It was so dark, so empty and cold
Until the moment I found you.
We met in a dance. Was it Fortune or God?
But I was knowing what you’ve gone through.
The whole eternity passed in a run,
But I didn’t want to change a thing
Still, I was too late to find an answer
To the silent question I buried within.
How long have I been alone?
Where’re you? Who’s with you? I don’t want to know.
Blinded, I hear your voice in a dawn.
Please, stop! I’ve got something to say to you.
Thank you, just for letting me know
The side of my chest where my heart is,
Thank you for showing the way to go
To the land of love and peace.

The land of senseless case
The land of sinless urge
The land of endless ways
The land of brainless courage

When I’m alone, I’ll lock my door
Throw away the keys and switch off the light,
I’ll feel your hands in a touch of cold sorrow
And no one will prove me you’re no more beside.
There’s just one thing I’ll dare to ask:
Don’t leave, please, don’t leave, since you’ll miss
The land created for two of us,
The land of love and peace.

(“The Land of Love and peace”
written by Sabie)
 

PART10
Logan strolled into the cell, Remy in the crook of his
arms. The kid was still sobbing quietly, cuddled like
a child, as Wolverine placed him on the bank. His
small body laid there in a heap, however the first
moment Logan took his hands off him, the kid grasped
his hand with strength given by desperation. “Don’
leave me” he whispered so quietly he could be barely
heard.
Logan knelt to the kid and stroked his hand in calming
gesture. Poor fellow, the events must have hit him
hard… “I’m not leaving. I’m not gonna leave you,
kiddo.” After some seconds of calming stroking Cajun
finally let him go.
In a quick motion Logan unbuttoned his shirt, ready to
take it off to cover the kid, when someone’s hand laid
on his shoulder.
“Why the hell did you drag this faggot here?!” the man
behind him demanded, and Logan felt the claws
straining to break through the metal. “Shuddup” he
growled through his clenched teeth. He wasn’t picking
a fight, and he truly hoped it was clear.
“Look, he’s that blond’s property, and we all here
ain’t looking for troubles, so you’d better just leave
him where he belongs and we’ll…” he was cut off when
Wolverine grabbed him by the cuff and slammed against
the wall.
“He belongs here from now on…” he growled meanly,
trying to convince himself he shouldn’t end the life
of this jerk right here and now. The man stirred.
“Hey, easy, I just don’ wanna my head off if he gets
to know… you understand, don’t you?…”
Logan gave him a glance from under his forehead. “He
knows already.” The man blinked, then his eyes
traveled over gruff mutant’s body, several bleeding
slashes getting quite opposite meaning instantly.
The man was ready to set a question, when Wolverine’s
ears picked up kid’s soft moan. He shoved his cellmate
off slightly and in a moment was back by the kid.

The man wasn’t coming. He told him he’d be here, that
he won’t leave him – and now he was gone. Remy
squirmed on the cool surface, his blurry vision in
desperate search for his savior. He tried to turn his
head, but he couldn’t, so he just laid there,
shivering, waiting.
He tried to reach the man with his hands, but they
were motionless. Motionless. Tied. They were tied
above his head, he knew, attached to the upper frame
of the bed. His tormentor was here to maim, and the
savior was away.
Cajun squirmed some more, and a soft moan finally
escaped his lips. A moment later someone’s hand
touched his shoulder, and he thought it was the
tormentor, but the hand proceeded to move, wrapping
him in comforting warmth of some cloth, and he knew
now it was his savior. A small smile touched his
broken lips.

Logan carefully wrapped the kid in his shredded shirt
and leaned to that pale chest of his to listen to his
heartbeat. It was weakening. ~No, kid. Not now, not
this very moment…~ Wolverine felt a chocking ball in
his throat. Embracing the kid, while still sitting on
the floor, he listened to fellow’s breath. “Hold on”
he whispered, “As soon as you get better, we’re gonna
get the hell outta here, you know that? There’s a safe
place for you, the place with no hurt. Just hold on,
kiddo.”
###
Late at night kid’s breath got shallow. He was gasping
for air and shivering like under the electrical
current. Logan wrapped the shirt tighter around him,
almost howling from desperation. It was the time for
him to admit the things : Cajun was dying, and there
was nothing he could do.
He got to the bars and pounded his fist at them, the
metal glove banding against the steel bar. “Hey you!
We need a doctor, the kid’s dying!” his words echoed
in the hallways, getting no respond. Logan banged
again, louder this time. “Fuck, he’s dying, you
motherfuckers! Ain’t you gonna help him or
something?!” the echo faded and the dead silence came.
Logan banged again and again, then got back to the
groaning kid, calming him down and pleading him to
hold on, then got back to the bars. The back of his
mind caught shocked sleepy faces of his cellmates who
were awaken by the loud sounds Wolverine was erupting,
still he was far from realizing them on conscious
level. There he had only the maimed kid who he had to
admit was on the edge.
Something brushed against his arm, and a second passed
before his brain acknowledged it. As he turned to face
whoever was there, he felt a cloth being shoved into
his hand. “That’s warm.” The man said quietly, then
paused. “They won’t hear you. They let him get maimed
after all.”
Mechanically Logan took the cloth, the part of his
mind telling him it was a leather jacket, along with
the man who gave it being the man Logan held at the
wall before. He wrapped it around kid’s shivering body
and placed his hand on fellow’s forehead. It radiated
sick heat.
Frowning, Wolverine tried to recall what to do with
someone in fever, still all he could remember was
aspirin, some other medicines and stuff – none of it
present in the cell. He laid on the edge of the bank,
curling his body around kid’s fragile frame, giving
him all warmth he could provide.
He didn’t remember how long he laid there until he
finally drifted to sleep.
###
Wolverine woke up harshly at the sound of kid’s moan.
During those two or three hours of sleep Logan caught,
the fever sharpened, and the kid was now trying to
craw from under the covers, his whole body on fire.
Logan shifted the makeshift covers away, using his
shirt to whip the cold sweat off kid’s forehead. That
was when he caught his empty stare. In a flash his
head was pressing to fellow’s chest searching for
heartbeat. It was weak and irregular, and his breath
was getting shallow.
Wolverine jolted upright, cupping kid’s face in
terror. “No, kiddo, you don’t dare to die here, you
hear me? You hear me?!” his voice suddenly broke into
soft whisper. “You can’t leave now, now after you had
survived the worst, not like this. You know how you
shall die? In a soft bed with relatives around, and
you know, you shall be very-very old to die. So quit
it now, see? You’ve got no right to die here, kiddo…
not like this… not on my hands…”
His head snapped to the nearest man. “What’s kid’s
name?” The man frowned for a moment “Remy, I assume.”
He sounded unsure, but Logan wasn’t to realize this.
He bent back to the fellow. “Remy, right? Sounds not
like you’re from Canada. Must have come here from
somewhere, no? that what you’ll tell me when you get
better.” His gruff fingers interlaced with kid’s
delicate ones.
“Listen. I know you want to sleep, I know, just don’t
do it. Don’t let yourself slip, stay awake, Remy.
Listen to my voice and stay awake. I know you can do
it…” He whipped the faint sweat from kid’s forehead
again.
“As soon as we’re here, too bad we don’t know each
other, right? I wish you could tell me something, but
since you’re so silent now, I’ll start myself.” His
hand ran through Cajun’s damp hair in almost loving
gesture. “I was born in Canada, at least I think I
was, since there’s not much I remember about my life…”

Remy was slipping into oblivion. He wanted it, the
darkness reached its tendrils to him and he reached
his hands back. The oblivion was cold and comforting,
and he wanted there badly, as there was the place he
could finally have rest.
The blackness was already wrapping around him, and he
closed his eyes, when the silence was interrupted.
Some voice sneaked through it and came to his ears.
Remy didn’t want to listen, all he wanted was to slip
into the welcoming darkness.
However the voice was getting insistent, breaking
through the comforting blanket of silence, demanding
him not to give up. ~But why?~ Remy thought absently
~It’s so good here. If only you could be with me,
you’d have known just how blissful the darkness is…~
The voice was not stopping, and LeBeau couldn’t block
it, so he finally gave up and started to listen. “…was
born in Canada, at least I think I…” The savior?! Remy
got his head up from the cloud of darkness he was in.
the savior was calling him back. The one who cared.
The one who didn’t think he was a fuck-doll, who knew
he was a person.
Acadian stirred in darkness, pushing the coldness
away. No, he didn’t want to leave in this cost. Not
while he didn’t thank to the man who saved him for…
for everything. Not before this. He struggled,
breaking to the surface of the dark cold cloud, back
to the world, letting the voice lead him. ~Don’t stop,
just don’t stop talking…~ he pleaded.