I don't owe any of those characters they all belong to Marvel, little me is just goofing around with no profit out of it.

Although I am a big fan of X-men and Cyclops, I known them mostly through other fanfictions it's hard to get the comics here so bare with me, if you think I got some event wrong let me know thanks. ((One more thing someone tell me how to get the format right on the fanfction it always messes my format))

Dark soul red eyes

By Bynon Carget

I write this right after reading the warrior's code by L Burke

I admit I never thought of Scott as a dark person

He managed to make a believer out of me

For that I am grateful and I give you this

It was truly my hand that I saw through red from my ruby shades It was still my hand I could move it I could see it , it was part of my body a body I hade back from that devil Apocalypse .

All that is nice but it wasn't the full truth not by far it wasn't, I will give you a hint I am not all that thrilled that I am back at all, yes back true it was my body and his mind his will over mine but even now I don't think I am whole once more I don't believe that Scott Summers has returned not by far, Scott was a loving husband and devoted man and a leader for his dream for his team.

I am not. I see with new eyes although they are mine, I see through thousands of years of hate and anger, I see death I see hate and agony hate only bring hate and pain harvest pain Charles my mentor is a dreamer a man living not in our world not in our time I am, I shall not put my hand into any one who hate fear and wish to make sure I never draw another breath of air, I shall not stand tall for men and women to lean back into to, ask for guiding in time of need and stab else wise, yes stab I am no fool and sure I am no blind those lips I saw, that hair that body was hers, my wife's it was all Jean's and it was all over Logan's that half monstrosity running his hands all over my Jean my wife, yet I don't care as much as I should I am not dieing to be loved anymore I will not run after someone to call my own even if it was my wife, the beast want her? He can rot with her for all I care.

They wonder they question but they don't realize those who call them selves my friends doesn't know what's wrong with me they don't understand not my wife not Charles not anyone, I lost interest to lead a bunch of thoughtless jerks to fight for a castle of sands, to hell with them, to hell with you Jean, I didn't voice my thoughts nor could she sense it I have learned control over it more then before more then ever, my thoughts was mine and mine alone Jean go peek Logan's that if the brat had any to begin with, I ignore her as she speak to me I don't turn to face her I don't replay I don't do anything actually but look ahead of me into the dark and breath something I wish I had control over as I did with my hearing, she talk her lips move but my ears are deaf to her words to her cries, sorry Jean been down that road before but never more, never again.

Jean went by me like a crazed reddish devil, she didn't answer my calls she didn't stop she didn't talk she just stormed by me, leaving me alone in front of the balcony opened door, no not alone there was someone out there sitting on Scott favourite chair sure it had the same face, the same eyes and body but that's about, it wasn't Scott not the one we know not the one we follow to hell on just his words not the man I trusted with my life and more once, he was someone else someone so changed so cold a sprite from the dead maybe, a sprite back to hunt the living, I shivered form head to toe when his voice pressed over my ears in the quite night…'come in or go away Ro its not that hard of a choice for the X-men leader now is it?" despite the mocking meaning of his words his tone was flat cold like ice running through my ears it made me shiver once more, oh my goddesses what did that thing do to you Scott, I steeled my self and walked forward, he was my friend after all one of my best friends he saved my life endless of times as I did his and I wasn't going to throw that way not to that blue rat I wont let him win he wont steel Scott from under our noses he wont laugh at us after his death, I seated my self on the far end of the couch as far from his as I could, even in the dark I could see the shadow of an ironic grin over his lips a shadow that past so fast I could have been dreaming, he knew I was scared of him but I wont let him scare me away even if I had to put a lightning bolt through that skull of his to wake him up.

But I just sat there not knowing what to say, nothing came to my mind nothing to say I bit my lower lip he saved me from that and I wish he didn't.

"I am getting a devours, want me to get you one too?"

Once more the bone chilling tone of his. the dead irony in his words goodness had it came to this? Was it this bad between the two of them I could only mumble "I am sorry"

he crossed his legs relaxing even more in his seat, the whole time he never looked at me not once her was staring out into the darkness as If watching a very interesting show, a show about his life distraction once more his voice came cold so cold " I don't need your sorrow doubt Jean would even, she's off to find the runt bed" he took in a breath maybe there was still hope he still felt bad about this but when he spoke again I found out I was wrong " its about time too, what dose the man have to do to break free from a telepathic cheating wife?"

"Scott don't call her that, Jean loves you" I called out slamming my open hand into the soft fabric on the sofa beside me. He stood up tall dark when did he start wearing all dark? Of course after his return, dark leather and a coat with those red shades an agent of doom for once his voice had any other emotion in it even if as tiny as I could barely grasp he was bitter or sad or was it anger maybe all three in a sick twisted way "who's Scott? There's only Cyclops only Cyclops".

So what you think? Is Scott corrupted beyond help? Will he leave the X-men? Stay? Or turn against? Should I stop here or carry on?