The Lord Is My Shepherd
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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
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Adult +
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3
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2,202
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6
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Wrath
Logan looked down at Remy's dead body and he let out a primal scream. "Nooooo!" he yelled out, memories of Rose flooding back. Both died in his arms. This time though...this time he'd get his revenge.
He'd make those people who killed the man that he loved. Pay with their own lives. An eye for an eye.
Tears ran down his face and he could have sworn he heard Remy whisper...yet when he looked down and wept, Remy's eyes were open, light faded, his lips not moving, his heart...not beating. So still his Remy. Almost as if he were asleep. Peaceful and beautiful were it not for the blood still seeping from his mouth and the fatal wound.
Time stood still for Logan. The gunblasts, the smell of blood and powder...everything just disapeared. Everything and everyone was gone...except for himself and Remy. It was as if the dead man's voice was floating on a soft gentle breeze...caressing him and comforting him. Telling him that everything was okay.
Logan closed his eyes and sniffed, trying to hold back the tears even as everything sped back up to him. Hank lifted Remy's body and was yelling at Logan to run. Run like hell.
He did. But instead of running to the Blackbird like everyone was yelling at him to do, he went and ran into the thrall...killing as many of the F.O.H bastards as he could.
The one mutant army caused the army of many to retreat. Logan was soaked with blood and he didn't care. He stalked towards the plane, shaking with rage and loss. He didn't even know who he was anymore.
With Remy, everything had made sense and everything was right with the world...but now? Now he was lost. And he would die without direction.
TBC
He'd make those people who killed the man that he loved. Pay with their own lives. An eye for an eye.
Tears ran down his face and he could have sworn he heard Remy whisper...yet when he looked down and wept, Remy's eyes were open, light faded, his lips not moving, his heart...not beating. So still his Remy. Almost as if he were asleep. Peaceful and beautiful were it not for the blood still seeping from his mouth and the fatal wound.
Time stood still for Logan. The gunblasts, the smell of blood and powder...everything just disapeared. Everything and everyone was gone...except for himself and Remy. It was as if the dead man's voice was floating on a soft gentle breeze...caressing him and comforting him. Telling him that everything was okay.
Logan closed his eyes and sniffed, trying to hold back the tears even as everything sped back up to him. Hank lifted Remy's body and was yelling at Logan to run. Run like hell.
He did. But instead of running to the Blackbird like everyone was yelling at him to do, he went and ran into the thrall...killing as many of the F.O.H bastards as he could.
The one mutant army caused the army of many to retreat. Logan was soaked with blood and he didn't care. He stalked towards the plane, shaking with rage and loss. He didn't even know who he was anymore.
With Remy, everything had made sense and everything was right with the world...but now? Now he was lost. And he would die without direction.
TBC