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I relived Remy’s life.

Remy’s memories are more complex than Bella’s. There are so many details. So much pain, hurt and suffering. But also glimpses of joy.

I was Remy, experienced his first thoughts in the womb, relived the birth. I was the orphan, adopted by the leader of the thieves guild in New Orleans. I was the one trained in the art of thievery. His blood told me his life tale as he had lived them. I somehow knew that this was the truth. The blood couldn’t lie. I relived every moment of his life, but quickly as I knew I could shift through the memories quicker. When I/Remy met Stormy for the first time, I paused and took in the details. I felt Remy’s love and protectiveness for the woman in a little girls body. The wonder and love he felt and the deep bond was still there when she emerged as the beautiful woman. Confident, strong and a Goddess. I felt jealousy against her teammates that claimed her. Yet I followed her, couldn’t leave my Goddess. The memories were filled with battles against all kinds of opponents. Sentinels, mutants and aliens. Remy had lived a life so complex it could have been five men’s life stories. There were three women that always was in his heart. Belladonna whom he had married, Stormy and Rogue, the southern beauty who’s touch he longed to feel, but seemed impossible. The trial at Antarctic where his secret was revealed left me devastated. The on and off relationship with Rogue was a roller coaster ride. Heaven and hell. I hurried through most of his memories and cherished those of Stormy, lingered there. I felt his resentment against Wolverine. This feral brute that had a place in Stormy’s heart I never could occupy. It came as a chock when Stormy told me she was in love with Logan, and I was almost consumed with jealousy. It was the jealousy and the love I felt for stormy that started the fight. I had threatened Logan, telling him that if he hurt Stormy in any way, I would find a way to cheat that healing power of his, and kill him. We fought in a deadly fight until Stormy intervened. She was beautiful and terrible in her fury. It was hard to accept their union, but I loved her and tried to be happy for her sake. When they announced their engagement and that they were expecting a child, I was the first to congratulate them. My own relationship with Rogue deepened. We got married and like many of our teammates and mutants moved to Genosha trying to build up a semblance to normal life on the island. Rogue learned to control her absorption powers with Jean and the professors help. It had been an mental block that had prevented her to control it, and I was there to lend her my love and support when she fought with herself in the mindscape. Then came the terrible memory of that night.

I woke up by a loud thunderclap. Jerking up in bed feeling the heat in my hand as I unconsciously charged up, feeling for my staff that rested against the wall at the head end of the bed. Violet shimmer lit up the room, and Rogue woke up next to me.
“What’s the matter sugah?” she came instantly alert as the sky outside lit up with flashes of lightening, followed closely by thunder. Rain was pouring heavily. A storm was raging. We went up and looked outside the window. Dark clouds were boiling in the sky. Trees were whipped into frenzy, swaying and bending dangerously.
“Ororo” I whispered. Holding my staff I didn’t listen to Rogue’s shout as I ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out. The winds knocked me off my feet. Ororo and Logan’s house were a few yards from ours, and the fury of the storm was directed at it.
“Hold on sugah” I felt myself being lifted up. Rogue flew me in her arms, braving the hurricane winds. The roof of Ororo’s house was scorched, tattered remains that had given away to nature’s fury. It wasn’t a natural storm. The rain blinded us, but I held on to my wife and she pushed on. Lightening struck in rapid sequences and she had to dodge them, narrowly missing. The few yards felt like thousand of miles. After what seemed like hours we finally could land, amongst the war zone. The scene unfolding was terrifying. Blood covered the walls, the stench of burnt flesh nauseating. Debris from the walls, roof and furniture was scattered everywhere. We couldn’t move, feeling paralyzed as we saw the once beautiful home of our closest friends lie in ruins. Ororo’s plants were trampled on, cut drenched and scorched. Lightening struck and a wall gave away, falling with a sound that almost beat the sound of the deafening thunder. Ororo came flying backwards, slamming onto the floor. Blood gushed from a wound on her chest, no her throat. Her eyes were misted over, energy crackled around her. She held on despite the fatal wound. She saw us, standing there, and then let go of the child in her arms. The child was crying but seemed unharmed as she somehow managed a wind to lift him, to carry him to Rogue. Another lightning struck and we heard a howl of fury. Next, Logan came stumbling, pushing trough debris that had buried him. The sight of him nearly emptied my stomach. His skin was scorched, black and blistered. It healed, but went black again. He was burning. The flesh had been torn from his face, and body, given glimpses of the adamantium clad skeleton. His claws were out and he charged on. Rogue held on to the child and me as the winds picked up in fury, threatening to blast us off. I fought against her hold, to get to my padnat as I came to the horrible realization she was going to die, by the hands of her husband. Wolverine pushed against the winds. As she directed the winds to hold us off, there wasn’t enough strength in her to keep her husband away. I felt myself die when the beast tore down on her. His claws sank into her chest and he howled with a fury that matched the storm. A last lightening seemed to burn the sky and the thunder shook the ground as my love, my friend gave up her final breath





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