Kerr? The Books of Fell? your fate hs already been set;" she qouted and he finished.

" You just lean into it."

Rogue gave a quite laugh. He turned adn gave her a dazzling smile, white, crisp and ready.Still Rogue could sense the hint of sadness there.

" right" she smilled back.

" Wrong" his smile was gone just as quick. " I read the book yeah. But its my mother's."

Rogue's face fell instantly becoming unsure of herself even moren then she had been" Oh."

An akward momment of silence passed before Rogue turned to leave only to be stopped by a rough but gentle squezee on her arm.

" I'm Len. Sorry for my rudeness."

"Your right" Rogue spoke sharply now in embaressment and anger, jerking her arm she walked away.

Len watched her leave, a wicked grin on his face. a sharp, barking, unattractive laugh passed his lips and he received plenty of notice. He only grinned wider with each passing glare and despreate mother pulling their children away.

A song passed his lips again, darker more him song :

This world is a cruel place
and we're here only to lose
so before life tears us apart let
death bless me with you
( A/n Lyrics by him)

Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Won't you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death

And he walked away from that cornor to find a bridge to store himself away for awhile. It felt like rain. Real soon, in the air like a haunting fog.

( New Orleans, Mort éternelle Cemetary) ( A/n Eternal Death)

" Mon Dieu, this is the worst funeral Remy 've eva been to."

" Remy ,Un funèbre est ne pas supposer pour être l'amusement" ( a funeral isn't suppose to be fun.) The dark haired man scolded his younger brother, poking him in the rib.

He poked back, only to have the favor returned once again. This started a small but passionate battle of pokes between tow grown men at a funeral in the rain. Another much older man coughed behind them, causing both to jump slightly. They exchanged annoyed looks and then turned to the man in respect.

" son fils, where is he"

Both of them shook their heads.

The older answered" Don' help dat he only goes where he goes, Lidia taught him that.'

" Qui, your right Henri... Remy, I want you to find him" the man turned motioning them to follow as the other guests began to leave .

A herd of black cows grazing on the soil of death thinking to themselves, not " thats so sad" but a " glad it wasn't me" s .

" Que" Remy cried, causing several cows to turn aroung and glare at him for distrubing the peace. " me permettre d'avoir de la peine!( let me grieve)" quitley he said to his two companions. " assholes every single one of 'em."

They rolled their eyes at him in annoyance.

" You b' like 'em Remy. Only belivin' by simple hasard ( mere chance). Dis' s' a job fo' a Gambit. An' a mutant."

Henri gave a good natured " freak." Remy gave him an " equally" good natured gesture causing Henri to crack up in hysterics.The older man gave them both looks seething with anger.

Remy put his hands up" Fine, Remy do it."

Henri shook his head" Not Remy. Yo' heard Père, it be fo' Gambit.."

He shook his head and began to follow the cows" Whateva'."