Madeline shifted from side to side at the silly little desk her boss had instructed her to sit at. She couldn't help but to feel a bit excited and nervous for their arrival-her guests. They called themselves the X-Men. All her life she had been training for this moment. She heard the pitter patter of footsteps climbing up the stairs and smiled. Her guests had finally arrived!

The one leading the way was Rogue and the cute one behind her was Scott, the smaller one was called Laura, the next one was the master's child, Claudine. The one at the end was unmistakable, for she had seen that face. She had that face. Mister Sinister had told her that her target's name was Jean Grey. She glared with pure hatred at the girl who stared back at her in disbelief. It was to be expected. He had told Madeline that Jean wouldn't be aware that she had a clone, nor would the other X-Men.

Mister Sinister had made her with a small tissue sample of Jean's and raised her in his lab. She was told that she wasn't actually a person when she was ten and hated the girl who had what could have been her life since then. Mr. Essex had told her not to worry though. She would be given her chance. She would be given the opportunity to destroy Jean Grey.

"You're…me," blurted out Jean.

"No!" she shrieked back in rage, but then collected herself, "I am not you. I am me. My name is Madeline Pryor to be exact and you don't know how much I have wanted to meet you for all these years. She held down the pager, "Mister Sinister, your guests have arrived."

The handsome boy stepped in front of Jean protectively. Madeline rolled her eyes, knowing how much more powerful Jean was than her boyfriend. "Where's Sinister?" asked the boy angrily.

Madeline smiled, looking from face to face of the X Men who were preparing themselves to battle as if they even had a chance. The one who called herself Claudine felt a similar rage to her own. Madeline furrowed her brows and noted to herself that she would have to ask Master about his daughter later.

"My associate will be here soon enough," she smiled, "You shouldn't be concerned with him just this second though. I'm terribly sorry to do this but- With that she extended her hands and flung the others aside. She was only there for Jean Grey. She was instructed to leave the others.

She propelled her self forward with her pent up rage, grabbing hold of Jean Grey and shattering the glass out of the window. She felt a blast of burning energy hit her in the back, but she proceeded to fling herself and Jean out the window and free falling towards the ground.

She let go of her duplicate's body and used her telepathy to suspend herself high above the ground. She silently hoped that Jean would know enough to do the same rather than let the ground do Madeline's life work and goal.

Jean didn't scream as she felt her self-falling or when she saw the ground coming closer and closer to her mortal body or when she faintly heard Scott yell for her in anguish. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the fiery blasts of warfare failed to resonate in her ears as she fell to her death. Her body grew warm and then scorching. Her whole being began to light up in flames. She opened her eyes up wide in agony. She did scream when she heard it's voice filled with the ancient power of whole galaxies resonate through her entire being and take residence in her body. She stopped falling. She stopped thinking. She was only a tenant in her own skin. She let the flames engulf her. She let the Phoenix rise from her ashes once again…