By: SLWatson
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Marvel, I'm just playing with it for now....
pennyless.
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The world's gonna end in a few minutes. Kinda funny, after all the fighting an'
all the dreamin', some guy shows up an' tells us all that it was wrong. That we
shouldn't be here, an' that we're all part of an impossible timeline, or some
other technical bullshit. Tell ya the honest truth, I still don't buy into it.
Okay, maybe I buy into it a little.
I thought 'bout this other place; this better place. Where ole Poccy isn't in
charge, an' there's real hope that someday the whole world'll be a happy,
peaceful place. A place where kids c'n play an' not be scared, where humans an'
muties get along all nice-like. I thought about this place long b'fore Bishop
ever showed his tatooed mug.
We're done fightin' fer now. Aw, fuck... we're done fightin' fer good. 'Cause in
a few minutes, we're all gonna be nuked to oblivion, an' everything we ever were
ain't gonna even be ash on th' ground. Me, Clarice, Kyle, Mags... all o' us. Not
even a memory.
There's my pup. She's just standin' there, watchin' the sky with that look...
damn, but that's a brave little girl. Always has been. If Bish was right, an'
there is a bright an' happy world out there, then I really hope she has a place
in it. Any reality, any place'd be lucky ta have Clarice. I know we are, an' I
know I am. If not fer her, I don' think there'd have been much hope fer me...
Hell, I wouldn't of even believed in hope. But havin' a kid around does that to
ya.
Kyle's sittin' up on my shoulder, like usual. He ain't scared either. I know he
understands what's gonna happen, but he believes in hope too, so it'll be okay.
Good companion, good listener, good friend. Eh, good pet too. Toss him a raw
hunk o' meat, an' he'll be yer best pal.
Wonder what I'd be like in this new world. Prolly not what I'm like now, but
then, maybe there was somethin' good that came outta all this nightmare. Found a
family, an' a purpose, an' we're all part o' the same team. X-Men...
Not much time now. C'n see all those bombs streakin', real pretty-like. Kinda
reminds me o' shootin' stars. Clarice is walkin' over, an' I guess maybe there
are worse ways ta go, worse things than dyin' with the people ya care most about
real close. I'd say thank you ta whatever Almighty there is, but I quit
believin' in that kinda thing a long time ago.
'Course, when ya have somethin' wonderful, maybe it's not so hard ta believe
after all.
Less'n a minute. There's a new world supposed ta happen, an' then we're gonna be
gone. Makes me sad ta think no one'll ever know what happened here... no one'll
ever know how hard we all fought, an' how much we cared, an' all the little
things like a quiet day with yer family, jus' sittin' in th' sun an'
daydreamin'.
It'll be worth it, though, if there really is somethin' better.
Here's hopin'.
