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This Mortal Coil	By : fuzzybluelogic Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just don't think 'bout it, put it
outta your mind. You ain't gonna do no one no good if you get your fool self caught...

Don't think 'bout that look in her
eyes as she hollered at you to git.

Don't think.

Don't think.

Just run.

He struggled to keep breathing as he
jumped – coat fanning out behind him as he cleared the space
between the two rooftops – he had to keep moving. And he
couldn't use the sewers no more. No sewers, no subway tunnels, not
even the woods. If the sun didn't touch it, he couldn't go there.

Heart o' stone....heart o' stone...

Couldn't allow
himself to feel right then. Couldn't let himself think on that he'd
been forced to leave Rogue, knowin' what could become of her, knowin'
that next time he saw her, she'd be a face with a demon lookin' out
them green eyes.

And couldn't think
on who was chasing him.

Both of 'em lost
now.

It started raining
as the thick black clouds rolled in. He could feel her, feel her in
that cold wind. She was toyin' with him, like a cat who caught
herself a mouse. The rules had all changed. Was a time when a mutant
who got turned into one of them, didn't keep their powers. But
now, this was a new kind of monster, one that kept their powers, but
they was just twisted.

He dove over the
side of the building, charging the end of his staff for a little
extra boost as he bounced from wall to wall, finally running across a
cable to land on a pizza parlor.

No use tryin' to
fight one on one, and not...

Not Stormy.

Lord, he couldn't
face her.

Too much.

Jus' too much.

Gambit reached the
ground, the rain soaking him to the bone as he huddled against a
dumpster, trying to catch his breath. He'd sent the call for help
well before – it happened, but had no idea if it got through.
He longed for a smoke to steady his shaking hands, but that would
have to wait. He could see in the sky, Stormy weren't too far behind.

I ain't gonna make it.

He cussed himself
for even thinking that. He had to make it. Had to make it until Bleu
came and fetched him. Rogue deserved that much.

Remy scrubbed his
hand over his face, trying to catch his second wind. Or fifth wind.
It'd been two days since he had any sleep, and ...and it was eatin'
him alive, knowin' what he had to do. To leave Rogue there. With
Summers.

He weren't Cyclops
no more.

Maybe...maybe
Rogue's power would make it impossible for them to infect her.

Maybe.

He squeezed the
collection of symbols that hung from leather strapping from his neck:
a gris-gris, a crucifix, and anything else he could think of
or get his hands on...ain't nothing like this to reaffirm a
body's faith in the Here After.

No time to mourn.

Not now.

Had to run.

Had to get back,
report in.

“I am jus'
too damn old for this...” Remy sank into a crouch, and
then let out a healthy stream of profanity in patois as he turned on
his boot heels and slammed his fist into the side of the dumpster,
again and again...

Until his knuckles
dripped blood, and he was wide eyed and gasping.

Shadows moved.
Shadows moved in away they shouldn't.

Aw, hell.

He dug his bleeding
hand into his coat pocket, spreading the cards between his torn
knuckles as he pulled them out, pushing himself up in one fluid
motion. “Olly, Olly Oxen free.” he called, forcing that
casual grin on his pale face, “Ya'll wantin' to be havin' a bit
a fun? I'm game. Gambit always game.”

“I enjoy
games, Remy.” A voice like silk charged with electricity seem
to come from everywhere at once. “But there's no need for old
friends to fight. I've missed you.”

Heart o' stone...don't feel
nothin'...

More than one
shadow was movin'. She'd brought soldiers.

“Why, I am a
mite flattered, Stormy...that you brought all these folks out here
jus' to fetch little ol' me.”

“I've known
you too long to underestimate you, my friend.”

He couldn't see
her, couldn't see nothin'. Just caught movement out the corner of his
eyes. Hell, he couldn't even count how many of 'em there was.

“Any chance
we can be reasonable? For ol' times sake?” He just kept
talking, eyes scanning the alley, trying to focus in on
anything...anyone.

People used to say
he had the Devil's own luck.

Guess it just ran
out.

The first blow
caught him in the gut, sending him slamming against the brick. Gambit
caught his weight with his foot and kicked off the wall, flipping
over his attacker – some black armored vampire drone –
and landed hard, flicking his wrist at the same time, sending a spray
of glowing playing cards toward the bloodsucker, who was fast –
but not fast enough.

Three of the cards
caught the thing in the face-mask...

The blast took its
head clean off, and Gambit ducked to avoid the hot foul smelling ash
as the vampire disintegrated. But his victory was short lived, he
could see at least a half-dozen of the monsters...and, there, on the
roof top above him, looking as regal as ever she did, was what was
left of Ororo Monroe.

BAMF!

Gambit didn't even
have time to react...before arms wrapped around him and BAMF!

They were gone.
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