Five, angry Rogues to his one resolved, and dying where he stood Jamie Madrox.
This can't be happening.
The bridge around them was in ruins and the corpses of the dead dupes stared blankly at the night sky. The acrid smell of burnt rubber invaded his nostrils, the metallic taste of blood tainted his tongue.
He stood opposite her, opposite them perfectly alone. Creating more dupes was preventing the inevitable.
Jamie Madrox was going to die.
This can't be happening.
He stared at the central dupe.
This can't be happening.
And then his eyes widened slightly.
No, this can't be happening. I should already be dead. Why am I not dead?
How am I not dead?
"No," he said, shaking his head. His tone was not of a man who was about to die. Surprisingly, he sounded elated. A grin stretched across his face and with the blood and the bruises he looked rather insane. "No, it isn't."
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Date: 2007-06-07 12:45 am (UTC)This can't be happening.
The bridge around them was in ruins and the corpses of the dead dupes stared blankly at the night sky. The acrid smell of burnt rubber invaded his nostrils, the metallic taste of blood tainted his tongue.
He stood opposite her, opposite them perfectly alone. Creating more dupes was preventing the inevitable.
Jamie Madrox was going to die.
This can't be happening.
He stared at the central dupe.
This can't be happening.
And then his eyes widened slightly.
No, this can't be happening. I should already be dead. Why am I not dead?
How am I not dead?
"No," he said, shaking his head. His tone was not of a man who was about to die. Surprisingly, he sounded elated. A grin stretched across his face and with the blood and the bruises he looked rather insane. "No, it isn't."