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"Talking"

memories

Chapter 6 – Demise

It was half past midnight and Rogue couldn't sleep. After a while she had given up on trying to. She sat up and put on a pair of socks. Rogue walked towards the kitchen in the vane hope of finding something to help her sleep, or at least something to entertain herself.

Unfortunately, half way through her voyage, she bumped into someone; someone that she had come to hate these past months. Rogue had described the person as 'a small package of problems'.

"Watch where you are going!" X-23 roared as she literally pushed Rogue out of the way.

Rogue looked back at her with nothing but hatred. She had suffered with X-23's attitude long enough. This was the day that Rogue would put her in her place. Rogue brushed herself off and followed her determination to teach X-23 an important lesson in life; do not mess with the Rogue.

Rogue was so concentrated on following her that she ended up bumping against her back, failing to notice that she had stopped. She appeared to be sniffing the air with such a serious expression.

X-23 then started walking towards Wanda's room carefully. To Rogue's amazement, she unleashed one of the claws in her hand. She looked a bit confused as she moved. Rogue frowned. In the time that they had spent there, X-23 had avoided to even be in the same room as Wanda. She was very afraid of the angry goth, even if she didn't admit it. Then again, so was everyone else. There was just something frightening about her.

Rogue then watched as X-23 slowly opened the door.

The two girls stood stupid at what was before them. It was as if their brains were working too fast and their bodies, too slow. They knew that they should call for help yet; they just stood and looked at Wanda. She was dressed in a bridle dress, whilst lying in a puddle of blood. They could also see a bloody cliff-hanger. Not able to hold it in Rogue vomited. If it was for the monstrosity in front of her, or the intense smell of blood, she didn't know.

Rogue saw X-23 open her mouth and say something but she couldn't figure out what it was. She couldn't hear anything and her vision was getting blurry. She could feel herself getting weaker. X-23 shook her head at the sight of Wanda bleeding on the floor and Rogue almost passing out. She sighed and ran to wake up Sinister.

"Hey Sinister!" X-23 screamed as she kicked the wooden door open with all her might.

"What!" Sinister demanded as he approached her.

"Wanda has blood spewing from her!" X-23 explained, as she started walking to Wanda's room. Sinister shrugged and went after her.

As soon as they got there, Rogue was sitting with her back against the wall and her head between her knees. Sinister walked by with a frown and ran towards Wanda. He crouched beside her. As he tried to pick her up, she opened her eyes and out of anything she could have done, she chose to smile.

"It's dead! John's child is dead! Is all over now!" she said, continuing to smile.

Rogue's head snapped up. She couldn't believe what she heard. It made her want to gag again. Surely it wasn't the same John she knew, but then again she didn't really know anyone. It was what she learned from Remy.

X-23 was standing at the door. As much as she tried, she couldn't understand what was really going on.The surge of emotion that was occuring held her baffled. She had never seen anything like it. How could a mother do that to her child! She had watched her caress her stomach with so much tenderness and now she had done this. X-23 just didn't get it.

At Magneto's base

Piotr entered the base and just like every other day during the past few months, Remy and John were in their rooms, while Magneto was in his office. Everyone in that place had lost someone they held dear. Piotr did the only thing that made him forget about the awful atmosphere around the base, he went to his room to draw.

It had surprised him how much Magneto actually loved his daughter. The man was crushed, and wounded beyond any possible treatment. Remy had fallen into a profond depression, spending most of his time listening to sad french songs like "Ne me quitte pas" by Jacques Brei and other more peculiar ones that reminded him of Rogue. He would also listen to "Je t'aime moi non plus" by Serge Gainsbourg quite frequently, crying half the time, and yelling at his fiancée the rest of it. Everyone on the base had also gotten very angry at the blonde's presence. She seemed to create animosity everywhere she went. She also tried to drive everyone that Remy held dear away from him using lies and deception. Fortunately it had accomplished nothing.

As for Pyro, he was the one that Piotr feared for the most. The man had entered a catatonic state. He refused to feed, to shower and he even seemed to deprive himself of rest. He had to be forced to do everything. It was as if he didn't want to live anymore, which made Piotr admit that he was wrong when he said that John didn't care for Wanda. All this pain, all this sadness had hit its peak in the last week. John had cut his wrists with his shaving blade. Luckily, he was saved by the same person that held him responsible for the event that cost him to be so incredibly sad; Pietro Maximoff himself.

Magneto's office

Eric Lensherr sat in his black leather chair. His office consisted of a cold silver floor, white walls and ceiling. It had a metal desk and both the chairs infront of it were also black leather. There was also a fireplace and infront of it a table surrounded by black leather couches. All in all, it was simple, cold, but somehow confortable.

Magneto sat in his chair as always thinking about the past, the future and if there was any hope. He often wondered if there was some master plan that required his daughter's life to be taken. However, inside, he felt as if a part of him was missing. He cried as he remembered the only time he had ever felt this bad, it was the time he lost his darling Magda.

"Mister Lensherr, your wife…I'm afraid... she didn't make it."The doctor said with a grim face.

"What?" Eric shouted "She was supposed to give birth."

"There was a problem during the procedure. Her womb wouldn't stop bleeding. We tried... but there was nothing we could do." The doctor said looking at the man that was now sitting on the chair with his head between his knees. His tears flowed like a river, yet that didn't even begin to convey his pain.

"I'm very sorry, but you should know that your children are well. They are in an incubador but, they are well. Would you like to see them?" The doctor asked, in attempt to cheer up the broken man.

"No! I never want to see those monsters! They killed their mother."Eric shouted as his head snapped up, his eyes burning with hatred.

It had been difficult for the three of them. Eric couldn't look at his children without remembering her. It could be a word, an expression, or even a smell. Just like that they were divided and torn apart. He needed to be away. He placed them away to protect them from himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to love them and protect them as a father should. They would be a constant reminder of her. Eric tried to stay away but faith got them back together; the faith of mutant kind. Magda had been denied a proper burial because she was married to a mutant. That was one of his reasons for being so devoted to his cause.

Eric slowly reached to the top drawer of his desk and retrieved his most precious possession and gazed at it. He smirked down at its sight. Good memories were coming to his mind. In his hands he held a metal frame that was divided into two compartments. In one there was a picture of Wanda and Pietro, and in the other was a picture of a beautiful raven haired woman, with dazzling sapphire eyes and a body that in every way resembled Wanda's.

"Now... you have company my darling." Magneto whispered as he looked at the two women that had left him to be in peace.

At the mysterious base

Sinister had just left the operating table and with a grim face, he headed back to his room. He passed X-23 and Rogue on his way outside. X-23 was standing up, her back against the wall, while Rogue sitting on the floor.

"So?" X-23 questioned out loud.

"She created quite the amount of damage, but it worked. The baby is gone, dead." He muttered.

Rogue hugged her kness to her chest and looked up at Sinister. He hadn't finished yet.

"She made a very deep cut into the left side of her uterus, completely tearing it apart. For her to have any children from now on would be difficult."

"Is she ok?" X-23 asked. To her surprise, she was actually worried about the other girl.

"She just shoved a clifthanger up her..." Sinister shouted. Before taking a couple of deep breaths. "Physically, she is recuperating. Mentally, well, it's going to be a long fight to retrieve her sanity."

John's Room

John was curled up beneath the blankets, scratching the bandages that covered his wrists. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He had no idea that he loved her all that much until she was gone. When the news of her death came out, it was as if everything in his life fell apart. He had nothing to live for anymore. He didn't have a girlfriend to support him. Magneto hated his guts and so did Pietro. He didn't even have Amara anymore.

John hurried dialling the number of her cell phone. He needed help. He needed her help. A few seconds later he heard the voice he wanted to hear; Amara's understanding, sweet voice.

"Hello?" he heard her ask. She sounded so broken and hurt. It was then that he realized how much pain he had caused her.

"Hey... it's... John." He stuttered as he desperately tried to swallow his tears.

"John... Johnny... are you ok? I heard what happened to Wanda... I'm so sorry Johnny." Amara spoke as she grabbed the phone with both of her hands.

It was then that he heard Amara fight with someone over the phone. It was a guy. She was shouting for him to leave her alone and let her talk to him, and that she could try and make things right with him. Suddenly all the shouting ended and the voice of a man was heard loud and clear.

"Leave Amara alone! I won't let you use her again only to throw her away! Nor am I going to let her end up like Wanda Maximoff! You won't kill Amara too!"

Then the phone went dead.

Another tear rolled down his cheek. It was all true. He had killed Wanda and his child. The only reason he had called Amara was because he knew that no matter what, she would pat him on the back, forgive him, and take him back. He had nothing else.

He looked at his bed side table. There it was a memory. It was a gift from Wanda, a beautiful scarlet coloured notebook. The cover was pure velvet and it had his name writen inside as if the letter were on fire. Carefully, he took his favorite pen and started writing. Writing a book of love, life, pain and death. It would be called... Demise.

Later on at the mysterious base

Wanda had awoken a few minutes ago, surprised at what she saw. She was inside her room with Rogue and X-23, waiting for her to wake up. Rogue was sleeping in a chair a few steps away. X-23 however, was wide awake, standing with her back against the wall as usual.

"Get me some water would you?" Wanda said, capturing the other girl's attention.

"Sure." X-23 replied, being couth by surprise. Sinister had told her that she would only wake up in the next day due to the sedatives.

"You weren't supposed to have woken up yet." The girl muttered, looking at into Wanda's sapphire eyes. Her expression being one of confusion and something that looked like curiosity mixed with a litle bit of hate.

"Half of me didn't yet." Wanda finally stated as she looked at the lower part of her body "I can't feel anything below my waist."

"It's impressive that you can feel anything at all." X-23 pointed out as she approached the bed and handed her the glass. "You lost a lot of blood. Everyone thought you were going to die."

Wanda smirked

"Evil people don't die easily. Besides... it's not like anyone would miss me."

X-23's expression hardened. She then looked at Rogue as she spoke again. "Leech girl over there would."

She then looked back at Wanda with a slightly cruel smirk "Half the time that took Sinister to patch you up; she spent walking around, and the other half she spent gagging."

"She has a weak stomach." Wanda smiled "People like her shouldn't be around people like us."

"People like her?" X-23 asked with a perked eyebrow.

"Nice people. She acts tough and her powers help to add the effect but the truth is... she is... truly a nice person." Wanda mumbled with a sympathetic smile at the sleeping goth.

"Whatever." X-23 spat, walking back up against the wall.

Wanda drank the water, fully aware that X-23 was watching her every move with a morbid curiosity.

"What?" Wanda demanded as she set down the glass.

"Why?" X-23 replied, the same confused expression on her face.

"Someone told me you were raised, taught not to have emotions right?" Wanda asked calmly.

"Yeah... but what does that have to do with anything!" The girl answered angrily.

Wanda smirked "You see... to you it's difficult understanding it. You don't have emotions so you are led by logic, reason. I...I have emotions."

X-23 looked at the girl with a deep frown. She didn't understand what Wanda was trying to tell her. Wanda decided to continue.

"People say that not having emotions makes you a monster. I'm telling you now, that people that do have emotions are a lot worst. I did what I did, because I knew that no matter what, I would never come to love this child. I couldn't! It could take a day or several years, but it would do something or say something that would remind me of John." Wanda exclaimed, looking down at her stomach. Tears started to fall from her eyes

"He would remind me of his father and I would hate him for it. And to come to this world unwanted is worst than never coming at all, don't you think?" Wanda inquired; her eyes glossy with tear drops that wanted to fall.

X-23 stared at Wanda, trying to absorb her every word. Then, in a matter of seconds, a silent understanding was shared between the two.

At the X-mansion

Kurt has spent the past few months mourning for his sister. It wasn't fair for her to die at such a young age. It was his entire fault. He had come in into their lifes and destroyed everything. Kurt had grown to hate him more than anyone and he wasn't sure that he would ever come to forgive Remy for ruining his life.

Kitty had told him that he should try to move on. That Rogue wouldn't want for him to stop living. Jean had told him the same. Both girls had cried and suffered with the goth's departure, but after a few months it seemed as if they had forgotten all about it. That made him angry.

Logan seemed to have forgotten as well. All he cared about was Ororo lately. At least she hadn't forgotten about Rogue. Had she? No, she still cried and visited her grave regulary. It had been nice of them to build one for her. It was far from the mansion, close to a river. Scott had made a speech about her. It had been emotional, and it turned out that he wasn't so dense after all. That he did realize she liked him. He liked her as well, only not the way she did.

As for the honourable Professor, he had looked for her but as soon as the news of her death came out, he gave up. Kurt had told him that he was sure that she hadn't died. That she was still alive. However, now that Rogue was gone, Kurt felt like he was truly alone for the first time in his life.

In another part of the base

"Must I really do this?" Mr. Sinister asked with pain in his voice.

"Yes!" The voice told him "I believe that we all will benefit from it. Or did you already forget about our agreement?"

"NO!" Sinister yelled.

"Good!" The voice replied, obviously pleased "Now... do what you must. And don't you think about telling her later. The girl is a powerful asset to my cause."

"She won't be pleased if she ever found out." Sinister pointed out, looking the beast straight in the eyes.

"Then be subtle and make sure she never will."

Sinister then turned to leave the room. Before he left, he heard a final warning that put a shill in his heart.

"Essex please do remember that you too have a lot to lose if this doesn't work out."

Later at the Acolytes base

Remy was laying in his room, listening to music holding on to Rogue's favorite pillow. He had broken into the mansion and stolen it. He kept it, religiously keeping it in a box marked 'Chere' under his bed. He had kept everything; movie and concert tickets, photos they had taken of the two of them together, gifts that she had given him, and a bottle of her delicious perfume. Every night he would remove the precious items from the confinement of their sanctuary and go over everything. He couldn't help but to cry desperatly as all the feelings, all the memories and everything they had gone through together was revealed to him again.

Then, like a storm came Belladonna. Not bothering to knock, she made her way inside his room like the many times before. She wasn't sure what she hated more, if it was that she was competing with Rogue, someone that she thought was inferior to her at any level, whether it was beauty, intelligence, bravery, strength or love for Remy. Or it was that even though Rogue was dead, gone, out of her life, she still couldn't make Remy forget about the Southern belle. Either way, she had enough. Her blood was boiling and she had run out of patience.

"Would y' snap out of it! She is dead and buried!" Belladonna exclaimed.

"Why don't y' leave me alone? I told y' a million times dat I don't love you, and dat I never will!" Remy shouted back as he sat up on his bed. Belladonna's face was flushed with anger.

"I don't care what y' said! Remy yuh were never a saint. You know dat as well as I do. You were never faithful, and all yer ot'er girlfriends could actually give y' what yah wanted."

Remy's eyes widened as he realized her words were exactly what Rogue must have thought throughout their relationship and on the night she died. As more tears fell down his eyes, Remy ran to the bathroom telling Belladonna to leave. As the door of the bathroom closed, her eyes were drawn to the box on the floor. She walked towards it, determined to destroy all that was inside of it. She kneeled down and her hands rammed around the many objects. She criticized every picture, making remarks about Rogue's anatomic features.

It was then that she came across a bottle of perfume. She took the lid off and pressed on the switch. A bit of the liquid was vaporised leaving a pleasant scent. An attention commanding yet, soft fragrance filled the air. Belladonna got up with the bottle in hand. She pulled her arm back and much like a baseball player, she was about to throw it against the wall with brutal strength. However, when she was supposed to let go of it, she stopped.

"Remy, Cher, I'm goin' shopping." She yelled at Remy smirking as she set the perfume bottle back were she had found it.

At the brotherhood's boarding house

Everyone in the boarding house had taken Wanda's death rather hardly. They felt incomplete. Wanda might not have been the sweetest girl alive, but she was the solid player, in which they counted on. She never showed any afection for them, yet if they needed any help she was there for them.

Lance had mourned for her and spoken at her funeral. He never realized how deep his affection for her ran. In the time of her stay she had became a dear friend. Toad was crushed and cried for days. Now everyone knew that his supposed love for the goth was true. Even Blob had become quite sad.

The worst had been, by far, Pietro. He had cried for months and blamed himself for everything, from Wanda's brainwashing to the scrapping of her knee when she was five. Then, with no in between, he started going to clubs, coming to the boarding house with different girls and all around having fun. No one could understand how he could go from a quiet like spirit to becoming a real playboy. Everyday was always the same. They would wake up to Pietro saying that it had been fun and the girl making her way out of the boarding house crying and begging for his affection. It never worked. He was drowning his sorrow in the arms and bodies of strangers.

Later at the Acolytes base

Remy was lying in his bed. He had once again fallen asleep crying and wishing to turn back time and to make things right. He had to be with her.

Belladonna made her way to his bed slowly. This had to work. She reached in under his bed for that box. She pulled out the perfume and sprayed it on her neck and wrists. Belladonna adjusted her nightgown and smirked.

'Definitely somet'in' dat whore would wear.' She thought happily, just the thought of being with Remy again filled her soul with content.

It was a black, lace, knee long dress with two spaghetti straps that hugged her chest nicely. She had also gotten a hair cut now it was just below the chin. It was a perfect copy of Rogue's. In the dark room, she did infact look like her, with a few exceptions. Belladonna was a bit more developed than the goth and she was taller as well.

She slowly bent over Remy's body and started to place kisses all over his face. After a few minutes he woke up. The scent of the perfume filled his nostrils. The effect of her hair and everything else helped to create a brutal effect. Remy placed his hands on her arms and flipped her around, placing himself on top of her.

"Yo' back. Back... fer me." Remy whispered as he claimed her mouth with his. "I love you" he added as he felt the person underneath him undress.

That was it for now boys and girls. Now raise your arms those who want to see me dead for that ending. Now, I know that I messed with Magneto's story but... I sort of like the changes. And I will change Sinister's story as well. Anyways... anyone want to guess what Sinister was talking about and who the big villain is? Hope that you enjoy it and WILL review.

Next chapter : A lot of changes will happen... with both the girls and the boys.