**I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that god’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing**
”Oh, my God! Logan, What happened?”
“Don’t drag that fucking God of yours in to this, Kurt. That bastard has a sick sense of humor!”
“My God, Logan? But He is everybody’s God…”
“Yeah. And he’ll be laughing his ass off when I bite the dust…”
“What happened? You look awful.”
“I went to talk with Marie and she was with Bobby.”
“With Bobby?”
“Not like that, Crawler. Bobby was in her room. I opened the door, the boy got scared and tried to freeze me. Of course I jumped out, and there was Jubilee. Stumbled in to her, and let me tell you… Fourth of July has nothing compared to her…”
“Well, that certainly explains wet clothes and bald spots, but what happened…”
“You mean this?” Logan patted his scorched shoulder.
“Yes. That doesn’t look like…”
“Courtesy of that new guy, Gumbo… Gambit. He thought I had gone nuts and attacked Jubilee. Threw me with a card. Of course I had to make it clear that he was out of line. That’s when Ororo came in. Shit… My toes are still twitching…”
“You’re bleeding.”
“What? You mean my ears? Siryn’s room is next to Marie’s. I guess she got scared of all the ruckus.”
“Is there anybody left who didn’t take a swing at you?”
“You. Jean. Scott. Professor. Most of the youngest kids. But Scott will probably chew my ass of later when he sees the ground zero upstairs…”
Depeche Mode: Blasphemous Rumours
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord
For small mercies
Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine
Summer's day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan takes a first step to rectify his mistakes. Wackiness ahead. Lyrics courtesy of Depeche Mode.