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Another Illustration from the fanfic entitled 'Flawed' by [link]

The fic remains unfinished but her is and exerpt to quench your taste buds...

“Kid, you okay?” He actually looks worried. I slowly put my legs back down and start to put my seat belt on. My hands shaking, I remain silent, until Logan talks to me, again. “When we get back to the mansion, I’m taking you to see Hank.”

“I’m fine, I don’ need to see’im!” I protest. But already I can see that it is on deaf ears, as Logan starts up the Jeep and pulls out of the bar’s parking lot.

“You broke into a sweat when I placed you in the Jeep and started muttering not to hurt you.” He looks over at me for a moment, and then turns his eyes towards the road. “I can smell a fever on you, and I can hear how you struggle to breathe at times, Cajun. You’re going to see Hank if you like it or not!”

“I don’ deserve to be looked at by him…” I frown, wrapping my arms around my waist. Hank was part of the trial in Antarctica. I doubt he knew I was left behind to die until I showed up at the X-Men’s doorstep again. Came back like a bad penny I suppose. “I don’ deserve your help, either! I’m a traitor and a murderer, remember? I deserve everyt’ing I get!”

I deserve to be hurt, molested, raped, tortured, and left to die. I deserve to be hated, shunned, and spat upon. I am no good, never was and never will be. I can feel tears coming to my eyes as I place my hands on my head. Why can’t I forget? Why can’t I forget my childhood, the Morlocks, my failures? Why!?

“No, you don’t!” When I look back over at Logan, his eyes are narrowed, and he was gritting his teeth. “I’m tired of this. Some of the others have this “holier than thou” complex around here. Everyone’s made a bad mistake, Remy. You’re no exception, and they aren’t either! Warren joined Apocalypse at one point, Rogue was a terrorist, and I was some killing machine.”

Part of me wants to believe him, but I know the truth by now. I am always going to be the exception to the rule. It has always been that way and I have accepted that. I look out the Jeep window, seeing we have come to a stop at a red light. Logan turns his head to look back at me.

“We’ve become a bunch of hypocrites over time, Cajun. The thing is no one wants to admit it. Guess I’ll be the first.” I watch as he sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t get it. You’ve proven yourself time after time, and no one gives you any credit. They only see the flaws, never the good stuff.”

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Another Illustration from the fanfic entitled 'Flawed' by [link]

The fic remains unfinished but her is and exerpt to quench your taste buds...

“Kid, you okay?” He actually looks worried. I slowly put my legs back down and start to put my seat belt on. My hands shaking, I remain silent, until Logan talks to me, again. “When we get back to the mansion, I’m taking you to see Hank.”

“I’m fine, I don’ need to see’im!” I protest. But already I can see that it is on deaf ears, as Logan starts up the Jeep and pulls out of the bar’s parking lot.

“You broke into a sweat when I placed you in the Jeep and started muttering not to hurt you.” He looks over at me for a moment, and then turns his eyes towards the road. “I can smell a fever on you, and I can hear how you struggle to breathe at times, Cajun. You’re going to see Hank if you like it or not!”

“I don’ deserve to be looked at by him…” I frown, wrapping my arms around my waist. Hank was part of the trial in Antarctica. I doubt he knew I was left behind to die until I showed up at the X-Men’s doorstep again. Came back like a bad penny I suppose. “I don’ deserve your help, either! I’m a traitor and a murderer, remember? I deserve everyt’ing I get!”

I deserve to be hurt, molested, raped, tortured, and left to die. I deserve to be hated, shunned, and spat upon. I am no good, never was and never will be. I can feel tears coming to my eyes as I place my hands on my head. Why can’t I forget? Why can’t I forget my childhood, the Morlocks, my failures? Why!?

“No, you don’t!” When I look back over at Logan, his eyes are narrowed, and he was gritting his teeth. “I’m tired of this. Some of the others have this “holier than thou” complex around here. Everyone’s made a bad mistake, Remy. You’re no exception, and they aren’t either! Warren joined Apocalypse at one point, Rogue was a terrorist, and I was some killing machine.”

Part of me wants to believe him, but I know the truth by now. I am always going to be the exception to the rule. It has always been that way and I have accepted that. I look out the Jeep window, seeing we have come to a stop at a red light. Logan turns his head to look back at me.

“We’ve become a bunch of hypocrites over time, Cajun. The thing is no one wants to admit it. Guess I’ll be the first.” I watch as he sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t get it. You’ve proven yourself time after time, and no one gives you any credit. They only see the flaws, never the good stuff.”