A/N: Thank you all so much for all of your reviews. This is the finale chapter to this supposed one-shot that I have been doing. This finale piece will be in Jubilee's view since (in my version) she was the good friend of both parties involved. I hope you all enjoy and will leave wonderful reviews in return.
"It's over," the voice behind me whispered in disbelief, "it's all over."
I couldn't believe what he was telling me. I didn't want to believe it as I turned to stare at the man behind me. Shock rippled through my body in a wave that nearly left me catatonic. It couldn't be over, could it?
"No," I whispered back to him with a sharp shake of my head. "No."
Tears threatened to slip unnoticed behind my brown-near-black eyes as they surveyed the room. Nothing seemed to have been disturbed at all accept the slowly browning pool of cherry apple blood as it dried unhurried in the evening night air.
"It's time to go kid," Logan said as we both starred dejectedly down at the floor.
I didn't listen to him as I continued to stand rigid in my place. This room that had once held so many memories for me now held only the faint stench of death and of cigarette smoke. A lingering sign of what happens when a love so pure and innocent gets destroyed by the power and ambition of man.
"Come on yellow it's time to go before the rest of the mob squad comes back a knockin' on our door," Logan called out to me, yet I was still unable to move from my position.
"It can't be over," I mumbled out again as I bent down towards the drying puddle of blood. "He wouldn't have gone down without a fight; he never goes down without a fight."
"Maybe," Logan began as he too kneeled down beside me as I allowed the tips of my fingers to graze over the still wet, sticky blood. "Maybe he didn't want to fight for this one kid." I let out a rugged sigh at that as I waited for him to continue his explanation. "I know if it was me I wouldn't want to fight for it all either."
"Then where are they Logan?" I asked near hysterics as I continued to scrape the bloody surface of the floor.
"I…I don't know kid," He answered honestly with a shake of his long mane.
I didn't say anything after that. There really wasn't anything left to say as I allowed my fingers to brush gently over the only thing that connected my dear friends to this world or to any world for that matter. The stark white of the playing cards contrasted beautifully against their blood splattered edges, A King of Hearts that lay symbolically next to his Queen spoke more than anything I could ever say about the devilish pair.
A grin twitched at the side of my mouth as I pulled the pair of cards out from underneath their bloody depths. The yellow gloves I wore became stained with the blood of my friends-my teachers as I looked hopefully at them.
"No Logan," I whispered harshly with another shake of my head as I felt the blood run down my gloves and eventually down my jacket sleeves, the King and Queen of Hearts crumbling in my grip. "It's not over yet, this is all just the beginning."
"How do you know?" He asked me as he grabbed me up by my yellow-clad arm. My hand never lost their tight grip on the two playing cards.
"Because," I said with a smile as large as the state of California, "they volunteered."
A/N: BANG! Done! Hope ya'll liked it. Sorry it was so super short. But I am not one to linger on things of this nature. Makes you wonder though…if they never found the bodies of Rogue and Gambit what happened to them???? Good question. Not going to answer it unless I get a million reviews. Oh by the way, it's done by pressing that little green button below this annoying authors note. Have a nice day.