No More Tears

Chapter 2: Perfect Asma appears!!!

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A/N I'm very sorry for the little mistakes I made with my english.. sometimes I simply don't see them.

disclaimer: Asma and the so called Perfect Asma are mine! I wish I owned Marvel and X-Men but I don't! I don't make money on my work.. but please don't use Asma as it's my character!


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Dressed in a pair of blue Jeans and a black tank top, the pink haired woman came into Charles Xavier's office and met Rémy who was already there. Blinking a little bit, the black beauty was welcomed by her friend.


"Welcome m'chère.. we were waitin' for ya."

"Rémy? what are you doing there so early? you didn't sleep? good morning Prof X." The bald man nodded as a welcome and the Cajun answered.

"Not really. Rémy had t'talk to the Prof."

"oh?..(frowning an eyebrown) well.. I don't want to worn you out you know.."

"Everythin's okay Asma. Dunno worry 'bout ol'Rémy. He's doin' fine petite." She nodded not really convinced but Charles drew her attention to him.

"Sit down Asma. we're going to begin." she did as asked and put her hands on her tights.

"What do you want to start with professor?"

"You told me you wanted to talk to Rémy someday.. it's now time for you to have that talk."

The beautiful young woman was really nervous and the prospect of that conversation had her more nervous than she thought she would be. But Charles was right.. Since her arrival, the pink haired mutant always wanted to meet Rémy and have a personnal talk with the Cajun. But her friendship with Marie had her feeling bad with that idea. How could she take Rémy to have some private meeting while her friend couldn't even touch him?? that was scary and not really respectful. Charles had a great idea and she was grateful to him for that.

"hum.. yes.. I thought he would understand me.. he's got the same eyes as I do except for the red that's yellow for me."

"True. ya know they all called me the white devil because of these eyes.. Rémy's eyes were as red as the devil ones could be.. but fer dat Rémy had been chased like a monster.. an animal.."

She felt tears in the corner of her eyes but as she didn't want to cry, Asma tried to shut them down.

"But you've been taken by people.. your family.." He shook his head, looking at her with sadness. She felt her heart beating faster and her body was crushed by his feelings.

"Dat name stayed..sometimes it hurt coz ya think ye're a monster. ya don't wanna keep yer powers.. ya wanna run and ya feel lonely.." he sighed and she let a single tear roll on her cheek.

"Yes.. lonely.. that was how I felt for a very long time.. Always feeling rejected, not at the right place.. that was why I loved the brotherhood.. They gave me a safe place.. A shelter where I was accepted.. well.. it was the truth you know that.. but my eyes.. I hate them.. I'm scared by them.." she admitted. Charles didn't say anything. he was there to listen to his "students", to let them talk about their inner thoughts, feelings and fears.

"Don't Asma! yer eyes are part o'ya! they're beautiful as ya are! they're sweet Asma.. and so alive. we can't stop staring at them and as I have the same eyes, Rémy thinks yers are prettier!"

"NO! (she shakes her head) Red's more beautiful than yellow!"

"It's not about colour m'chère.. it's 'bout what they reflect. mine had seen so much deaths, hatred.. violence, they're not innocent anymore.. they're not alive anymore..Remy's sad.. Rémy's dead."

"NO!!! you're not dead!!! don't talk like that Rémy! I know you've been through a lot but please.. I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry.. that it happened to us.. so sorry that human kind doesn't understand, they're blinded with the wrong feelings.. it was so easy to go to the wrong side.. to be overwhelmed by fear.. hatred.. it takes a lot to stand against the fear Rémy.. and we're strong.. we're strong and alive! that's the life! to fight, never give up.. please Rémy never say that again!!!"

and she cried for real, hiding her face with shame and Rémy held her with his strong arms. Charles didn't say something until he felt the two of them were feeling better.

"how do you feel?"

"I'm fine prof.." answered the pink haired lady.

"feelin' Better wanna keep goin'?" Rémy asked her.

Yes they would! Asma needed to block her fertile imagination and locked all her monsters she had inside. Asma was a mutant with two habilities. she was a telekinesist as Marvel Girl and could move really heavy stuff or bodies if she trained well. the other one was a little bit more complex. She could create monsters (especially those who were on her mind, those she feared, those from her nightmares) and manipulate them as puppets. Unfortunately for Asma, her mind was weak. and there was a risk that the monsters could escape and create themselves. The peak was reached during the nights, when she has dreams or nightmares. once a week, Prof X and Asma met in order to be sure her monsters were locked and fix the mental barrieres that could break at any moments. Each week he invited another fellow x-man to live that session with them and knowing more and more the pink haired lady. It helped a lot in the process of befriending with the x-family.When Rémy and Asma closed their eyes, the soon found themselves inside the girl's mind. they were surrounded by black.

"so.. yer mind is all black Asma?"

"not really... but come with me Rémy, you'll understand why it's almost black."

and she took his hand and guided him through the darkness of her tormented soul. Suddenly big silvery cages appeared and the monsters it had inside and Rémy understood why Asma needed help. The monsters were hideous, strong and very scary. The former thief could see the young woman shaking from head to toe and held her hand.

"Are ya allright chère?"

"w.. well.. (shaking her head) you see.. they're all my nightmares, the monsters I'm afraid of.. the ones that killed people I loved. That's the ugly part of me.. the one I hate.. the one I fear.. I don't control that power.
and that's just scary when night comes. I pray that the mental barriers are strong enough to keep them inside my twisted mind.. I pray that no new monster would show up.."

"ya may be frighten.." He simply stated. What could the cajun say?

"Every day' n' night.. Rémy.. couldn't sleep for years.." she sighed, holding his hand back.

"But we're working on that aren't we my child?" asked Prof X who had projected himself inside her mind. She nodded but a striking hard woman laugh broke the silence. what was that? Rémy saw Asma steeling herself and worried he asked her.

"What is dat noise?"

"she's here.." it was a ghostly whisper.

"Who's here Asma? I thought we had locked all your monsters?" asked a very worried Charles Xavier. She shook her head, almost screaming her fear.

"No.. she's clever! too damn clever! She knows every weakness I have, every fear.. she's so powerful.."

"Do not fear her Asma!! we'll stand against her!" tried Charles to calm the young woman down, but it didn't really work.

"Too.. It's too late!!"

And another hard laugh was heard. It was a scary one and even Rémy who tried to keep smiling was feeling a little bit shaky inside. damnit! it was a real pain in the ass because Asma's power was quite powerful.. as she was the only one able to kill her monsters.. it worked with her will, and she had a quite weak one when it comes to her powers that was why they were all caring and showing her more love than they ever shown to each other. if she felt a little bit insecure, it could be a real nightmare. as the first night she spent at the institute. the three people heard footsteps and there SHE was! Proud! Perfect! Wild! Dangerous and Powerful!! She looked like Asma, aside from the deep black irises-less eyes, her magnificent pink mass of hair waving around her head. She was thinner than Asma, her skin looking smoother and perfect. well that was the word.. she was Perfect! but unlike the sweet Asma, this creature was full of hatred, violence, madness and power that were radiating from her body and made the others uncomfortable. Xavier tried to stop her.

"Who are you? what do you want?"

"I don't want to talk to you old man.. I'm here for Asma" she said in a very beautiful sultry voice.

"Show him some respect!" said a very shaky Asma.

"I only respect myself girl.. (walking in a mankiller motion) only myself."

"I ... I can't allow you to be disrepectful to the professor.."

"And so what? (standing a few inches from Asma and Rémy) this man had put my brothers in cages! he'd put them in cages or killed them with YOUR help! you're a MURDERER!" she screamed!

"but.. but you're not even alive!" tried to counter the poor woman who wanted to die.. it was quite that.. she could have dead from her fear.

"you're WRONG! I am alive!" she angrily spat to her.

"but ya don't even have a name." countered Rémy who wanted to help his friend. but it wasn't the good thing to say because the creature got angrier and as long as she was talking a great pressure was put on the three of them.

"SHUT UP! I do have a name! how does it feel Asma to see how much better than you I can be? all that hatred you've kept for human kind, all that bloodthirst you hid, that murder needs you have.. all that violence and fear you buried for years.. I'm all that! I'm clever than you, more beautiful than you.. I'm the best.. i'm perfect! they all call me mother.. but you.. call me PERFECT ASMA!! now GET OUT!"

and she pushed them out of Asma's mind. Rémy was still holding the shaking girl who cried when she came back in reality.

"Asma?!! What was that?" asked Charles.

"I.. I don't know.. oh my god.. my god.." Rémy shook his head! fuck! it was a greater danger than he'd ever thought it could be, others needed to be told. Charles held her hands.

"I'm staying with you and lock your mind for a while ok?" she nodded, completely lost in her shock.

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Wolverine was training at the danger room. cut! slice! cut! fuck! Asma! fuck!! mate!! his beast was roaring inside. the pink haired lady was filling his mind in ways he didn't know she could. while he was cutting his "virtual opponments"' Wolverine was thinking. her body.. he'd seen it many times but it always had the same effects on him. fuck Asma!! so fucking good! yes she was! it took him all he had to stay steady and not just kidnapp her in order to ravage her body. and it was worse when she wore sexy outfits. he always went crazy and ran away in order to cool down. but that was the main problem.. he couldn't cool down whenever she was around or when he was thinking about her. how could he? Wolverine snorted and growled! hitting and slincing harder! faster! the feral mutant had to train harder and harder to forget about her. he lost himself in his daily training that became 5 a day.. since a cold shower couldn't help him not to be hard when thinking about her.

Asma was all he wanted! all he needed, the mighty Wolverine knew that but this statement didn't work for him. how could he depend so much on her? the black haired mutant growled to the Great Lord! if that was another nasty trick, he would surely definitely go crazy. but his instincts never betrayed him. and they told him Asma was his mate! strong enough to be able to protect herself yet fragile inside, sweet, funny, nice.. so proud and protective over others. Asma was complex and what he liked most about her was sigh.. the fact she didn't fear him as she so fiercely told him.. the fact she could understand his feral nature as she got one too! the fact she was complex and never ceased to amaze him.

so what was fucking wrong? her smell to begin with. underneath the sweet mix of fresh grass and ground.. that girl still had Sabertooth smell on her delicate skin. how fucking bad!! he couldn't help but feeling wild and bloodthirsty when he smelled her. Anger and hatred took control of him! that was fucking insane! After all she'd been HIS lover, so that was quite her fault! yes! Err.. no!! what the hell was wrong with him? she'd been raped by her lover! .. at this thought, Logan went berserk.

That new.. it shocked him.. well, he knew it was Creed favourite activity.. but.. to his own lover? how could that dog be able to do that? to destroy the only positive thing that happened in his life? that just was completely horrible and insane! and Logan had to admit he was afraid of doing the same to her. not raping her.. but hurting her! he could be very violent when he was having nightmares.. or when he was angry and the feral mutant didn't want to hurt her.. he'd done so with Marie.. and it was a disgusting feeling. Roooar! what a very strange situation.. and on top of that, Logan feared that she indeed was afraid of him.. of his kind.. because of what this bastard did to her.. that she misbelieved things.. that she didn't love him but wanted to ease her pain going with him.. yes he was afraid.

Fuck! the girl only wanted to have someone else smell on her.. to have someone who cares about her.. and she was obviously waiting for Logan to make the first move.; well the last in fact as she did the first step!

"Hey little one.. you seem so lost in your thoughts" said a cheerful Colossus.

"trainin' (standing) how're ya doin' Ruskie?" He welcomed his friend with a gentle smirk.

"wanted to train too.. let's do that together would you?" He offered to his dearest friend who nodded but took his towel to wipe the sweat and rest a little.

they didn't say much but Colossus ended asking a question.

"what are you thinking about my friend if not Asma?"

".. What the hell gave ya the thought I was thinkin' bout her?"

"Because there's no reason to have you training that much tovarish!" answered a very calm Piotr.

"humpf... yer right.. there's still somethin' I don't get." he admitted.

"let's make it simple, I'll ask you one or two questions and you'll try to figure it out ok?" the mighty wolverine nodded his head.

"I'll go straight to the point! do you love her?"

"After five months? ya crazy? ya must be kiddin' me!" he angrily spat! feeling blood rushing through his veins and picturing him as a school-girl enamoured with the quaterback. he was a jerk!!!

"love doesn't wait!" calmly said the russian boy and he was so damn right! Logan growled and the steely young man decided to play things a little bit different.

"well.. you don't like her?"

"of course I do!" answered, an eyebrown frowned not knowing wherever Colossus wanted to lead him.

"like a sister?" he grinned.

"ya don't lust after ya sis" answered the wolverine with a wolfish grin.

"oh it's not a secret that there's a sexual.. (blushing) tension between the two of you.. so you like her like a woman.. any average woman?"

"c'mon.. y'know Asma's not the average woman.. she's.. special to me" He admitted.

"how much? do you feel the same kind of connection?" but Logan was loosing his temper and he angrily asked.

"Why are ya playin' that game Ruskie?"

"Why don't you want to answer the question my friend?" shot back the taller one.

there was a big silence. Logan searching for the answer and Colossus waiting for it. finally, the Canadian gave up and admitted again.

"Her smell. (sighing) that disturbs me.."

"why my friend?" asked a very concerned Piotr who put his large hand on his friend's shoulder.

"because it's makin' me crazy! Creed.. she still have his smell on her lovely one! when I sniff that.. I only want to gut something or someone.. I'm about goin' berserk and I don't wanna harm her.. b'sides.. I'm not sure she would handle that feral side o'me.. as.. afta.. what happened t'her.. she's so fuckin' fragile boy.. and have been through a lot o'troubles.. but her mind's in a mess.. mine too..she doesn't need me.. i'll break her.."

"excuses my friend! you're afraid because you love her.. and who cares if it's only since 5 months.. you're in love!!"

"Wow! easy boy! you're too passionate! let's train! we've talked enough!" He angrily spat because he knew Colossus was right.

"Geez! I guess you're right!" answered the Russian boy while positionning himself.

"never said you were wrong.."

And they trained with all their souls.

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the next chapter would be more dynamic! I hope you like that story!!! thanks for the review!