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The Little Things
Jean Grey-Summers was only fiveteen when she met Scott. He was shy, nerdy and wore ungainly glasses
that covered most of his face. Even his pictures looked sullen and angry; but, if you knew him, actually knew
him the way she does, you would find out Scott Summers was the nicest boy, and he was a boy al those
years ago, that would ever be. Everybody said the two of them belonged together, and it showed.
The way Jean looked at Scott, and the way Scott looked at Jean, the love that the two had for eachother
was infectious. Yes, other men or women had come between the pair every now and then, but their two
hearts found eachother in the end. Scott was the shy kind, silent, thoughtful and for him to express
how he felt took years. From then on, everything moved so fast, in some cases, too much
and in others, not fast enough. Scott Summers was the driven kind, so driven he never stopped
to coincider the price to himself, and that price came all too soon for a young couple just starting
out in life.
Because of this brash selflessness, many factors and parties associated with young Mr. Summers have come
to take hold of his most prized asset, his wife, Jean. Her body is needed currently for something of an
incubator. Her life has yet again been taken and replaced by a benevolent doppleganger, Maddie Pryor, one
of the creations gone wrong by Mr. Sinister, one of the parties involved. Mr. Sinister, Nathanel Essex,
has been interested in the Summers family line for well over a century and for that past time, he
has worked on and off with a man by the name of El Saba Nur, known to all as the man Apocalypse.
El Saba Nur is the man who sence Moses' time has lead fear into the hearts of men, the same man capable of
stealing bodies and using them as his own, as a living host for his paracitic presence. This same thing is
what happened to Scott Summers, his body inhabited by onother and everything that is him has resided
in the depths of his own mind while El Saba depletes his body. Scott is dieing. In essence, all that knew him
presumed him dead, all save Jean.
You see, Scott and Jean share a deep and loving bond, as all lovers should. This bond, thanks to El Saba Nur and
Sinister. They used Scott's body and defiled all that Jean Grey is, using
the gift God gave all humans and made it filthy. Jean now carries the child needed by both men
to carry out each ones insane plans. Jean is faced with a delema, the child that grows in her womb, formed in an unholy
union is to be used for El Saba's new body, an undepletable host, then she gets her husband back.
If she gets her husband back, Sinister will undoubtibly use Scott and Jean as breeding cattle, creating an army,
if you will of untold of powerful beings.
If she manages to keep the child, she loses her husband, she saves the world, yet again and she has to live with
the knowledge that this child, while geneticly her late husband's was brought about by a man who wore his form
and performed the actions while she was sedated in forced sleep. Story all told, she was raped by
a body that was her husband's, but the mind was the man whom her family has repeatiatly destroyed through time.
He hates her. Scott haunts her dreams, some would say that's how he contacts her from the icy prison of his mind.
She wakes up after one of these dreams. No longer is she tied to a cold and ungiving steel table, but in a bed.
Sinister has given her a bed and rein in part of his labs to ensure safety of the child he so desperatly
has worked for, for so long. She is in her sixth month and her back hurts. Her feet have swollen and her breasts Scott
had caressed so often, so long ago have begun to grow heavy.
She rolls out of bed in search of a glass of water and with her unborn child's foot planted in her ribcage.
"Scott's family always did have big feet, kiddo." she teases as she passes El Saba, whom has been appointed to guard her.
He sneers at her wearing her dead husbands face, and she looks breifly to find any trace of the warmth that Scott once held.
The cold grey skin that shades the once familiar face, and the fact that now quite litterally, Cyclops' body reflects
that code name, she finds none.
She walks by with a gesture of defiance, a childish one, but effective, she blows a raspberry and watches
as El Saba's stolen eyes flair, but she knows Sinister would never allow her death. Anything up to that point, and she has sen it,
but never will he allow her death. Her clone, his creation failed to yeild the fruit of the vine he had looked after so closely.
She is his only chance. Her child is El Saba's only chance for life. She shall not die, she knows this.
"Do not think I won't hesitate to kill you with your own child's body." El Saba threatens. " And I can just as easly take you again
with your husband's." She ignores him. her "dead" husband has been feeding her information gleaned
from El Saba's own mind to her about the compound. She knows that here, near her room, she cannot use her powers, should she find
the one spot she can, she can contact helop, and if she can contact help, a way can be found to save her husband,
the child and destroy what both of these evil men had built.
Elswhere, another man, whom has also loved Jean Grey from the moment he met her is working.
His mutant nose picked up on the fact that Maddie isn't Jean several months ago. He had been gone for weeks, and anybody
who knew he visits Silverfox's grave in the laurels in the spring is good. Too good. They knew he wouldn't be there to pick up
on the intrusion until after the interloper had gained some of Jean's own scent on her.
Maddie was the first thought to his mind. No one quite understood Logan's abilities and while she had the skin deep scent
of Jean's perfume, clothing and manners, she lacked something. Something deep and intimate. The deep and sensual feeling
Jean and Jean alone stirred in him. Had she not insisted Scott was alive, he would have
had her by now. The two share a bone deep friendship, one Maddie couldn't express, the scent she couldn't fake.
Logan was on to her, now, how to tell the rest of the team without letting Maddie know he knew.
Whomever she was working for was dangerous and chances are had Jean, and even more out there, would have Scott.
"Good evening, Logan." The red haired wentch said smoothly as she placed her arms around him. Even her very mannorisms
betrayed her, She was no Jean and at this moment, Logan had never been more
grateful for all the self control he had learned in his army days nor for all
the training Professor Xaiver had drilled into his head about hiding his thoughts.
This woman represented all that he hated, and her twin, all he loved.
"Darlin, take yer hands off me, or ain'tcha fergotten, yer a mArried woman?"
Logan hissed as he remembered how soft Jean's loving arms are compared to Maddie's hard, unfeeling ones.
"Scott's dead. You told me that, everybody say's that." Maddie lied through her teeth.
"Ain't interested." Logan said back as he held his thoughts in check. "I'm goin to bed, don't follow."
Maddie stands there wondering whats up with this man. All her sources told her that
the woman she is impersonating and the gruff man she finds repulsive were lovers.
She finds him repulsive, yes, however she is a woman who craves physical contact, any physical contact.
She remembers when Jean was presumed dead, and Sinister had sent her to woo Scott Summers,
he seldom got to rest, she thinks with a smile. Maddie hates Jean. Not just fo being first and foremost
in Scott's heart, even when he was married to Maddie, but because she is all she ever wanted to be.
When Jean came back, Scott fled to her, Maddie hated this more, Jean Grey is all she came from, and has everything she wants,
all Maddie wants is for her to die. Sinister won't allow this, but Jean's life is Maddie's now, and she will use it as she sees fit.
Back where Jean Grey-Summers is held captive, Sinister awakes with a start, something is wrong, but what?
The woman, is she well? The monitor shows her sleeping again, that failure, Maddie, no.. that whore is probably picking on
some unwilling companion. El Saba!
Sinister reaches for his robes to find The body of Scott Summers, the one El Saba Nur had currently inhabited crashing through
his doors. " The Summers entity grows strong! You promised you would stop the pain!" El Saba groans as he clutches the head of his
unwilling host. "He has attempet to regain control many times!"
"Has he done so?" Sinister asked.
"Yes, for but a moment. He told the Grey Woman something, I regained control quickly." El Saba added.
"I had to put her in her place."
"Anything serious?" Sinister asked.
"No major damage. Summers stayed my hand." El Saba said through teeth gritted in pain.
"Does the body change back?" Sinister enquired. If the body doesn't change, a clone will be needed as host for Summers.
A clone body would not suffice El Saba, he would deplete it in days.
"I.. do not know. Make the pain stop, I emplore you!" EL Saba begged.
"I shall in good time, El Saba." Sinister replied. "I shall see to Grey for tonight. You sleep."
"But Summers!"
"Sleep El Saba!" Sinister roared. "I shall fix the situation!"
And that was all, The lab held silence save the tinkiling of glass and the mutterings of
a man that held so much and yet nothing. Like the American king.
The english man, Essex, must do battle with the mad man, Sinister,
the same man, over the same situation that created Sinister from Essex.
Will Sinister play the pieced on his board, or will Essex topple the playing feild?
The Little Things
Jean Grey-Summers was only fiveteen when she met Scott. He was shy, nerdy and wore ungainly glasses
that covered most of his face. Even his pictures looked sullen and angry; but, if you knew him, actually knew
him the way she does, you would find out Scott Summers was the nicest boy, and he was a boy al those
years ago, that would ever be. Everybody said the two of them belonged together, and it showed.
The way Jean looked at Scott, and the way Scott looked at Jean, the love that the two had for eachother
was infectious. Yes, other men or women had come between the pair every now and then, but their two
hearts found eachother in the end. Scott was the shy kind, silent, thoughtful and for him to express
how he felt took years. From then on, everything moved so fast, in some cases, too much
and in others, not fast enough. Scott Summers was the driven kind, so driven he never stopped
to coincider the price to himself, and that price came all too soon for a young couple just starting
out in life.
Because of this brash selflessness, many factors and parties associated with young Mr. Summers have come
to take hold of his most prized asset, his wife, Jean. Her body is needed currently for something of an
incubator. Her life has yet again been taken and replaced by a benevolent doppleganger, Maddie Pryor, one
of the creations gone wrong by Mr. Sinister, one of the parties involved. Mr. Sinister, Nathanel Essex,
has been interested in the Summers family line for well over a century and for that past time, he
has worked on and off with a man by the name of El Saba Nur, known to all as the man Apocalypse.
El Saba Nur is the man who sence Moses' time has lead fear into the hearts of men, the same man capable of
stealing bodies and using them as his own, as a living host for his paracitic presence. This same thing is
what happened to Scott Summers, his body inhabited by onother and everything that is him has resided
in the depths of his own mind while El Saba depletes his body. Scott is dieing. In essence, all that knew him
presumed him dead, all save Jean.
You see, Scott and Jean share a deep and loving bond, as all lovers should. This bond, thanks to El Saba Nur and
Sinister. They used Scott's body and defiled all that Jean Grey is, using
the gift God gave all humans and made it filthy. Jean now carries the child needed by both men
to carry out each ones insane plans. Jean is faced with a delema, the child that grows in her womb, formed in an unholy
union is to be used for El Saba's new body, an undepletable host, then she gets her husband back.
If she gets her husband back, Sinister will undoubtibly use Scott and Jean as breeding cattle, creating an army,
if you will of untold of powerful beings.
If she manages to keep the child, she loses her husband, she saves the world, yet again and she has to live with
the knowledge that this child, while geneticly her late husband's was brought about by a man who wore his form
and performed the actions while she was sedated in forced sleep. Story all told, she was raped by
a body that was her husband's, but the mind was the man whom her family has repeatiatly destroyed through time.
He hates her. Scott haunts her dreams, some would say that's how he contacts her from the icy prison of his mind.
She wakes up after one of these dreams. No longer is she tied to a cold and ungiving steel table, but in a bed.
Sinister has given her a bed and rein in part of his labs to ensure safety of the child he so desperatly
has worked for, for so long. She is in her sixth month and her back hurts. Her feet have swollen and her breasts Scott
had caressed so often, so long ago have begun to grow heavy.
She rolls out of bed in search of a glass of water and with her unborn child's foot planted in her ribcage.
"Scott's family always did have big feet, kiddo." she teases as she passes El Saba, whom has been appointed to guard her.
He sneers at her wearing her dead husbands face, and she looks breifly to find any trace of the warmth that Scott once held.
The cold grey skin that shades the once familiar face, and the fact that now quite litterally, Cyclops' body reflects
that code name, she finds none.
She walks by with a gesture of defiance, a childish one, but effective, she blows a raspberry and watches
as El Saba's stolen eyes flair, but she knows Sinister would never allow her death. Anything up to that point, and she has sen it,
but never will he allow her death. Her clone, his creation failed to yeild the fruit of the vine he had looked after so closely.
She is his only chance. Her child is El Saba's only chance for life. She shall not die, she knows this.
"Do not think I won't hesitate to kill you with your own child's body." El Saba threatens. " And I can just as easly take you again
with your husband's." She ignores him. her "dead" husband has been feeding her information gleaned
from El Saba's own mind to her about the compound. She knows that here, near her room, she cannot use her powers, should she find
the one spot she can, she can contact helop, and if she can contact help, a way can be found to save her husband,
the child and destroy what both of these evil men had built.
Elswhere, another man, whom has also loved Jean Grey from the moment he met her is working.
His mutant nose picked up on the fact that Maddie isn't Jean several months ago. He had been gone for weeks, and anybody
who knew he visits Silverfox's grave in the laurels in the spring is good. Too good. They knew he wouldn't be there to pick up
on the intrusion until after the interloper had gained some of Jean's own scent on her.
Maddie was the first thought to his mind. No one quite understood Logan's abilities and while she had the skin deep scent
of Jean's perfume, clothing and manners, she lacked something. Something deep and intimate. The deep and sensual feeling
Jean and Jean alone stirred in him. Had she not insisted Scott was alive, he would have
had her by now. The two share a bone deep friendship, one Maddie couldn't express, the scent she couldn't fake.
Logan was on to her, now, how to tell the rest of the team without letting Maddie know he knew.
Whomever she was working for was dangerous and chances are had Jean, and even more out there, would have Scott.
"Good evening, Logan." The red haired wentch said smoothly as she placed her arms around him. Even her very mannorisms
betrayed her, She was no Jean and at this moment, Logan had never been more
grateful for all the self control he had learned in his army days nor for all
the training Professor Xaiver had drilled into his head about hiding his thoughts.
This woman represented all that he hated, and her twin, all he loved.
"Darlin, take yer hands off me, or ain'tcha fergotten, yer a mArried woman?"
Logan hissed as he remembered how soft Jean's loving arms are compared to Maddie's hard, unfeeling ones.
"Scott's dead. You told me that, everybody say's that." Maddie lied through her teeth.
"Ain't interested." Logan said back as he held his thoughts in check. "I'm goin to bed, don't follow."
Maddie stands there wondering whats up with this man. All her sources told her that
the woman she is impersonating and the gruff man she finds repulsive were lovers.
She finds him repulsive, yes, however she is a woman who craves physical contact, any physical contact.
She remembers when Jean was presumed dead, and Sinister had sent her to woo Scott Summers,
he seldom got to rest, she thinks with a smile. Maddie hates Jean. Not just fo being first and foremost
in Scott's heart, even when he was married to Maddie, but because she is all she ever wanted to be.
When Jean came back, Scott fled to her, Maddie hated this more, Jean Grey is all she came from, and has everything she wants,
all Maddie wants is for her to die. Sinister won't allow this, but Jean's life is Maddie's now, and she will use it as she sees fit.
Back where Jean Grey-Summers is held captive, Sinister awakes with a start, something is wrong, but what?
The woman, is she well? The monitor shows her sleeping again, that failure, Maddie, no.. that whore is probably picking on
some unwilling companion. El Saba!
Sinister reaches for his robes to find The body of Scott Summers, the one El Saba Nur had currently inhabited crashing through
his doors. " The Summers entity grows strong! You promised you would stop the pain!" El Saba groans as he clutches the head of his
unwilling host. "He has attempet to regain control many times!"
"Has he done so?" Sinister asked.
"Yes, for but a moment. He told the Grey Woman something, I regained control quickly." El Saba added.
"I had to put her in her place."
"Anything serious?" Sinister asked.
"No major damage. Summers stayed my hand." El Saba said through teeth gritted in pain.
"Does the body change back?" Sinister enquired. If the body doesn't change, a clone will be needed as host for Summers.
A clone body would not suffice El Saba, he would deplete it in days.
"I.. do not know. Make the pain stop, I emplore you!" EL Saba begged.
"I shall in good time, El Saba." Sinister replied. "I shall see to Grey for tonight. You sleep."
"But Summers!"
"Sleep El Saba!" Sinister roared. "I shall fix the situation!"
And that was all, The lab held silence save the tinkiling of glass and the mutterings of
a man that held so much and yet nothing. Like the American king.
The english man, Essex, must do battle with the mad man, Sinister,
the same man, over the same situation that created Sinister from Essex.
Will Sinister play the pieced on his board, or will Essex topple the playing feild?
