THE DEATH OF A DREAM (written 1998)
Summary: Two years ago, all the telepaths were killed during a ferocious battle
with the Shadow King, and now he holds this post-apocalyptic world beneath his
heel. Brother kills brother, friends become enemies and new, unthinkable
alliances are forged. Rogue leads the new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants,
alongside Psylocke and the Shadow King himself, while Gambit finally returns
home to find the X-Men a completely different team and the mansion grounds
filled with graves. Though the story centers around Gambit and Rogue, many of
the X-Men are featured in depth and share their moment in the spotlight.
Continuity: This story would branch off from continuity around issue 77 of the
X-Men, where they fight the Shadow King on the Astral Plane.
Disclaimer: All characters featured in this story belong to Marvel and are used
without permission, EXCEPT; Lasher, Irinee', and Jean-Luc II. They're mine. Any
similarity to persons living, dead, imagined or otherwise is purely a result of
your own paranoid mind :)
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Rogue entered the citadel with tentative steps, every nerve standing on end
with the presence of so much power contained in one place. She had been granted
a special audience this day, a chance to grasp hold of her last dream or die
trying. The sound of echoing footsteps surrounded her as she made her way
through winding halls. Her own, she wondered, or his cronies keeping just out
of sight? It didn't matter, she decided firmly, picking up her pace as she came
closer to her destination of the center chamber. She hesitated on the
threshold, one hand grasping the archway as if it held her fate. And indeed, it
did. This was it, she knew. This was where she would cast her lot in this life.
This is where she would throw away her past and become…what? Something more
than what she was, for certain. For better, for ill? Did it really matter? Did
she have anywhere else to go? No, she knew she didn't. She could never go back
now, it was far too late for repenting.
With a decisive push off the stone archway, she entered the chamber, eyes
straining in the semi-darkness for a glimpse of the man she had come to see.
His features were lost within the shadowy confines of the high throne, but it
didn't matter. She knew that face as well as she knew her own. She had only to
imagine and she could see him, sitting intently upon the throne, one hand
rubbing the curve of his angular jaw in deep thought. Yes, she knew he was
pondering her at this moment, even as she pondered him. It had been so many
years…would she even be allowed a chance to speak?
"Why are you here, child?," came the deep, resonant voice from high above
her, interrupting her thought.
"Because you are the only choice I have left," she responded without
hesitation, almost sagging with relief at the familiar tone of his voice. It
was good to know that something of the man she had cared for still remained.
"And you would choose me only when there is nothing else left for
you?" he asked, with just a hint of ire in his tone.
"Home is the place that when you go there, they have to take you in," she
answered quietly, evading the question but answering it nonetheless.
"And you would call this home?" he asked, and she could almost see
the eloquent gesture of his hand through the air, intimating the citadel around
"Ah would," she said firmly, then paused, continuing in a somewhat more
subdued voice. "Ah came here because ah need your help."
"Hush child, speak no more. We know what you desire." A rustling came
from the blackness above her, a movement of shadow within shadow, and her heart
went cold with fear. That word.. "we"…it told her all she needed to
know. And though she needed him, what he offered, could she stand to see him so
And then there was no time for further thought as he closed in upon her, hands
outstretched. "You wish to have your power under control do you not? You
know we can do this…and you know the price….," he trailed off teasingly,
hesitating just a fraction of an inch from touching her.
"Yes," her voice a bare whisper. "Yes, I will serve you."
"Always and with all your heart?," he asked mockingly, the hint of a cold
smile toying about his lips.
"Yes," she whispered again, bowing her head with the weight of the
admission. "With all my heart, always."
"Then so let it be done, child. A touch here, a tuck there….removing the
blocks which keep your power just beyond your control. We can rearrange your
neural pathways in such a way that you will be able to not only control your
power, but use it in ways you never thought possible." He touched his
hands to her temples as he spoke, causing her to flinch despite her resolve.
A dark chuckle emitted from deep within his throat as he regarded her with bemused
gray-blue eyes. "Come now…are we so terrible? You once longed for our
She bit down on her lower lip, eyes closing in defeat and pain. He spoke only
too truly, she knew. But then, he was no longer the man she had once thought
she loved. She kept her silence, waiting for him to continue his work.
"Very well then, child. Without further pretense, let us commence."
She shuddered as his mind touched hers, almost reeling from the sheer power of
its presence within her. Her heart was suddenly gripped by fear as she realized
that he could simply take her mind and twist it, or blow it into a thousand
tiny atoms. She was completely at his mercy. She almost changed her mind then,
in that instant, but it was far too late for second thoughts.
"Bear with us child," came the voice from far away, somewhere outside the
white hot world of her mind. "This may hurt a little."
The last sound she heard before the blackness claimed her, were her own