At long last, Remy slept.
That wouldn't be a problem for Remy,
especially after so many recent sleepless nights...but he still feared
Death's presence in his dreams.
He just couldn't escape Death, no matter how hard he tried.
Luckily for him, his dream started out a normal one: he was and in his bed with Rogue, passionately making love to her.
His
dick was deep inside her and he was thrusting away, making sure to pay a
lot of attention to her breasts, but, unlike usual, he was somewhat
distracted because he knew something about this dream was off.
Namely, he could feel the presence of others.
Normally that wouldn't have been too off for a dream.
Usually that meant that Jean or Emma or Betsy or even Ororo (and sometimes all 4) was about to join them.
But, this was different.
These presences felt much darker than any of the others that he'd ever felt.
Like they were drawn to his Death side.
He looked around the room and saw nothing, but he felt their shadows all around him.
His
thrusts into her got slower and slower with every second, soon enough,
he was far too distracted by the darkness taking over the room to
continue with Rogue.
He just couldn't focus on her, no matter how much she wanted him to.
He had to know who all was watching them.
He removed himself from Rogue (much to her irritation) and began to quickly search every part of his room.
Paranoia had overtaken him and it was made worse by the fact that there was nothing but shadows there.
Unfortunately for him, shadows didn't have faces.
Even more unfortunately, Death did and Remy was looking him right in the eyes.
"Hello, Gambit." Death growled at him, his ash black skin somehow illuminated.
Remy said nothing, instead he felt himself paralyzed with fear.
Something very unusual for him.
That
alone was a big sign of just how much trouble he was in and it wasn't
like he could wake himself up and get out of this mess either.
Something told him that he was stuck in this dream for a while.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" Remy managed to sputter out.
"Because you stand in my way." Death shot back, a cold unfeeling tone in his voice.
"I want rule over this world, and the longer you're in charge, the less chance I have to get what I want." He continued.
"I know you won't willingly give me control, so I plan on taking it." Death concluded.
Almost
symbolically, Death shoved past him and saw Rogue laying on the bed,
the southern bombshell was clearly confused by what she was seeing.
Death's hand reached out and touched her face.
Remy
immediately sprang into action and took a swing Death, although Death
dodged his shot, that gave Remy the chance to stand in between him and
Rogue.
"Don't ever touch her again." He hissed at Death.
"Scared that I'd get to her, Remy?" Death asked.
"You'll never get to her, even if it kills me." Remy defiantly said.
"Poor Remy, whose to say I haven't already gotten to her?" Death replied.
All of a sudden, Remy felt Rogue's hand on his face, her powers instantly kicked in and he felt her absorbing him.
"The more you fight me, the worse it will be when I finally take over, Remember that." Death said to him.
And that was last thing he heard before he woke up.
****
Remy was sure that was the worst nightmare he'd ever had.
Mainly because of how real it felt.
Death was an almost constant presence in his life now, whether real or imagined.
He'd have to see Dazzler as soon as he could to make damn sure he could get to the psychiatrist as soon as possible.
And if they could see him that day, then he'd have to find someone who could.
Once he had calmed down a bit, he made sure he hadn't charged anything up in his sleep and was thankful that he hadn't.
Realizing that he wasn't getting back to bed, Remy left his room to fix himself some Coffee and keep himself awake.
He could only hope that tomorrow had to be better.