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Post by Logan on Jun 9, 2007 22:29:04 GMT -4
Suddenly Logan stopped as his name reached his ears on the wind. He sniffed the air and a startled kind of expression crossed his face. "No," he said in a low whisper as realization dawned on him.
"NO!"
Logan broke into a run, no longer concerned with who saw him or sneaking up on anyone. He turned the corner and felt the cool rain running down his cheeks like soft tears. Though he saw everyone else standing around, he paid them no mind.
Slowly he walked up to her, right past Remy without acknowledgment. He stood above her and looked down. He could hear no heartbeat. Her smell was different now. The rain matted down his hair as he slowly knelt down beside the woman he loved. He hoped he never had to see this day come to pass.
"No," he said in a whisper.
Somehow he'd known he would.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 10, 2007 11:31:58 GMT -4
When Wolverine suddenly appeared on the scene, walking past all of them as if they weren’t there, Gambit took a few steps back from the body and looked on, his resolve softening.
How was this right? How was it right to take one’s love to save his own? What if Storm was right and he was following blindly, a mere pawn in a game much larger than he had imagined?
No, there was no turning back now. It was too late. The only direction to go was forward and the only way to get there was to use this tragic turn of events to his advantage. He could try now to take out the distracted Wolverine, but there was little point in even trying. With the man’s healing factor there was nothing Gambit could do to remove him from the equation. That left one option.
While Logan was focused on his own heartache, the Cajun took a few silent steps backward before turning on his heal and making a mad dash for the mansion, his long coat billowing behind him and several cards in each hand already blazing. It was time to make an entrance. Literally. Once close enough he let them fly, several pinkish glowing trails streaking toward the wall near the entrance where they exploded grandly on impact. A large portion of the outside wall collapsed inward while the ceiling above proceeded to cave in leaving a good sized hole to the inside.
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Post by Logan on Jun 10, 2007 15:23:46 GMT -4
All around him the battles continued. Logan only distantly sensed Remy taking leave. He knelt beside Ororo’s fallen body and gently brushed a strand of white hair out of her face as the rain continued to fall.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had cried. It wasn’t that loss was an unfamiliar feeling to him. He’d faced loss a thousand times. Heartache wasn’t a stranger to Logan either.
Gently he lifted her up into his arms, holding her there. An explosion lit everything up, but Logan scarcely acknowledged it.
Head back he let the rain hit his face. “I’m sorry, ‘Ro...” he said up to the clouds. One last look at her and something went cold inside. Suddenly he didn’t give a crap about playing this Xavier’s way.
Deep inside something felt dead in him. Something called hope.
He lay her down gently on the grass and looked up with glowing white eyes.
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Post by scarletwitch on Jun 10, 2007 17:27:09 GMT -4
Wanda took in a deep breath as she was righted by Gambit. There she stood watching both he and a second man mourn for the woman she had only known well enough to kill.
Even in my vengeance, my father can be at the heart of so much pain.
The thought shot through her mind that perhaps the innocents like Ororo that she had destroyed, twisted, and maimed in the pursuit of her patriarch's suffering made her just as wicked as she claimed her father to be. Then the memories of her own heartache, her mother's sacrifice, and her brother's lonely wandering by her side as mere children obliterated those wandering thoughts.
She watched as Gambit ran head long towards the building, destroying more of its broken shell with his cards. Wanda only walked. The strain from what had ultimately caused Storm's fall mixed with her wardrobe did not allow for such hasty movement. Besides--
Best to let the passionate be in the front lines. He'll distract even Daddy long enough for me to return every gift father ever gave me!
Her eyebrows pushed together in her newfound rage. She righted her shoulders and continued her methodical walk towards the mansion and the ultimate location of her parent. Her heels clicked against the ground as a quiet tune to her march while she kept the limp in her limbs to a minimum.
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Post by psylocke on Jun 10, 2007 17:56:52 GMT -4
This was not part of the revenge that Betsy Braddock had in mind. She never wanted any of them dead, only suffering like she had in that burning warehouse. She felt alone, scared, and she was in a good amount of pain. But death is so final, something she never wished on Ororo Munroe. The site of Logan next to her pulled at the assassin's heart long enough for Betsy to close her eyes searching, looking. But she found nothing eminating from the lifeless body, no signs of fear, hatred, or anger. It was a cold feeling that resonated through her veins and gave her a small chill running down her spine. Had she picked the right side to turn to for her revenge? Or had she gone to a place there was no turning back from?
Her legs moved away from the deadness allowing the man who loved the weather witch to mourn in peace. She knew him, and knew this wouldn't settle well once the initial shock bolted through his body. There would be retribution and whether or not Betsy did anything to his beloved Storm, she was still in the mix. Friendships were now severed, probably permanently.
She followed her comrades to the house watching the red and pink blazes exploding with concrete and dry wall inside the mansion. Dust came up with debris scattering making his body disappear inside only seeing the dim light of his blasts. Betsy was ready for about anything and searched the house for residents with her mind, trying to find one. Her eyes flared open as the one who she truly hated for leaving her behind was not responding either. Nothing came from his body, but she knew he was there, but it was faint. You deserve it, she didn't. That made Betsy feel better although her mind began questioning why she was here in the first place and not fighting on the right side.
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Post by Tatiana on Jun 14, 2007 18:24:42 GMT -4
Purity sighed and simply sat down on the grass. She put her head in her hands. It was a necessary evil that the things she was watching were happening. But that didn't make it any easier for her to watch. Her hands itched to go and help, but her head told her it was too late. Watching the others enter the remains of the building made her nervous. It was not a good feeling to be relatively alone, one never knew what could happen. And she relied on having those with fighting skills to be near her.
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