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my ears.
A Moments Peace.
"I can feel myself getting stronger by the day," Scott Summers managed to think to himself
in the debths of his own mind. "It's almost like Jean is giving me pieces of herself to keep me alive."
Scott Summers has been trapped in his own mind, robbed of his body by a paracite and forced to live in
the cramped corners of all he once was. His body has been used for things Scott, "Cyclops" could never
even think to do against another living soul, one of which included harming his own wife. The
very reason he refuses to completely yeild his body to the other intrusive being.
El Saba Nur, the other being currently possesing Scott's body has hated the Summers line for generations
past and present torments Cyclops with one constant line of thought. "Could you imagion what she thought
seeing the body of the man whom was surposed to love and protect her, break open a lip? Fill her with unwanted seed?
the best part is, it was you. I mearly surpplied the thought and movement to your puppet limbs."
Scott retaliates back by inducing mental pain excruciating to both men trappen together
by this limp form of sculptured flesh.
"I'm gaining more control over him every day, " Scott thinks. "My rapport with Jean may have something to do with it."
The fact of the matter is, the more energy Jean expends to keep Scott alive, the less she has and the less her unborn child has.
Even though the child was born of the worst possible useage of a man's body, her beloved husband's body, The child has done
nothing wrong, and she would do anything to keep the innocent babe safe, Jean cannot "feed" Scott forever. Scott realises this,
he understands the implications all too well. He was in his mind, fighting El Saba during the filthy act; however, Scott failed.
Geneticly, this child is his and Scott is the father and would like wise do anything to save the child. Scott's memories float
back to when Cable, Nathan was a baby and how the only thing Scott could do to save his son,
was the painfull task of giving him up. Now the task may well to be lay down his life and die; but not until El Saba goes down with
him.
Scott practices his new found control, he moves a finger, then an arm and starts to form words while El Saba sleeps. The victory is short
lived as El Saba awakens due to the intense pain. "Summers! Let be or I shall dispatch of the wentch you married!"
Scott backs down for now, not because of fear, but for the energy it takes to do this, and he cannot
dare tap Jean for more. He would never forgive her death, nor their child's.
There has been times Summers doubted all he was capable of times he felt Jean could do better to move on,
times he was too weak to go on and to close to give up.
There has been time when Scott Summers tasted victory. GAining any sort of control over his body isn't a taste,
it's a big mouthful of the sweetest things.
Summers remembers what it was like to feel, to taste, to see, now he is stuck in the own sensory depravation
of his own mind. Yes to see, taste and feel, Feel his wife's warmth on a cold night, see her naked form
in the moon light and taste the dolce of her ever so missed kisses.
He wants to hold the child that is so much a piece of them both, he wants a second chance to live, breathe, love.
To live life the way he needed to, not what the world needed him to.
The only thing he can do is hear. Thanks to the rapport he has with his loving wife, he can hear her thoughts,
how much she tried to help him, he can hear El Saba and how much he enjoys hurting her.
Scott stopped him once, that is how Scott, Cyclops came to know he can regain his body. Hearing his loving wife
scream in agont drew him away from the black void of death, dispare, giving up.
Scott was forced to hear El Saba use Scott's stolen body and force himself upon Jean, Cyclopses
cherished wife. He prays thanks he hadn't had to watch it and Jean blocked the memories from her mind.
To her, she was asleep, and not tied to a table to stop the clawing and thrashing.
To spare her mental breakdown, even Sinister told her she slept. Why Scott may never know.
"I'll have my body back, El SAba." Scott hissed.
"That you shall, when the child is born." El Saba pushed as he undured the headache of Scott's presence. "Then you can deal
with that wentch, If I let you live."
"Don't talk about my wife like that!" Scott said as he gave El Saba another headache. "Essex wil never let you get away with this!"
"I own Essex, you pest!" El Saba exclaimed.
"Why are you doing this?" Scott demanded.
"Your son Cable has vexed me through the centuries." El Saba said to ease the pain.
"Your Daughter, Rachel ruined my empire, Your wife in her many forms has killed me many times and you gave
your children the knowledge to take my life." El SAba finished. "I owe you."
"You are targeting us for things that haven't happened yet, or are too late to stop." Scott argued. "Let Jean be."
"I'd rather have scarabs burrow into my flesh as I walk barefooted across the blasing desert. I will see her death,
then I shall have my world." El Saba said as he clutched his head that was not his.
"Leave the child alone! What did that baby do to you!" Scott pushed.
"That child was bred for my means!" El Saba yelled mentally under the barrage of torment.
"That is a child, not cattle. You raped a woman and that child is the concequences." Scott pointed out with one last twist
of the mental knife.
"Leave me be tonight, Summers, and I shall leave be your wife." El SAba barganed
"Beg me." Scott demanded.
"El Saba does not beg."
"Beg me Apocalypse." Scott said as he pained further.
"I"
"Now."
"I.. Please, I beg you leave me be!" El Saba caved.
"You never spare Jean when she asked." Scott menaced. " She's bearing our child. You better be nice."
"I will! Please, leave me to rest!"
And Scott stopped. He stopped and he planned for now he has a way to fight back, if he doesn't fight back,
all is lost. Once, the fate of many people rested in the womb of a scared, small woman,
upon the head of an unborn babe, now it rests squarely upon the shoulders of a man, one who had nothing,
gave all he has and now he reaps the benifits and holds the trump card of the ultimate gamble.
Elsewhere
"Chuck, I am one hundred percent sure that ain't Jeannie!!" Logan explained. "I know it's funny,
but she just ain't right. Those eyes aren't right."
"I believe you Logan, we knew the moment she arrived, however, whoever has Jean,
is a professional. They do not want her found." Xaiver put his hand up to calm Logan down.
"So we just let her rot wherever she is?" Logan grew angrier.
"I have no other choice, Logan, I've exhausted all means to find her." Professer explained.
"We'll get her back."
"Ya shoulda got me ta look, Chuck." Logan threw.
"I'm afraid that wasn't an option." Xaiver said. "You were gone for a month, no evidence left."
"That ain't all, is it Chuck." Logan stated. "Just spill it."
"There has been some noted activity on Cyclops' brain wave frequency." He said.
"And there has been times where it seems as though someone is trying very hard to contact me."
"Yer telling me the Boy Scout's alive." Logan said.
"Yes, I know you love Jean, but her heart goes to Scott first, I didn't want you hurt." Xaiver said.
"I just want her back here safe. I'll see what I need to do." Logan said.
"Logan, please, wait." Xaiver said. "Let me try more, If you die, you're no help to her."
Xaiver contenued. "Scott does not seem to be doing well, from what little I could sence, far to little
to tell from where, He and Jean are sharing the same energy. They could both be dead at any time."
"This is surposed to make me not want to find them?" Logan asked.
"If you enterfere, you could drain them instantly of the energy that could last them months, in minutes.
"Xaiver told Logan. "Please, let me find a way."
"Two weeks, then I find them and bust that party up. Ya got me?"Logan said.
"I understand." XAiver answered.
A lone figure watched over the house, one with teeth and fangs, one that lives to kill. He was sent by another to
watch with the promise of ruining any happiness his arch-enemy may feel. A woman scorned decades ago uses him as her tool.
This new information lend light to the dark, brooding thoughs that rage through this mad man's mind. Jean Grey-Summers will
be found, not by help but by a man who wished her screaming. Screaming so hard, she gurgles her own blood from her burst throat.
"I gotcha." he said as he ran to find his new hunting quarry.
my ears.
A Moments Peace.
"I can feel myself getting stronger by the day," Scott Summers managed to think to himself
in the debths of his own mind. "It's almost like Jean is giving me pieces of herself to keep me alive."
Scott Summers has been trapped in his own mind, robbed of his body by a paracite and forced to live in
the cramped corners of all he once was. His body has been used for things Scott, "Cyclops" could never
even think to do against another living soul, one of which included harming his own wife. The
very reason he refuses to completely yeild his body to the other intrusive being.
El Saba Nur, the other being currently possesing Scott's body has hated the Summers line for generations
past and present torments Cyclops with one constant line of thought. "Could you imagion what she thought
seeing the body of the man whom was surposed to love and protect her, break open a lip? Fill her with unwanted seed?
the best part is, it was you. I mearly surpplied the thought and movement to your puppet limbs."
Scott retaliates back by inducing mental pain excruciating to both men trappen together
by this limp form of sculptured flesh.
"I'm gaining more control over him every day, " Scott thinks. "My rapport with Jean may have something to do with it."
The fact of the matter is, the more energy Jean expends to keep Scott alive, the less she has and the less her unborn child has.
Even though the child was born of the worst possible useage of a man's body, her beloved husband's body, The child has done
nothing wrong, and she would do anything to keep the innocent babe safe, Jean cannot "feed" Scott forever. Scott realises this,
he understands the implications all too well. He was in his mind, fighting El Saba during the filthy act; however, Scott failed.
Geneticly, this child is his and Scott is the father and would like wise do anything to save the child. Scott's memories float
back to when Cable, Nathan was a baby and how the only thing Scott could do to save his son,
was the painfull task of giving him up. Now the task may well to be lay down his life and die; but not until El Saba goes down with
him.
Scott practices his new found control, he moves a finger, then an arm and starts to form words while El Saba sleeps. The victory is short
lived as El Saba awakens due to the intense pain. "Summers! Let be or I shall dispatch of the wentch you married!"
Scott backs down for now, not because of fear, but for the energy it takes to do this, and he cannot
dare tap Jean for more. He would never forgive her death, nor their child's.
There has been times Summers doubted all he was capable of times he felt Jean could do better to move on,
times he was too weak to go on and to close to give up.
There has been time when Scott Summers tasted victory. GAining any sort of control over his body isn't a taste,
it's a big mouthful of the sweetest things.
Summers remembers what it was like to feel, to taste, to see, now he is stuck in the own sensory depravation
of his own mind. Yes to see, taste and feel, Feel his wife's warmth on a cold night, see her naked form
in the moon light and taste the dolce of her ever so missed kisses.
He wants to hold the child that is so much a piece of them both, he wants a second chance to live, breathe, love.
To live life the way he needed to, not what the world needed him to.
The only thing he can do is hear. Thanks to the rapport he has with his loving wife, he can hear her thoughts,
how much she tried to help him, he can hear El Saba and how much he enjoys hurting her.
Scott stopped him once, that is how Scott, Cyclops came to know he can regain his body. Hearing his loving wife
scream in agont drew him away from the black void of death, dispare, giving up.
Scott was forced to hear El Saba use Scott's stolen body and force himself upon Jean, Cyclopses
cherished wife. He prays thanks he hadn't had to watch it and Jean blocked the memories from her mind.
To her, she was asleep, and not tied to a table to stop the clawing and thrashing.
To spare her mental breakdown, even Sinister told her she slept. Why Scott may never know.
"I'll have my body back, El SAba." Scott hissed.
"That you shall, when the child is born." El Saba pushed as he undured the headache of Scott's presence. "Then you can deal
with that wentch, If I let you live."
"Don't talk about my wife like that!" Scott said as he gave El Saba another headache. "Essex wil never let you get away with this!"
"I own Essex, you pest!" El Saba exclaimed.
"Why are you doing this?" Scott demanded.
"Your son Cable has vexed me through the centuries." El Saba said to ease the pain.
"Your Daughter, Rachel ruined my empire, Your wife in her many forms has killed me many times and you gave
your children the knowledge to take my life." El SAba finished. "I owe you."
"You are targeting us for things that haven't happened yet, or are too late to stop." Scott argued. "Let Jean be."
"I'd rather have scarabs burrow into my flesh as I walk barefooted across the blasing desert. I will see her death,
then I shall have my world." El Saba said as he clutched his head that was not his.
"Leave the child alone! What did that baby do to you!" Scott pushed.
"That child was bred for my means!" El Saba yelled mentally under the barrage of torment.
"That is a child, not cattle. You raped a woman and that child is the concequences." Scott pointed out with one last twist
of the mental knife.
"Leave me be tonight, Summers, and I shall leave be your wife." El SAba barganed
"Beg me." Scott demanded.
"El Saba does not beg."
"Beg me Apocalypse." Scott said as he pained further.
"I"
"Now."
"I.. Please, I beg you leave me be!" El Saba caved.
"You never spare Jean when she asked." Scott menaced. " She's bearing our child. You better be nice."
"I will! Please, leave me to rest!"
And Scott stopped. He stopped and he planned for now he has a way to fight back, if he doesn't fight back,
all is lost. Once, the fate of many people rested in the womb of a scared, small woman,
upon the head of an unborn babe, now it rests squarely upon the shoulders of a man, one who had nothing,
gave all he has and now he reaps the benifits and holds the trump card of the ultimate gamble.
Elsewhere
"Chuck, I am one hundred percent sure that ain't Jeannie!!" Logan explained. "I know it's funny,
but she just ain't right. Those eyes aren't right."
"I believe you Logan, we knew the moment she arrived, however, whoever has Jean,
is a professional. They do not want her found." Xaiver put his hand up to calm Logan down.
"So we just let her rot wherever she is?" Logan grew angrier.
"I have no other choice, Logan, I've exhausted all means to find her." Professer explained.
"We'll get her back."
"Ya shoulda got me ta look, Chuck." Logan threw.
"I'm afraid that wasn't an option." Xaiver said. "You were gone for a month, no evidence left."
"That ain't all, is it Chuck." Logan stated. "Just spill it."
"There has been some noted activity on Cyclops' brain wave frequency." He said.
"And there has been times where it seems as though someone is trying very hard to contact me."
"Yer telling me the Boy Scout's alive." Logan said.
"Yes, I know you love Jean, but her heart goes to Scott first, I didn't want you hurt." Xaiver said.
"I just want her back here safe. I'll see what I need to do." Logan said.
"Logan, please, wait." Xaiver said. "Let me try more, If you die, you're no help to her."
Xaiver contenued. "Scott does not seem to be doing well, from what little I could sence, far to little
to tell from where, He and Jean are sharing the same energy. They could both be dead at any time."
"This is surposed to make me not want to find them?" Logan asked.
"If you enterfere, you could drain them instantly of the energy that could last them months, in minutes.
"Xaiver told Logan. "Please, let me find a way."
"Two weeks, then I find them and bust that party up. Ya got me?"Logan said.
"I understand." XAiver answered.
A lone figure watched over the house, one with teeth and fangs, one that lives to kill. He was sent by another to
watch with the promise of ruining any happiness his arch-enemy may feel. A woman scorned decades ago uses him as her tool.
This new information lend light to the dark, brooding thoughs that rage through this mad man's mind. Jean Grey-Summers will
be found, not by help but by a man who wished her screaming. Screaming so hard, she gurgles her own blood from her burst throat.
"I gotcha." he said as he ran to find his new hunting quarry.