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"So what? Gambit did something horrible. That is no
excuse to leave him in Antarctica!" Storm yelled as the
rain thundered out of the relatively cloudless sky. Only a
few moments ago, the sun had been shining and birds had been
singing and the world had been quiet. But that was a few moments
"Storm ya don't understand, he betrayed us all!"
The striped-haired woman coldly replied as she threw her arms
about in a frantic attempt to explain why she had done the
unthinkable...why she had left the man that was madly in love
with her to die in the bitter cold of the world's southern
"Like you betrayed us with the Brotherhood, or I with
the Shadow King?" Lightning bolted down from the sky,
wandering like a lost child until it hit the grass-covered
ground, sending soil and stones up in all four directions
as the wind rider frustratedly paced.
From the sunlit corner of the kitchen stood a man whose wings
were composed of the purest, whitest feathers that reflected
the sun's light. He looked like one of God's messengers, who
could see the beauty of the light, hear music in the sunset,
and never judged a man by his actions but by his soul. "He
created the Marauders! He deserves to die a million deaths!"
He only looked like one.
"He didn't create the Marauders. Sinister did and there's
a good chance that even if Gambit hadn't been involved, the
massacre would have happened anyway." Jean Grey-Summers
made a valid point as she walked over to where Storm now paced.
The action itself made a statement, but many did not hear
it being made.
"How could you say that Jean? Gambit was a focal point
and without him, nothing would have happened," Scott
said as he looked up at his wife. Never liking the man in
question and always thinking that he was no good, the idea
that he was involved in the slaughter of innocent people wasn't
hard to believe. It wasn't hard for him to believe that he
was unremorseful killer.
Until this moment Scott and Jean had agreed on almost everything
that wasn't trivial. Until this moment they were the perfect
married couple. That was until this moment.
Jean could not believe that Remy was a cold-hearted killer.
She did not believe that he even had a major impact on the
outcome. "Scott, Sinister is pure evil! That is why he's
called Sinister and if he wanted the Morlocks dead then the
Morlocks would be dead with or without Gambit!"
"But Jean...." He could not believe what his beloved
wife was saying.
"Sit down and shut up, Scott!"
From the shadows came a southern accent. The one person in
the northern hemisphere who maybe knew what the truth was,
kept her eyes closed to it. Her mind was made up by the bitter
winds and fallen rubble. "He knew what he was doing,
he knew people were going to die and that's why Ah left him
there." Her words cut the very air.
Her grim presence and her grim words were rebuked. "Rogue,
last time I checked you are not leader of this team nor responsible
for any significant or substantial decisions such as leaving
another X-Man to die." Usually quite happy, the situation
had turned the rather happy go lucky blue doctor into a rather
glum but optimistic debater who was the only impartial witness
to any of this, " And I truly believe that you were emotional
unstable at the moment and that is what affected your judgment
not the fact Gambit was involved in a massacre. Besides we
all have shaded pasts. You with the Brotherhood, Wolverine
with Department H, Jean with the dark Phoenix, Warren with
Apocalypse, Storm with the Shadow King, Joseph with...well...himself.
We all have the proverbial 'skeletons in the closet.' "
"But our pasts have never cost us life and limb! Gambit,
that bastard, cost me my wings! Remember?" Implored Angel,
his words were filled with self-pity and hatred.
"Whoa!!!! Back that train right back up," Jubilee
shouted getting up from the couch. She had finally had enough
of one of her buddies being bad-mouthed,"When have like
anyone's shaded past not bit us in the butt?"
"Jubilee is right," Jean began again, "When
I was turned into the dark Phoenix I almost drove Scott insane
and then you all had to do battle with me. That was life and
"Jean that was different!" Scott said with the
look of a wounded puppy-dog, defending Jean from herself.
But Jean didn't want to be defended. "Scott I thought
I told you to sit down and shut up."
Some birds still sang, much like hope... but the rain stilled
pounded making the birds' song impossible to hear...and lightning
still struck, out-thundering the rain...and the X-Men still
argued drowning everything out.
Jubilee pushed up her sleeves and used something that went
relatively unused in this house and/or conversation. Logic.
"And plus like of what we heard, Gambit grouped the Marauders
together not knowing what they were going to do, led them
through a tunnel, opened a door, let them in and when he like
figured out that they were killing people, he tried to save
the Morlocks, got out with one and nearly died trying to stop
the Massacre! Yup! That sure sounds like a total monster!"
"He is." Rogue's emerald green eyes looked up in
a cold stare and looking into them Storm could see Remy being
left in the snow. She could see the hopelessness on his face
and his heart braking. She could see him standing in the snow
shivering because of the cold and crying because of Rogue
leaving him behind. She could see the tears freezing before
they fell from his face.
With a blink the imaged changed. Gambit's body lied in the
snow. His skin was blue and frost bitten. He laid face first
and the snow blew over him making a shallow grave.
He was dead, Rogue killed him and Storm had just had enough.
"Rogue just do like Scott and be quiet, your voice is
beginning to annoy me! Just because something does not turnout
as expected does not give you the right to let a man freeze
Much like a child Rogue responded, "Ya can't talk to
me like that!"
There was lightning in Storm's eyes at that moment and Wolverine
had caught notice of it. The Canadian wasn't afraid of much...bears,
wolves, intergalactic warlords but the look on Storm's face...that
he was afraid of.
He had to stop this...and stop it quick. Storm could kill
Rogue and she was in the mind state to do so. "C'mon
Rogue maybe we should...leave Storm alone." Turning around
he looked at the wind rider and whispered, "Don't hit
her with lightning, she's a sick, sick woman." Storm
smiled a little at the remark.
Jean, just as quickly as Wolverine stopped one problem, nipped
another in the bud herself. "Joseph close your mouth,
you're not allowed to say anything about this!"
Before Jean could explain Jubilee butted in. "Because
you're Magneto, master of magnetism, nightmare to all who
hold this dream dear! Duh!"
Meanwhile Storm's mind was decided as she took one last look
outside the window. She wasn't going to stand by and do nothing,
she was going to do what was right. "I am going after
him. I will not let my friend die because...of...that...witch
leaving him in Antarctica."
"Don't go, he's probably already dead!" Rogue's
words were still cold and they still cut the air like a sword
yet there was something strange in her voice as she spoke.
It wasn't there in the beginning of the conversation but it
was there now. Her words weren't as cold as before, it might
have been because of guilt...or love. "No one could survive
that cold without a coat nonetheless without a shirt!"
Storm did not hear that change, she had made up her mind
about Rogue. Rogue was a heartless beast that lacked a soul.
Storm wheeled around and looked at Rogue for the last time
and told her, "Rogue, you better hope he is alive because
his fate is yours!"
"But he deserves to die!" Angel was Rogue's only
defense yet it wasn't enough.
Coldly, Storm turned to him and scowled, "And it might
be yours as well, Warren."
Her white hair whipped around her as she lifted off the ground.
Her only thought was getting to Antarctica in time and finding
Remy. Storm silently prayed that her friend was still alive,
she silently prayed that she would be able to find him quickly
so she could bring him home, and she silently prayed that
Rogue would regain her soul.
With little thought Jubilee rushed over to the departing
weather goddess. Remy was Jubilee's friend too and thinking
of him as an ice icicle was saddening. They had some good
times together, especially tricking Iceman and scaring the
Professor to death. She didn't want him to die. She knew that
she wouldn't be allowed to go the Antarctica to get him but
still she wanted to help.
She placed her hand upon Storm's shoulder and Storm quickly
turned around. Jubilee took her jacket off and said, "Here...take
Storm was quite confused at the teenager's words and replied,
"I will not get cold in Antarctica Jubilee, my powers
would not permit that."
Jubilee whispered, "You might not get cold but Gambit
Taking the yellow jacket, Storm nodded in gratitude and flew
from the house beginning her journey.
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