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Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn	By : Zilo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The air was thin and cold the nearer they got. It was summertime and the ice cold chill that raised goose bumps on Marshall’s arms and neck was much more chilling because of it’s complete unnatural existence. There was a murmur of confused complaints about the coldness that let him know it wasn’t just him. It wasn’t just a cold summer night. Something was very unnaturally controlling the weather, or maybe someone.

Marshall allowed Remy to tap a hand against his hip and steer him off to the side. He leaned against the wall a ways away from Remy, who was crouched on the ground searching the body of a dead guard. Marshall thought he was wasting his time, if there was anything of value on the guy it would have been taken already. Survival adrenaline was kicking in and although it helped him deal with the memories suddenly knocked loose in his head, it made him nervous and impatient to keep moving.

He shivered again and then turned to Remy to see if he was nearly done yet, to his surprise Remy was ripping buttons off the guy’s bloody shirt. He grabbed his nametag off too. Marshall saw his lips move as he read the name to himself but he couldn’t read lips and he doubted it mattered anyway. Remy stood up quickly with the random items clutched in one hand, the nametag in the other.

Marshall didn’t ask and when Remy motioned with a flick of his chin to move again Marshall did so gladly.

There was snow everywhere. Mutants had left the east wing of the prison torn open on one side and the mob of men had followed the leaking cold to the source. It was a blizzard outside; thick heavy wet snow had fallen fast and hard and covered the ground in an ungodly amount of time. Ice and snow pelted down on them from the black sky.

Remy instinctively drew Marshall close to him. “Fuckin’ cold.” he heard him mutter. They both watched as men went sliding and whooping down the small embankment. The way had been paved for them, the fences ahead already ripped open, assumedly by mutants. Remy’s eyes narrowed as he squinted out into the darkness. There wasn’t much visibility considering the moon was blocked out by the storm clouds and all the electricity was down. He glanced up wearily at the towers surrounding the prison. In the darkness they were only recognizable by memory and a vague darker outline. Remy felt Marshall’s gaze on him and then he heard him ask; “Ya think there’s still guys in there?”

“Seems like a lot o’ dem ran soon as de figured out de force-field was out for good. But den not all o’ dem made it out, non? Up in a big tower wit’ a big gun y’ be pretty safe, neh? It be easy pickins’ out dere in de open.”

“What else can we do though? It’s the only way out.”

“Not’ing. Just be careful.” And with that said he slid down the slippery embankment, smoothly maintaining his balance like a cat. Marshall half tumbled after him, nearly falling on his face but somehow at the last second catching himself.

They moved silently across the dark cold ground. The snow was nearly a foot deep already in some places and it was slow going. Remy moved with stealth and caution, he was mildly surprised as they passed through the last gate and reached the tree line without any problems. If there were guards in the towers they had chosen to let them go by unhindered. When the storm cleared out there would be a manhunt for sure, Remy thought. They would need to get transportation and be far, far away by then.

The men were scattering, moving off into the woods in small groups or on their own. Remy turned quickly to look his boy over. He had been acutely aware of Marshall’s emotions ever since he had gained his powers back. They were overwhelming and Remy had, had to build his mental shields up twice as strong because the intensity made it difficult to focus. He had never met a human with such emotional force before and it vaguely had him wondering if Marshall had low-level empathy powers too. Remy felt another wave of pain and fear battle against his shields and he had to resist the urge to wrap his boy up in his arms and rock him until he quieted inside. They didn’t have the time right now but Remy promised himself he would hold him the moment that he could. Their eyes were locked as he slid his fingers across a cold forearm and asked; “We in dis toget’er, non? Y’ wit me, Marshall?”

Marshall stared at him suddenly unsure, “I...if you want... I mean...” His eyes flickered slightly and Remy tightened his hold on his arm.

“I want y’ wit m’, but not if y’ don’t want t’ be. Remy always watch out for y’.” They shouldn’t be having this heartfelt conversation in the middle of a blizzard with both their lives on the line, Remy thought. He wanted to kiss him. He settled for a quick brush of his lips across Marshall’s and a whispered near his ear; “Remy always got y’ back.” He felt Marshall’s warm affection for him rise quietly inside him and marveled at his ability to bring it out.

“Yeah.” Marshall whispered. “You do.”

Remy read the rest in his eyes and he didn’t need to hear it out loud. They both nodded and then Remy said; “De employee parkin’ lot is ‘bout a mile out der. We c’n boost a car an’ den maybe make it t’ de next town for we ditch it an’ get a new ride. De snowstorm adds a twist t’ t’ings for sure... I wonder how far it goes out.” He paused watching the sky and then shivered. “We shall see. Follow m’ tracks, an’ move quick as y’ c’n.”

*AN: sorry this took so long for me to post. I had a mental fight with my characters about how the ending would go. Remy wanted it to be really sad and i had to put my foot down and tell him no. ;) i have a live journal so if i'm not posting fast enough you can bitch to me personally, or just to drop in and say hi and see what i'm up to, you can find me at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/cucumberstar/ (that's mostly to you karen, i'd love to hear from you) but to anyone else who wants to say hey... all are welcome. :)
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