Chapter 29!
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Scott needed some fresh air. Lately he's been hearing Jean's voice crying out to him, visions of her death in his head as he's forced to hear her pleads for him to help. He didn't know why, but he ended up driving his bike up to where everything had happened. Where the love of his life had died for him and everyone else that day. He knows he's being selfish for living his life in grief, but to hell with it. He had loved her with all of his heart.
He kicks the kick stand to his bike down and takes off his back pack, putting it on the bike's seat. 'Scott.' He heard her voice say again. He pauses and looks around. No one. He just brushes it off as his nerves getting to him and messing with his head. He heads off to the edge of the rocks that were overlooking the blue water. He slows his pace, her voice calling out to him again makes him come to a stop. Her voice was everywhere, coming from all around him.
"Stop." He says, but her voice just gets louder, calling him name over and over again. Her voice pleading for him to hear her. "Stop it." He says more urgently. He holds his head, Jean's voice getting louder. "Stop it." He demands again. Her voice screams out to him, flashes of her drowning play in his head. He lets out a yell of anger. He takes off his sun glasses and lets his eyes laser the water, trying to let out the bent up anger in him. He shuts his eyes tight, feeling weak as he falls to his knees.
He slowly puts back on his glasses, calming himself back down. He looks up at the water to see it parting at the end of the path he had out lined. He watched concerned as the water caved in, swirling around. He quickly stood to his feet. The water suddenly exploded, sending him back from the force. He groans in pain as he sits up carefully, a bright light forming in front of him. He gasped upon seeing a tall, slim, frame appearing from the light. He gets back up to his feet, staring at the figure in shock. He can't believe it.
Jean Grey, the love of his life, is standing right in front of him.
She looked completely different now though. Her red hair was longer then it had been just a few weeks ago, and she looked skinnier if possible. She looked so confused, like it was her first time seeing the world again. Scott took a step forward toward her. "Jean?" He asks out to her.
"Scott?" She says back to him, her voice full of fear. She can feel the power in her growing. She can feel the power inside of him. She wants his power for her own. She needs his power. Scott couldn't find the words to describe how happy he was right now. He took another step toward her.
"How?" He asks her. Jean looks herself and her surroundings over. The last thing that she remembers is that she was committing suicide for her loved ones, saving them from the fate that she had taken for them. She looks back at Scott, completely and utterly confused. Scott was too excited in her actually being in front of him then noticing the blankness in her eyes.
"I don't know." She answers him. Scott takes the last few steps closer to her and engulfs her into his arms, hugging her close to him as if he was afraid that if he ever let her go that she would disappear from his life again. They held onto each other for what seems like forever, only in reality it was only minutes. He carresses her face, overly happy to see that she was alive. "I want to see your eyes." She suddenly says to him. He stares at her confused. "Take these off." She says as he reaches up to take off his sun glasses, only he catches her wrists before she can. He shakes his head.
"No."
"Trust me." She says to him. She can feel the power flowing through him, the source of his powers being his eyes. "I can control it now." She tells him. She's craving his power, she needs his power before her craving gets too strong. Scott doesn't protest as she reaches up to take off his glasses. His eyes are shut tight under his glasses, his breathing hard. He doesn't want to hurt her. "Open them." She tells him to do. Her voice was dead, flat, lifeless as she spoke. "You can't hurt me." She reassures him.
He slowly opens his eyes, his red beams never leaving his eyes and hurting her, just like she had said. He could see as clearly as his powers become non-existent. His eyes became their normal shade of blue again. He really couldn't believe anything at all now. How had Jean been able to do this? He didn't care, she was back and he could see clearly again. He crashed his lips onto her's, savoring their kiss as if it was their first one all over again.
She couldn't take it anymore. His power was taunting her, begging her to take it from him. So she did. The Phoenix, as it called it's self, sucked the life of his body. Scott's eyes went wide, the sudden pain cutting through him, the feeling as if a knife was cutting his body slowly, cut by cut until he couldn't breath or move anymore.
The mansion's appliances were going haywire. Computers where flickering. Clocks were spinning faster than they should be. Ovens were turning on and off by themselves. Everyone listened as the sudden whispers all around them spoke faster than they could even understand what it was actually saying. A scream filled the halls of the institute. Logan's head snapped up from his hands.
Molly-Grace.
He jumped to his feet, racing out of his room. He jumped down the stairs, taking two at a time. He bumped into Storm, whom was running toward the Professor's office. Logan couldn't worry about that. His kid was screaming bloody murder. He raced ahead of Storm and down toward the wreck room. Her screams were getting louder every step he took. He was getting closer.
He raced into the wreck room and froze in the door way. Molly-Grace was on the floor, holding her head as she was screaming her lungs out. Logan rushed to her side and looked her over. She's not hurt, so what the hell is going on. "Make her stop. Make the screaming go away." Molly-Grace cried to her father. 'Logan, get her to the infirmary quickly then meet Storm at the jet.' Logan didn't have time to argue with the Professor. He quickly picked up Molly-Grace, whom had passed out, her body limp, into his arms as he raced out of the room and down to the infirmary.
He didn't feel right about leaving his daughter here alone while she was in need of his help. She was in pain, and he couldn't help her at all. He didn't even know what was wrong with her. She's fading in and out of consciousness. She would cringe every few seconds. The race down to the lower levels was a blur, his only thoughts were on trying to help his daughter. He goes to lay her down on the table, but she clings to him.
"Daddy, make her stop. Don't let her get me." Molly-Grace cries out to her father. She's looks so broken. So much pain flowing through her. He hated seeing her like this. This wasn't the girl that he watched grow up. This was a broken version of her. Someone was breaking his daughter, and he didn't know how to make them stop.
"I . . . I . . I have to go, Blue." Logan stuttered, not knowing what to say to her. He detached her from him and tries to flee, but she's not making this any easier on him. He stops at the door, her voice being the thing that had stopped him from leaving.
"Don't leave me again." How could he leave his daughter when she's asking him to stay? He had to leave though. Something was wrong, and he couldn't let someone else get hurt. He didn't turn around, didn't say anything back to her as he walked right out of the infirmary.
Logan and Storm arrived at the lake, only to find it that it was completely covered in foggy mist. Only, it was really strange. Little pieces of rocks were floating all around them as they walked around. Even the leaves scuffed up from their foot prints raised up into the air. Water droplets only floated up into the sky instead of falling down to the ground.
"I can't even see a damn thing." Logan pointed out to Storm as he tried his best to follow behind her. Storm came to a stop, knowing that she could take care of that little problem. Her eyes glazed over pure white as the thundering clouds took back their floggy covers. Now they could see clearly. "What the . . ." Logan said as he moved to Storm's side. He noticed a rock float by them and poked it, only it changed directions and moved away from him when he did. The two shared a look before splitting up and continue searching.
Logan noticed something as he walked, something floating toward him. I couldn't be. His heart seemed to stop when the object floated right into his hand. Scott's sun glasses? It couldn't be, but they were. What the hell had happened here? Before he could question that thought, Storm's scream for him returned him from his thoughts. He darted off to go find her, only to slow down his pace when he found what she had.
"Oh god."
