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Note: Set after #350. This is what Rogue really should've
done if she meant the word 'unconditionally'...
Midnight found him in a steaming shower stall, jets of soothing
hot water streaming down his naked body. They did anything
but to soothe the turmoil in his heart, his soul. Remy LeBeau
settled wearily onto the wide ledge built into the wall opposite
the shower head, and just sat there, trying to recover from
the nightmare he had just experienced. Not even the luxurious
beauty of his hotel suite could cover the ugliness in him;
this had all been a poor attempt.
The dream replayed itself over and over in his mind whenever
he shut his eyes. The dream, or rather, nightmare, where he
was surrounded by all those whom had ever joined the ranks
of the X-men, pointing their fingers accusingly at him. Leading
the gathering each time would be Rogue, railing at him, telling
him how much she hated him for the vile crime he had committed.
Then the Morlocks would come, their rotting bodies and all,
slowly plummeting him to death. But it was always Rogue, always
her, who would end the ordeal by sprouting the claws of Sabretooth
all of a sudden, then gutting him from stomach to throat.
A sob tore through his throat and his tears sprung forth
to mingle with the flow of water. He was a broken man. All
he had worked towards gone; even the one chance at true love
had slipped through his fingers. No home, no love, no comfort.
Remy felt as if his head were about to burst. Why wouldn't
his heart just stop beating, or his blood stop flowing? He
swallowed another mouthful of vodka, forcing himself to forget.
His body shook with desperate tears as the alcohol clouded
his already numb mind, coaxing him into troubled stupor.
She jerked awake as the cab shook after it went over a huge
bump in the road. The gazed out of the misty window and watched
the tiny flakes of snow drift pass.
"We're in Manhattan now, Miss. Maybe in another half
hour or so, we'll be at the Agee Institute," the cabby
informed his passenger.
"Right. Thank ya," she mumbled.
Rogue didn't rightfully know what she looked to find there
anyway. She just wanted to get away from the X-men, whom she
felt had slightly betrayed her. Storm's accusing look made
all those years of being an X-woman and doing justice seem
so...fruitless. Almost as if they had all tolerated her presence
since she came to Xavier begging for help, because she was
a terrorist, a villain; never truly forgiven for what she
All along she had considered herself the most lonely person
in the world, even during her time with the X-men. Now she
realized that she was wrong. Back then in happier times, she
had the X-men, her foster family...And Remy.
She'd been too busy pining over her curse, overlooking the
good things that she already possessed. But now? Her selfishness
had caused her to lose the man she loved, and her best friend,
Storm, didn't believe her. She didn't know anyone else from
outside the X-men that would welcome her with open arms. She
was truly alone this time, and it hurt so much.
Was this how Remy felt?
"Oh sugar..." she whispered, her voice full of
unshed tears of remorse.
"Bloody hell!!" the cabby exclaimed as he swerved
the vehicle just enough to avoid hitting a man crossing the
road blindly. "Bastards just don't care, do they?!?"
Ignoring the man's cursing, Rogue found herself staring in
disbelief at the dark figure, now walking slowly down the
pavement, towards a hotel. Quickly, she rubbed her sleeve
against the window, clearing the mist and peered out again.
Her heart stopped beating.
"Stop the car! Stop!"
The cabby put on the brakes and turned back to face her.
"What's wrong, Miss?" he questioned.
"Ah...Ah need t'find someone; ah'm be stoppin' off here..."
she slapped the money and left a big tip in the man's hand,
and grabbed her bags. Slowly, she got out of the yellow vehicle
and watched it drive off.
The cars cruised past her as she stood there, as she had
been for the past half hour, the glaring headlights outlining
her lithesome body. It was freezing out in front of the towering
New York Vista hotel, but she hardly felt it, save for the
occasional icy tingle on her windblown cheeks, thanks to her
It was Remy. She just knew it. After stopping off, she had
kept a long distance away, watched as he disappeared into
the front doors of the New York Vista hotel. Right now, all
she wanted to do was to tell Remy how sorry she was, to make
amends, and tell him that she loved him...She knew that now.
But she was slightly afraid at how he might accept this.
Would he be angry, and refuse to pick up the pieces of their
shattered relationship? How could she ever forgive herself,
ever love again if that occurred?
She could've located Remy earlier, weeks ago, but she hadn't
known better then. It was back when she saw everything that
had happened as his fault. Never hers. When her selfishness
and insecurity hindered her from realizing what a hypocrite
she had been. Saying that she loved him but never showing
understanding or sacrificing anything for the man. He had
been willing to change, to risk his life for her. All she
had done was to hurt him by turning her back on him back in
Rogue bit her lip as a silent tear traced a path down her
rosy cheek. Her green eyes took in the lights and structure
of the grand building. Drying her tears, she finally dared
to step into the hotel and approached the counter.
Continued in Chapter
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