Chapter seven-
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It was dark.
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The air was damp.
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And there was a sad feeling.
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It was almost as if the air was sad.
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If the fog was the world crying.
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There was a battle.
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And logan was fighting.
He was fighting with every ounce of his being.
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His claws tore through his enemeys.
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They had no faces.
They were just ghosts.
Memories of wars long gone.
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A bomb exploded.
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And logan ran.
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Logan ran for the mansion.
He was trying to save the students.
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There was a war zone right in their back yard.
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Mustard gas.
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He could feel the burn in his lungs.
And he dropped heavily to the ground.
His body worthless untill his healing factor over came it all.
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He watched the students fall.
They fell like the petals of a cherry blossom tree.
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They floated to the ground so delicately.
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Logan closed his eyes.
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When he opened them he was alone.
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The smell of the charred grass burned his nose.
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He was wearing a suit.
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And now he watched the x-men.
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They were all wearing black.
And walking in a single file line.
They stopped right next to the garden.
Next to Rogues garden.
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She loved that garden.
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While Storm had been one to plant flowers.
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Rogue had planted vegtables.
She had something growing for every season.
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Every day she went out there and tended her plants.
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Most days there was fresh fruits or vegtables from her garden on the kitchen table.
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He remembered the year she grew grapes.
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They never made it to the kitchen table.
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She knew they were his favorite.
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So every day she brought them to him.
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He longed for a fresh grape now.
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He made his way to the garden.
He searched the faces of the other x-men.
Every face he looked into had a sad pained expression.
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Logan looked around.
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that’s when he saw it.
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It was a tombstone.
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Hank spoke now.
“and this day we say our last good byes to Anna, she loved this garden, so we have laid her to rest in the one place she could always be found. Goodbye my friend. I will always remember your smile and your beautiful laugh. You were indeed a southern belle, but you will be remembered best as Our Rogue.”
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Logan fell to his knees.
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His rogue was gone.
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Gone.
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And there was no brining her back.
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He howled.
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And suddenly all the faces turned to him.
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The bitter sadness was gone from each face.
Only anger replaced it.
They all looked at him like he was guilty.
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It was jean who spoke now.
“I told you Logan, but no you just let her die. Watched her wither away and die.”
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He could see the anger behind Jeans eyes.
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He could see what was coming.
He just closed his eyes and waited.
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They attacked.
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Clawing, and scratching.
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They were all just tearing him to pieces.
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He deserved it.
He knew he did.
If he hurt her.
Well then this was only a portion of what he deserved.
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Logan opened his eyes to feel his body healing.
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The night had fallen.
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The moon shifted from behind some clouds.
The moon shone right on that tombstone.
And logan couldn’t do anything but look.
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He was crying again now.
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His tears wetting the soil below his body.
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His body shook as he did nothing but stare.
Stare at the final resting place of his rogue.
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And he was helpless.
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He felt movement underneath him.
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He stood and ran his fingertips over the cold tombstone.
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Cold.
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Just as cold as his heart.
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He should have taken her.
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He should have kept her.
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He knew she was his.
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Yet he threw her away.
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All because of what he deemed right for her.
All for his self proclaimed honor.
All because he thought he didn’t deserve her.
All because he was scared.
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Movement caught his eyes.
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Grape vines had sprouted up from the very ground he had just wet with his tears.
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The vines snaked up his legs and begain to pull him down into the soil.
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And then.
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It was black.
There was nothing.
It was all over.
But he did not find peace.
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