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Like A Prayer
Published:
14/01/01
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to
Marvel , 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement,
this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Disclaimer: "Like A Prayer" belong to Madonna and whoever
wrote the song and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur
fan fiction, and I make no money of it. The song will not be in the
story but I was inspired by it and the fantastic moving music video to
the song.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the
author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without
permission of the author.
Timeline: Set after the movie. Set years into the future.
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only the movie NOT the book that
goes with it!
Pairing: Scott/Jean, Logan/Rogue, others
Summary: A darker look at tomorrow.
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please. (Use Feedback Button)
Rating: PG-13
Dedicated to: Helene, Julia, Jemi, April and Jaguarita. Thanks for your
kindness and friendship.
Thanks to Christina for the Beta.
Warning: Character death!
*mmmm * is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. " mmmmm
" is spoken out loud.
Part 1:
Voices, shouts and dogs barking. Scott ran pained towards the building.
His pain clouded mind saw only one thing, thought only one thing; in
there he'll be save. He'll be protected. With difficulty he opened the
heavy wood door, blood running from his wound in his right shoulder to
drip onto the handle as he opened it wide and went into the church.
Closing the door behind him, he walked with slow agonizing steps towards
the alter. Only his heavy pained breathing broke the silence of the
church. Reaching the alter he knelt by it and looked up into the eyes of
the statue of the Mother Mary and the small child on her arm. She looked
so peaceful, the child so sweet that he almost cried. But he didn't. He
hadn't cried for years. He had cried when Jean had died, he had cried
when Alex had died, he had cried when the Professor had died. But then
his eyes had run dry. He had had no more tears left for the others. He
had known even as he fought, as he lead his friends into battle, that he
was leading them into certain death, that they couldn't win but he
didn't care. He was beyond caring about his life or anything else. He
only wanted revenge, to unleash all his anger, all his pain at something
real.
Part 2:
He closed his eyes and called Jean's image to him as he remembered her.
Long red hair, green eyes and soft white skin yet it were colours he had
never seen and over the years her image had gotten blurry as had all
certainties in his life. She had been one of the first to be killed, her
powers not strong enough but that hadn't been why she had died. Her
compassion had killed her. A child in danger, a anti-mutant fanatic with
a gun and his world had shattered into a thousand pieces. He had cradled
her in his arms, cried, plead, begged and demanded for her to breathe.
But no one had listened. No one had cared. In the end Logan had had to
force him away from her body when the others had heard the sound of
sirens which meant that the government troops were coming. After her
death all had fallen and he had died then even though he still walked
the earth. Time seemed to lose its meaning as did everything else as a
dream had fallen and the stars had gone into hiding from the pain which
they saw. Images of past deeds ran through Scott's pain clouded mind. He
remembered when he had hold the professor's broken body in his arms, his
tears falling on the man's face like rain. Why? All he had wanted to
know was why? Xavier had tried to make one last desperate action for
peace and they had lost his light. Soon after Eric had followed him to
his grave but not after he had avenged his death as far as he could. He
had been killed in an attack on a government building. And then his
brother..his long lost kid brother, Alex...he and his wife, Lorna, had
tried to stay out of it all, minding their own business. They had come
to them at night, hooded men with torches like a scene out of the civil
war at its worst. They had burned down their home, raped and killed
Lorna and kicked and beaten Alex till he stopped moving and his calls
for his wife had ceased. Scott had found them there, laying on the cold
frozen winter ground outside their house, the new fallen snow making a
blanket for them. He had fallen to his knees and cried his last t
had barely gotten a chance to know him, they had first found each other
a few weeks before and now he was already gone. Lost to him forever.
That night as he buried his brother and sister-in-law in the cold naked
ground, his eyes had frozen and no tears ever escaped his eyes since
then. He recalled Remy, their own master thief that Ororo had let into
her heart. A scoundrel by appearance but a hero by heart. He remembered
how they had found Ororo hanged up in a street lamp and all had broken
down for Remy. He had killed without mercy and his red on black eyes had
shown such an anguish that Scott had felt his broken heart dieing. A
soldier had pointed his weapon at Ororo`s naked and broken body but Remy
had jumped in front of the bullet. It had killed him instantly and Scott
found some comfort in that because he'll have hated knowing what had
happened to Ororo to break her so. More than anything he'll had hated
realising that Ororo had already been dead when they had found her.
Rogue had said that his sacrifice had been in vain but Scott didn't feel
that. He was at peace now. He was with Ororo somewhere where they had
always wanted to be. Somewhere where the sun still shore and love still
lived. He wanted to believe that. He needed to believe that. Logan had
killed Remyīs murderer and Scott had ordered the others to kill as many
soldiers as they could as payback for Remy and Ororo. The time for mercy
and compassion was long gone and all any of them had left was revenge
and so they killed. Covered in blood not their own they had fled the
scene as the resistance had become too great. He remembered Peter
falling beneath fire as he shielded his beloved Kitty from the bullets
which had been made especially for mutants so her phasing couldn't save
her. He remembered watching in horror as Peter fell. He saw out of the
corner of his eye while he broke the neck of a soldier, Kitty running to
Peter even as Scott and the others yelled out a warning. As in slow
motion he saw her fall to her knees besides Peter and crying the t
o let fall long ago. He saw the gun being raised, he saw Kitty looking
with tear filled but unafraid eyes at it but didn't move. Holding
Peter's hand in hers, she closed her eyes and the bullet entered her
breast. She fell and lay still on Peter's chest, never letting go of his
hand even in death. He remembered seeing Rogue fall by a shot in the
back, he remembered the pain and look of fury in Loganīs eyes as he
killed her attackers. He remembered Logan taking her dying body in his
arms. Scott had told him to leave her, they had to. He couldn't carry
her all the way. Logan had shook his head in no and cradled her body to
his chest. Firing behind Logan at the soldiers Scott had urged Logan
forward. He had seen Logan take a hit to the shoulder but still moving
forward, Rogue still cradled in his arms. Scott had urged him to let her
go. She was dying. They couldn't save her. Let her go. Just let her go.
Logan had refused, pain lashed in his voice as he denied her nearing her
death. She would be alright, he vowed. She had to. A shot had hit Logan
in the leg and he had pained moved forward. Scott continued to make
cover fire but they were outnumbered at least 500 to 2. They had no
chance and they knew it. They had been the last. The last three. Scott
had again urged Logan to let Rogue go as a bullet hit him in the
shoulder. A tear formed in Loganīs eye as he still refused. Scott had
watched in horror as a rain of bullets were heading for Logan's back.
Dump her, Scott had desperately urged as he uselessly tried to shot all
the bullets down with his eye blasts. Logan had uttered a pained
"Never" through teeth clashed tight shut against the pain.
When the bullets reached him and entered his back, he still tried to
stand, to drag Rogue with him. A rain of more bullets made him lay
still. Even in death, his body remained her shield as he lay above her,
still honouring his promise of protecting her that he had given long
ago. Scott caught a bullet in the leg and one in his left arm as he ran
to his fallen friends. Both were
knew that she had been killed by that shot to the back. She had
been a death weight in Logan's arms but never in his heart. In his heart
she had always come before anything else.
The firing increased and Scott ran, being forced to leave Rogue and
Logan behind. He caught another bullet in the leg and one came
dangerously close to his heart as he forced himself to run and run until
he reached the church and entered.
Part 3:
The dogs barking were getting louder and so was the noise of
human voices. Scott looked up at the statue of the Virgin. He wanted to
be mad at Her. He wished he could wish Her and Her son had never lived
but he couldn't. Those anti-mutants fanatics and now the government said
they acted in the name of God. That they had every right to hunt mutants
simply because they were born differently. To burn, torture and kill. To
ruin a man's world and destroy a dream. As he looked at the small
child's smile he knew they were wrong. He had been an outcast Himself
and had walked among the weak and poor. He had preached forgiveness and
love above all, never hurt and pain.
Dogs scratching at the church door made Scott turn his head towards it.
He looked back at the statue and wished he hadn't lost his faith long
ago. Wished life hadn't changed him. Wished he could have his innocence
and belief again. But pained and hard years had told him that dreams
always died and wishing was a waste of time. No one listened. No one
cared. Scot closed his eyes and called forth Jean's image. He imagined
her in a golden corn field, her hair flying for the wind. It was a
beautiful warm day without any fears. She'll laugh and take his hand in
hers. Her love would wash over him in the bond which they had shared.
He'll feel her compassion and sympathy, her love and mercy through that
bond as he had once instead of the coldness and darkness her sudden
death had placed in the bond where her loving and warm presence had
always been. He'll hug her close, forgetting all his fears in the warmth
of her embrace. She'll lift her lips to his and for the first time in
years he'll feel love again, he'll feel warm again, he'll feel safe
again. Her lips would be warm and willing, tasting of sugar and honey.
He tasted salt on his tongue and didn't realise it was from his own
eyes. A smile graced his face as the door was broken in and soldiers
came into the church. Seeing the man kneeling by the alter, they raised
their weapons and slowly the last man fell to the floor. His right hand
reached out in front of him, reaching towards the statue of the Maiden
Mary as blood ran from his mouth and wounds onto the floor. He reached
for her in a gesture like a prayer he couldn't say with his lips anymore
but She didn't come to him. He died alone and cold as he had lived for
so many years. As the light left his eyes so did the light leave the
sky. A dream had been killed and so had love. Someone put his broken
body in a cold empty grave where he'll spent the rest of eternity.
Alone. No light would enter and no warm hand would hold his through the
ages. Darkness had been lowered over the land as dreams were lay
to waste.
The End
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