Seconds and Centuries

Everything was so cold; his feet, his nose, his fingertips, his heart.

The vast expanse of frozen wasteland spread out for miles in every direction, all around him. He was surrounded by ice and air and his own foggy breaths.

Everything was empty; his stomach, his pockets, his life, his heart.

Everything except for his mind. No matter how much he wished or how long he cried tears that nearly froze before they hit the ground, his mind raced with thoughts.

Time had long since abandoned him. The days never faded to nights and the sun never rose. It was as if seconds had been stretched out to centuries. He was centuries older than he had been when he arrived.

He should be dead, having aged so much, but he was not so lucky. There was a survivor's instinct in his soul, in his gut, in his heart.

He wasn't sure what god he believed in, if he still believed in anything. There were no stars, no clouds, no planets. Just an empty grey sky that spread out for miles in every direction and stretched out for centuries.

For centuries now, he had lived in silence, save for the voice in his mind constantly chattering. There were no birds, no rustling wind. Just his own conscience reminding him a hundred times over that no one was ever coming back for him.

He's used to it by now. He knows he belongs here, in this icy hell. He'll live out his punishment for centuries before dying and turning into the nothingness that surrounds him every waking moment. He's always awake.

Everything was tired; his legs, his eyes, his shoulders, his heart.

He hasn't slept for months, maybe even years. He knows the moment he closes his eyes he'll see her. He'll have to face the angel who dragged him from heaven and deserted him in hell. He should have known not to trust angels.

Now, he's alone. Trapped in a nightmare that has become reality, in a second that has become a century.

And that angel took everything with her when she left him.

Everything he had is gone; his honour, his dreams, his future, his heart.

Author's Note:

This is just a short, simple piece that came to me while I was walking my dogs earlier this evening. I do hope you who are reading managed to enjoy it. If you're confused, this is centered on when the X-Men abandoned Remy in Antarctica (in the comic books). Please review and let me know what you thought. Also, remember I don't own anything from the Marvel universe. Not a single thing. Thanks so much! –Viviene