This battle feels like its been goin on forever but in reality its only been a few moments. I'm loosing the battle but I am not using ALL of my power. This fight is for my husand and I will not loose it. Not will I loose him to some whore who thinks herself an X-man!
She narrows in with her attacks.
I manage to block most of them but one gets me.
I stumble but only for a moment.
This is all the Great Jean Grey has to offer? She taunts as she circles me.
She thinks she's got me where she wants me but in truth I have her right where I want her.
All I do now is wait.
Wait for her stupid move
Wait for her mistake.
You know, the way everyone talks about you, I though you'd be harder to beat. She comes face to face with me.
I can almost feel her cold, icey, heart beat.
I will make my final move soon.
Your pathetic! She whisperes, It must kill you that Scott fianlly chose the better telepath in the X-men!
That was her mistake.
I feel my eyes blaze fiery red as I glare at her.
With ALL of my power, I telepathically punch her and she is sent flying on to the bed.
I walk over to her, grab her but the neck and get in her face.
Emma, you took advantage of Scott's situation! He is vulnerable and you toyed with his emotions! You controled him and manipulated him! As for begin an X-men, consider yourself kicked out! I know you are still in bed with Sabastian Shaw. Honestly, I'm not surprised you got inbed with an Xman too!
He...came...on...his...own, Ms. Grey. She says barely alive. My punch had contianed ALL of my power and no one can live through that. I hear what she says and sadly I believe it but that is not the point I am trying to make.
I am only going to say this once! I say as I whisper in to her ear, The name is Jean Summers! Get it right and STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND! I scream the last sentence into her ear and then leave the dream.
Leaving her to die alone.
I get back to my own mind and see Scott, shirtless, standing infront of me with Logan by my side and before anyone says anything Emma falls off the bed.
No one moves.
No one speaks
Everyone knows The White Queen is dead
A/N: Please review