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This takes place anytime before the Phoenix makes its appearance. The song is Flames by the Crüxshadows and is in italics. The songfic will be completely in Jean's POV.
Flames
Red...hurt...anger...death...pain...fear...fire...passion...lust...revenge...desire...love...
Sleeping moments giving birth
To a world of my own invention
Doubt is a cast, and what's real
Mixes with imagination
My imagination
I gasped for breath, looking around, all I could see was death and fire. Bodies everywhere, burnt beyond recognition. "What's...happening..." I whispered, eyes wide with fear at the sight before me. "My...chest is on fire!"
Each vision, each word
Like a message in a bottle
The unreal has given birth
To the titans of my inner battles
The fire spread quickly through my veins. I fell to my knees as my body heat became unbearable to stand. I cried out as it felt like I was burning from the inside out.
Angel, burning away
Cutting against the heartless unforgiven
Anger, blacken my dream
A phoenix in flame, returning in redemption
I screamed as my body was engulfed in flames, burning my flesh from my bones. Anger burst through me. 'Why! Why do I have to suffer?' I thought as the pain doubled me over.
Angel, burning away
Cutting against the heartless unforgiven
Anger, blacken my dream
I can see this angel is me
And I am in flames
My eyes fly open, catching sight of a figure standing in front of me. The pain is receding, but the flames grow as I stand to face the figure. I move closer to the person, and realize it's me. I'm staring at myself. The flames around me were shaped in the form of a...a... *Phoenix!* a voice whispered in my head.
The wind is breaking hard
Flowing with the void of fire
The light it burns
Eyes glow, holding my soul
I looked into my own eyes, seeing the fire burning in her/my eyes, and shivered at that look. 'Such...hate...anger. But also...passion...love...desire...' The wind whipped around us, spinning the flames into a funnel.
"I am Phoenix!" I cried out, jerking awake in my bed. I shook from the aftereffects of my dream. Power radiating throughout my body, more power than I'd ever felt before. And I knew, that I could either become a tool of great destruction, or one of salvation...
The fallen horde is hunting seraph
Wisdom, Prometheus knows
A torch is but a tool for heroes
We stand to face the hatred
Amassing on our borders
The End.
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