What Someone is Willing to Give
By: Vainglorious696

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Remy: You!!

Vain: Uh-oh, busted . . .

Remy: You've been cuttin' us out o' de disclaimer!

Vain: *whining* But I had a lot to upload and you guys take up so much time and—

Remy: Oh, so dat's 'ow it's goin' be!

Vain: *still whining* But you're in "For They Shall Be Filled"'s disclaimers . . .

Remy: Damnit girl, I ain't a digimon!!! An' jus' what 'ave ya been writin' wit'out me? *reads part sixteen* I'M WHAT?!! Ya can' be doin' dat! JE SUIS L'ETOILE!!!!

Vain: Um, please R & R. *clutches laptop and flees in terror while yelling behind her:* It's only a story, Rems!

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Part Sixteen

Remy's eyes fluttered open at the noise and frantic emotion invading his senses. He felt the woman's hands grip his arms with a strength born of terror as she rudely yanked him out of the bed and out of sleep, trying desperately to tell him something. Then all movement abruptly stopped and he felt five new presences enter the room, two of which felt vaguely familiar from his abduction in New York.

He opened red on black eyes to stare at the tall man pointing a cocked nine mm pistol to the young woman's head and he felt a sense of déjà vu flood his tired frame. This situation was familiar.

"Why?" the man demanded calmly. "The party's just starting."

Remy watched his would-be savior's face pale as she turned to stare at the pistol, still gripping his arm. "Timothy, please," she whispered pathetically.

Timothy pistol-whipped her.

The young woman tumbled to the floor, her nails tearing at the skin on Remy's arm as she was sent flying. Timothy smiled coldly.

"Sorry, Maddie. It's been real." He raised the gun.

But Remy didn't see that. All he could think of was Maddie. No, not Maddie, never Maddie: Madeleine.

Still smiling, Timothy adjusted the gun, finger tightening on the trigger.

"NON!" Remy's cry shocked everyone into inaction, including the Cajun himself. "Pas encore!"

He didn't mean to, he really didn't, but he just couldn't help it any longer. Memories were welling up too fast for him to process, and he was simply too weak to fight. His shields, all of his shields, collapsed in his mind, and all of his telepathic and empathic powers, so long repressed, tore out of him, leaving him feeling blessedly empty.

Remy crumpled to the ground clutching his head as his own powers ripped themselves out of him to focus on Timothy. He wasn't even aware of the wet popping sound as Timothy's head exploded into a million chunks of gore or Madeleine's scream of terror. He wasn't aware of the four other voices crying out in shock. He wasn't even aware of a sudden presence standing over him and holding the butt of a shotgun high over his head.

All he was aware of was the tremendous pull of everything he that was being pulled out him and the sudden pressure of six billion people's emotions invading his mind. He opened his eyes and saw a man standing above him, straddling his narrow frame, with his face twisted in rage. The angry man held a shotgun in both his upraised hands like a club. Then he began to pull it down in an arch. Right towards Remy's head.

Remy turned his head to the side and found himself looking into Madeleine's eyes. He wanted to smile. He wanted to tell her that everything was fine. He wanted to tell her he knew her and it was all going to be okay now. Madeleine's eyes went round and her mouth made a small "o" shape.

Then there was a wet crunch and blinding pain as the world vanished into red and black.

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Madeleine cried out in anguish as the butt of the shotgun impacted with Remy's skull and bright red blood sprayed through the room. Without thinking, she reached out her mind and pulled.

She didn't hear them scream or see them fall, but she did feel their minds snap and then vanish from the psychic plane. They were all dead.

Choking on her sobs, Maddie drug herself over to Remy's prone form. He was still smiling. With a half-scream, she pushed aside the body of the man who had struck Remy and pulled the red haired mutant into her lap. His chest still rose and fell, but his thick hair was matted with blood and bits of skull. He was going to die.

Madeleine began to cry, deep soul-tearing sobs that shook her entire body and Remy's as well. Her hands mindlessly stroked his hair as she stared at his ruined head, rocking back and forth. Her hand was soon coated in blood.

"I'm sorry, Remy. I'm so sorry…" She repeated the words over and over again until they lost all meaning, becoming little more than noises: her litany against the reality of the situation.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…"

Two hours later, as they entered the room, eyes wide with horror, they found her sitting like that, still clinging to Remy's body. Her words seemed to have stained the walls and etched themselves indelibly in the air.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

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Remy: You're evil, chere.

Vain: No, I'm Vain. Somebody else's is probably evil.

Remy: *sighs* Please review de fic

Vain: Or I'm stopping here.

Remy: You wouldn't dare . . .

Vain: *laughs maniacly* Mhuhahahahahahahahaha!!!

Remy: Somebody please 'elp me. Please?

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