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"This took how many months??", you say. And so do I. Geez.
A kind of sad little fic. But it has pirate zombies? And the occasional zombie seagull thrown in for good measure.
Title: In memoriam.
Fandom: X-men
Characters: Nightcrawler, Wolverine
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13 for some violence, gore (not too graphic), and heavy themes.
Theme: #13 - we all float on
Disclaimer: Marvel owns them all. Except Sophie.
Kurt gently stroked the wet strands of hair out of the girl's pale face and settled into a quiet prayer. Logan leaned back against a fence and studied the smoke of the factories on the other side of the river, the cars crossing the bridge in the distance and the seagulls circling above.
Then he turned his gaze back to the girl. "Fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Perhaps," Kurt whispered. "You called them?"
Logan nodded. They said no more until the police and an ambulance showed up. Normally, Kurt would have been tense about being scrutinized, but now he just quietly gave the details. His shoulders slumped and his face was drawn.They had just been taking a walk. They had found her floating at the water's edge, wedged in between some tree roots. No, they hadn't seen anyone else around.
The officer kept frowning and Logan started to shift and growl when the second officer put a hand on his colleague's arm in a soothing gesture. He recognized them.
After promising to stay available for further questioning, they were allowed to leave. They walked away somberly and said nothing until they reached the mansion.
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A rotting seagull swept down from the clouds and missed Logan's head by an inch. It made a sweep down towards the approaching undead pirate horde and then turned upwards, to the galleon's masts. Logan made a face at the stench. When Kurt got depressed, his Danger Room scenarios took on a morbid tone.
"Quite a display you got here."
"Danke."
A pile of seagull brains landed with a splat in front of Logan's feet. Above, the bird cawed.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"The Danger Room is not for talking, my friend."
"Still."
Kurt danced between writhing octopus parts on the slippery deck, dispatching of this and slicing off that, rapiers and cutlass flashing in the sunlight.
"What is there to discuss?" he said between parry and thrust. "He giveth and He taketh away."
"Something else there, though, right?" Logan ducked, sliced and shook something jelly-like out of his hair. The bird cawed.
More zombies climbed over the railing, rocking the ship. This batch was heavier, bigger and faster, but just as decayed as the last one. Logan thought that, if not for the smell, he could probably learn to enjoy this.
"Usually, you deal with this kinda shit by praying."
Kurt shook his head and kicked an especially large one in the stomach, sending it skidding across the deck while he vaulted over the poop deck railing to disarm another part of the horde. "No peace," he said as he whirled.
"Mad?"
"Nein. No. I just...that girl is gone."
"That much is clear," Logan muttered as he sliced through a toothless one.
"No. She is GONE," Kurt emphasized. "She will not be cloned by scientists, she will not be brought back by a cosmic force, she-" He stopped himself. "Ach. Never mind."
Logan shot him a look between the two halves of an undead sailor, frowned and went on plowing through the masses, limbs flying in his wake.
"What're you saying, exactly?"
Kurt spun and decapitated three dead pirates at once, then cut through two more. His jaw was set.
"She was the apple of her mother's eye," he spat. "She was her father's little girl. Loved by friends and family, the very center of their universe...but in the end...in the end, their universe was not big enough, was it? Not important enough." His moves grew more violent. "She was not considered worthy of a second chance simply because she did not fit into the...grand big scheme of things. Because she did not have big, fancy powers, did not have the right friends, couldn't make enough of a difference..."
He suddenly realized the battle was over. Zombies lay in pieces spread around the deck. For a second, everything was still, the waves kept rolling against the ship, then they flickered and it all was gone. When Kurt spoke, his voice echoed between the metal walls:
"Meanwhile, Magneto gets to come back. Again and again..."
He studied his blades as though he couldn't believe they were still clean. Then he shook his head and headed for the door.
Logan watched him leave and scratched his head. He started walking towards the exit, frowning. Once outside, he fished up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"Hey. I need a favor."
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A week later, they visited a graveyard at night.
"Should be right around here," Logan said. "Ah. Here."
"Mein Gott. It's beautiful," Kurt whispered.
It was a carefully sculpted black marble statue of a cat, over a golden plaque with the girl's name and a poem.
"'Sophie'," he murmured to himself and added a single white rose in a vase to the flowers and wreaths covering the grave. "Rest well, Sophie." He then turned his eyes back to the cat statue.
"That's quite unusual," he said, nodding at it.
"She loved cats."
Kurt looked at him, puzzled. "You would know this how?"
"I know stuff."
He watched Kurt's expression change from confused to baffled to amazed as he put two and two together. "You...you are behind this??"
"Donor was anonymous, far as I know." He watched Kurt's grin growing wider by the second and shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Guess it was good the family didn't have to pay for the funeral, though,eh? Low-income, apparently."
Kurt's grin was huge and his eyes were starting to glitter in a worrying way. Logan decided it was time to head for a pub before things got a bit too much.
That night, they drank to Sophie.
A kind of sad little fic. But it has pirate zombies? And the occasional zombie seagull thrown in for good measure.
Title: In memoriam.
Fandom: X-men
Characters: Nightcrawler, Wolverine
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13 for some violence, gore (not too graphic), and heavy themes.
Theme: #13 - we all float on
Disclaimer: Marvel owns them all. Except Sophie.
Kurt gently stroked the wet strands of hair out of the girl's pale face and settled into a quiet prayer. Logan leaned back against a fence and studied the smoke of the factories on the other side of the river, the cars crossing the bridge in the distance and the seagulls circling above.
Then he turned his gaze back to the girl. "Fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Perhaps," Kurt whispered. "You called them?"
Logan nodded. They said no more until the police and an ambulance showed up. Normally, Kurt would have been tense about being scrutinized, but now he just quietly gave the details. His shoulders slumped and his face was drawn.They had just been taking a walk. They had found her floating at the water's edge, wedged in between some tree roots. No, they hadn't seen anyone else around.
The officer kept frowning and Logan started to shift and growl when the second officer put a hand on his colleague's arm in a soothing gesture. He recognized them.
After promising to stay available for further questioning, they were allowed to leave. They walked away somberly and said nothing until they reached the mansion.
---------------
A rotting seagull swept down from the clouds and missed Logan's head by an inch. It made a sweep down towards the approaching undead pirate horde and then turned upwards, to the galleon's masts. Logan made a face at the stench. When Kurt got depressed, his Danger Room scenarios took on a morbid tone.
"Quite a display you got here."
"Danke."
A pile of seagull brains landed with a splat in front of Logan's feet. Above, the bird cawed.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"The Danger Room is not for talking, my friend."
"Still."
Kurt danced between writhing octopus parts on the slippery deck, dispatching of this and slicing off that, rapiers and cutlass flashing in the sunlight.
"What is there to discuss?" he said between parry and thrust. "He giveth and He taketh away."
"Something else there, though, right?" Logan ducked, sliced and shook something jelly-like out of his hair. The bird cawed.
More zombies climbed over the railing, rocking the ship. This batch was heavier, bigger and faster, but just as decayed as the last one. Logan thought that, if not for the smell, he could probably learn to enjoy this.
"Usually, you deal with this kinda shit by praying."
Kurt shook his head and kicked an especially large one in the stomach, sending it skidding across the deck while he vaulted over the poop deck railing to disarm another part of the horde. "No peace," he said as he whirled.
"Mad?"
"Nein. No. I just...that girl is gone."
"That much is clear," Logan muttered as he sliced through a toothless one.
"No. She is GONE," Kurt emphasized. "She will not be cloned by scientists, she will not be brought back by a cosmic force, she-" He stopped himself. "Ach. Never mind."
Logan shot him a look between the two halves of an undead sailor, frowned and went on plowing through the masses, limbs flying in his wake.
"What're you saying, exactly?"
Kurt spun and decapitated three dead pirates at once, then cut through two more. His jaw was set.
"She was the apple of her mother's eye," he spat. "She was her father's little girl. Loved by friends and family, the very center of their universe...but in the end...in the end, their universe was not big enough, was it? Not important enough." His moves grew more violent. "She was not considered worthy of a second chance simply because she did not fit into the...grand big scheme of things. Because she did not have big, fancy powers, did not have the right friends, couldn't make enough of a difference..."
He suddenly realized the battle was over. Zombies lay in pieces spread around the deck. For a second, everything was still, the waves kept rolling against the ship, then they flickered and it all was gone. When Kurt spoke, his voice echoed between the metal walls:
"Meanwhile, Magneto gets to come back. Again and again..."
He studied his blades as though he couldn't believe they were still clean. Then he shook his head and headed for the door.
Logan watched him leave and scratched his head. He started walking towards the exit, frowning. Once outside, he fished up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"Hey. I need a favor."
-------
A week later, they visited a graveyard at night.
"Should be right around here," Logan said. "Ah. Here."
"Mein Gott. It's beautiful," Kurt whispered.
It was a carefully sculpted black marble statue of a cat, over a golden plaque with the girl's name and a poem.
"'Sophie'," he murmured to himself and added a single white rose in a vase to the flowers and wreaths covering the grave. "Rest well, Sophie." He then turned his eyes back to the cat statue.
"That's quite unusual," he said, nodding at it.
"She loved cats."
Kurt looked at him, puzzled. "You would know this how?"
"I know stuff."
He watched Kurt's expression change from confused to baffled to amazed as he put two and two together. "You...you are behind this??"
"Donor was anonymous, far as I know." He watched Kurt's grin growing wider by the second and shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Guess it was good the family didn't have to pay for the funeral, though,eh? Low-income, apparently."
Kurt's grin was huge and his eyes were starting to glitter in a worrying way. Logan decided it was time to head for a pub before things got a bit too much.
That night, they drank to Sophie.