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In the midst of the battle, Death surveyed the carnage around him. These so-called heroes, battling his fellow horsemen, strangers in his sight, but somehow familiar. As if he knew them in another lifetime. The cold black blood that ran through his veins spoke to him, telling him these people meant nothing to him save for the end of a mission.
“Kill them, kill them all,” the voice in his head hissed. So he proceeded to loose deadly gas from his outstretched hands. His kinetic nature fueling the forward motion towards his targets. One by one, they fell. Not dead, but dangerously close.
Until the one with the bright green eyes and striped hair stepped up to him. Something about her stopped him. The voices continued their bombardment of his mind. “Kill her. Kill her now,” they repeated. He shook his head, trying to focus on the girl.
“Remy, Ah know you're in there. Come back to me.” Her hand lifted, beckoning him to reach out. She stepped towards him, slowly so as not to draw his ire. Why was he drawn towards her?
“Never mind this woman. You don’t know her. She’s a gnat, a nuisance to squash. Master wants her dead. Kill her,” the voices once again reminded him.
“Who are you that I should come. You are nothing,” he spat. Though he claimed no knowledge of her, something in him still denied the fact that she was unknown to him. The voices in his head raged against any recognition; his blood tried to cover any knowledge of her. Death took two large steps towards her, quickly and strongly backhanding her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground several feet away. “Foolish girl.” Derision dripped from his words. His voice carried the slight accent of his former self, but was soaked with grit and menace.
“ Keep going,” the voices snarled. “She’s not dead yet.”
Why did this feel wrong? And why did he care? He watched as she struggled to stand. Curiosity hidden by a sneer of disgust.
A tear formed in her eyes as the green-eyed girl slowly stood and made her way back, standing before him with slightly less confidence. Blood dripped from her nose, and her voice trembled slightly. “ Ah know you can hear me, Remy. You know who Ah am. You can feel it.”
Death's eyes narrowed as he took a second to examine her. Searching for some glint of truth. Truth buried beneath the voices that blocked his memory. Truth whisked away by the poisoned blood that circulated through his body.
“Feel what?” the rushing blood in his ears seemed to say. “ You don’t feel a thing. This girl means nothing. Kill her. Kill her now,” echoed the blood.
“I can’t feel you, girl.”
She reached out her hand once again and dared to place it in the center of his chest. “Yes, Remy, you can. Right here. In your heart, in your soul. Let it out, Remy. Come back to me.” She drew even closer and lay her head on his chest. A tear rolled down her cheek and onto his chest, soaking through his clothes. “ Ah love you, Remy, Ah always have,” she whispered so only he could hear. “Please come back.”
Startled by her actions, Death stood motionless, his racing, confused thoughts turning inward. Why would this girl dare to take such an action? The voices warred with the blood for control of his mind as they both denied any connection to the stripe-haired girl. Who was this girl who demanded attention? Demanded recognition. Truth seeped from the edges of his mind. The voices were not strong enough to overcome the feelings surging forth in his heart. Little by little, recollections of her squeezed through, and then a great flood of memories burst forth of this green-eyed girl. This woman, Rogue, whom he… loved? Yes, with all his heart!
“Noooo!! Kill her! She's a gnat! She’s a mission! Fulfill your mission!!!” the voices screamed.
Death, hands over his ears, twisting his body as he mentally pushed the voices to the back of his mind. Silencing them with a subconscious shove. Straightening, the voices finally quieted, he peered at the green-eyed girl.
“Rogue?” He questioned softly. “Chere?”
“Remy! You came back to me!” A fresh burst of tears came flooding down her face, washing away the battle grime. Relief, happiness, and wonder all mixed into one.
He sighed as the struggle came to an end.“ Mon amour, I'll always come back to you.”