A/N: Well I had intended for this to only be a one shot. But having a small perspective from Remy's point of view is always a nice ending to things.
I loved her.
Her passionate nature, her supple complexion, her talented character were just a few of the reasons why I loved her.
But when she turned to look at me, her eyes no longer sparkled like emerald green jewels. They had become dense and water logged from years of war and pestilence. Her skin seemed so tight and ashen colored as it stretched across her once creamy, soft white features. And there no longer lingered a sense of heat that always seemed to resonate throughout her entire being.
This was not the Marie I will always love; this was Rogue, a woman with no hope for the future. She knew when she came here what would happen. She knew that the moment she walked through my bedroom window what would and wouldn't be again.
"Hello," she said to me with such cool confidence I felt young and foolish all over again.
"Chere," I replied to her. I really didn't know what else to say. So like the bastard I am I immediately fell back on what felt natural to me. But when that simple word left my imprudent lips I could see that it had pulled at the broken pieces of her heart, the small fragments that I had left behind.
"It's been a long time Remy," she said to me with hurt filled eyes and all I wanted to do was walk across the small distance that was between us and wrap my arms around her and whisper to her like I used too.
"Far too long Chere," I reply coolly, hoping she won't see what her being here really means to me. She doesn't know why I did the things that I did. She doesn't know why I turned sides so easily. But if she knew the truth she would hate herself more than she would ever hate me.
"Why are you here?" I ask her already knowing the answer but I just can't help but stare into her beautiful green eyes and wish life wasn't nearly as cruel as it is. And to tell you the truth I really just wanted to see if she is still the woman I left to save all those years ago.
"I came to give you something back. I thought you might need it today," she says solemnly to me and I now know what she means about today. She's here to complete a mission and if I know my Chere, she doesn't leave until the jobs done.
"Qui?" I ask her in surprise. I have no idea on what she could possibly give me. She's given me enough to last three life times I'm sure.
"Here," she says holding it out. I know immediately what it is. It's the queen of hearts card, my number one girl. I can see the frayed edges and tea stained color even in the dark of this room, this prison I call my own.
I don't move and I can't seem to find the words that will convey to her the pain that all of this is causing me. All I can do is just stare at her and that card as she traces the lines of the fading words on it.
"I love you," she says to me and I am surprised once again. It's not past tense or a promise of the future. She loves me, right now in this moment, just like I will always love her.
She continues to trace the words on the card and as she does it, it burns a whole right through my heart. The heart I stole from her to replace the black emptiness that once held mine.
You stole this thief's heart right from under his nose.
I can still remember the day I gave it to her. That was my gesture of undying love for her. I remember she had laughed until she cried. I remember I felt, for the first time, scared of a woman. I was scared that I had indeed fallen madly in love with her and that those words weren't simply just words.
"But I know you don't love me anymore," she continued interrupting my silent musing, "and I know now that I was never enough, I never will be," she paused before continuing on a shaky breath, "and I am sorry I couldn't be whatever it was that you needed me to be."
No
I thought to myself.
She was more than enough and all I wanted to do was run to her and scream at her and tell her how truly wrong she is. She was more than enough for me; she was exactly what I needed, what I needed now and forever. All I wanted to do was tell her that I loved her, now and forever.
She steps away from the card that she carefully laid on one of the many tables in the room and pulls out a laser gun from underneath the bomber jacket I got her the last Christmas we spent together. Her eyes flicker to her watch and I realize she's on a schedule. She doesn't know it, but I already knew about her little plot to help the mutants here escape. It's why I never sounded the alarm when I saw her talking to Logan down in the holding yard. She doesn't know that I know Storm's team is in California killing the other three horsemen. I didn't warn them either that their informant lied. Apparently my reputation and a large amount of European money can buy even Apocalypses information.
"Why Chere?" I ask her with plain curiosity and pain filled eyes. But I know why she's here deep down, I knew the moment she entered the room.
"Because," she says before charging up the laser gun, "I volunteered."
And then the trigger is being pulled and for just a moment all I see is her green eyes as I stare her straight in the face. I don't even try to move out of the way, I just sit there and take it. Apocalypse won't ever let me go. I am too important. This is the only way out for me, the only way out for her as well.
I felt the laser hit my chest long before I actually felt it. It ripped through my body like a knife cutting butter on a hot day. Simple, easy and to the point.
I fall to my knees, unable to fight for the life I never wanted in the first place. She cocks the gun again ready for another shot, a shot to kill. But I don't fight, I don't even move as she approaches me. I don't have to look at her to know that her hand is steady on the trigger.
"Get up," she says in a not so calm voice, it's shaky and I know she's doing her best to not cry.
"Get up," she says again in earnest. But I can't give her what she wants. I won't be the one to put her out of her misery. I won't ruin the only good thing that I ever had in this godforsaken world or life for that matter. I won't.
"No," I say in a low voice.
"What?" She asks confused, her hand slacking on the gun.
"Remy won't fight ya Chere, not over dis, I deserve this," I say to her switching from my normal third person speech to first. There isn't any more time for games. This is the end, the last act of the show.
"You left me to become a horseman!" She yells and I know I deserve every word I know she's about to say, "They killed The Professor, Pyro, Avalanche, and even Jamie Maddox and so many more people. You left me to help kill our friends and family. Your own father and brother died to help us stop you!"
She screamed the last part out and I felt my heart falter a little. I hadn't known about their deaths. I had always believed that they got out; they were probably somewhere in Europe. I never believed for a moment that they could have possibly been killed by the hand of Apocalypse.
"I didn't know," I say weakly almost so low I barely heard myself. I can feel the stickiness of my own blood as it trickles through the open wound and under my clothes.
"Why did you do it Remy, why?" She asks me and I could only think of one answer to give her before my world went dark from the loss of blood.
"Because," I say with a pause, "I volunteered."
A/N: Really did you think I would let Remy end up being the bad guy? Of course not! He's just too awesome to be innately evil. It just goes against everything I believe in. LOL. But I hoped you liked it.
This is a portion that I removed from the end of the last segment that I thought still needed be added.
I think about what I had told to Logan when he first arrived here and we were having one of our card nights. Do I tell her the truth and allow her to spend the rest of her life in misery over what she's about to do? Or do I allow her to believe the biggest lie I ever told? And before I allowed the blood loss too finally over take me I spoke to her in a loud stern voice.
"Because," I say with a pause, "I volunteered."