Characters are not mine, even though I don't even say what character I'm using, or if I'm even using a character form X-men..whatever, it's not mine, please don't sue!


It wasn't her. It was an imposter. She had no control over it. That's what they keep telling her. But she knows the truth.

She could have stopped it; she could have tried harder to keep control. But she didn't, and now countless people have been destroyed. Hundreds of thousands of millions, just…gone.

Like they had been hidden behind a magicians trick mirror, but no matter how hard she looks, she won't be able to find them.

She had held another being, and it was responsible, but the guilt fell on her. Literally, the weight of the world fell on her shoulders, and they were in danger of breaking.

Lives of millions upon millions upon millions of innocent beings lay within her judgment. She could only hope to make the right decisions. There are no second chances for her.

The fire raged through her veins, struggling to break free. She couldn't, wouldn't, let it free. She pushed and pushed to loose herself from it's grasp, but it didn't budge.

She put her mind, body and soul behind her effort, and it didn't budge. She began to think of those she hadn't been able to save, and their destruction.

With their presence weighting down her resolution, she pushed, and it didn't budge. The thought that she would never be free sunk in, and she pushed.

She pushed with anger from the past, hurt from the present and hope for the future. She pushed for her life, her friend's lives, and the lives of everyone, everywhere.

She pushed with all she had, and it budged a little. A tiny flame sparked and died. But it was enough for her. It was enough to hope, that she could be saved. It was enough that she had pushed through.


Again, up to you people to interpret! Message me if you want to know who/what I was thinking of, for this or for The End if you really want to know.