{ } Denotes telepathy.
Psylocke wanted to join the fight, but she knew she would be a hindrance to Remy as he went toe to toe with Sinister. She just couldn't fathom fighting against her master, so she did not attack Remy. Picking up anything of substance, he hurled things at him, causing damage that was just swallowed up with a screeching as his body healed. She knew he couldn't keep it up forever, and sooner or later he would make a mistake and his life, Ororo's and her own would be over.
Unnoticed by both men, she walked over to the table where Ororo was barely conscious. Pushing some of her hair from her damp face she smiled as they made eye contact. "Hello love." She looked up as Remy went flying into the air. He crashed against the wall, but was up in a matter of seconds, a rock in hand as it turned into a small yield bomb. Debris rained down on her head, and she sighed and turned back to her work.
"What do you want?" Ororo asked, her voice flat. She was tired, tired of everything, there was no fight left in her.
"Let go. Will you let me help you?"
"Why would you want to help me?" She laughed slightly. "You work for him."
"Everyone needs a chance to do something right. I need to face my fear. Will you let me help you?" Ororo closed her eyes.
"Yes. What are you going to do?" Psylocke hesitated slightly.
"It might hurt. To tell you the truth, it will seriously hurt. But we're taking you Omega."
'And how do you plan on doing that?"
"I'm a telepath. Lie still, and hopefully it won't take long." She took Ororo's hand and closed her eyes, a violet butterfly appeared and started to flap delicate wings. Ororo watched it, and Psylocke began to work.
*
"Moma,
that's a beautiful sky." A young Ororo smiled as her mother smoothed her hair.
"Yes
child, it is a beautiful day. We're going to your father's home today. Wouldn't
you like that?" Ororo shrugged.
"I
guess." N'Dare laughed and took her daughter's hand.
"Come
princess. We should go see if your father is done packing. For a man he has a
lot of clothes." Ororo giggled as they walked downstairs to the living room of
their hotel room. She released her mother's hand to pick up a discarded toy and
N'Dare went to check on her husband. He walked out of the bedroom with four
suitcases, stopping to kiss his wife.
"Are you
ready?" He asked the two most important women in his life. Ororo nodded without
looking and N'Dare shook her head, amused.
"All
ready. Are we going to leave now?"
"That is
best. You heard the news." David placed the suitcases by the door and checked
the time. "In about five minutes the car will be here to pick us up, and the
bellhop will be here shortly to get our bags." The phone rang and David
frowned, rushing over to pick it up. N'Dare sighed and walked over to her
daughter, sitting beside her on the couch as she watched her play on the floor.
'I will
be there shortly. Yes, we're getting out of the country. I know that there is
heavy anti-American climate. I'm coming home for a while. If I can get off the
phone then I could get on the plane. Yes, I already have my assignment
completed." David's conversation with his editor receded into the background as
she laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Mommy…"
"What is
it Ororo?"
"I feel
weird. Something's going to happen." Her brown eyed child stared into her face
with earnest.
"Something's
going to happen? What do you mean?"
"I don't
know mommy…can we leave?" The windows imploded, showering the females with
glass as they were pushed off of the couch and onto the floor from the force of
the wind. On the fortieth floor, the altitude rushed air into the room, and
soon the roar of a plane could be heard.
N'Dare
snatched up her child and ran to David, who dropped the phone and his jaw as he
saw what was behind his wife. A pilot was ejecting from his damaged plane, and
the plane was literally screaming, an awful, human like sound.
{No…please don't….}
{I am sorry…this is the only way.} Psylocke pushed on, finishing the memory.
David
grabbed his wife and child and headed for the door. Pulling it open he shoved
them out, and never felt the nose of the plane split him in half. Ororo saw it,
saw the blood as it spattered the walls, and the walls which started to slide
down. The building…she could feel it move.
N'Dare
moved as fast as she could on the stairs, jumping them two or three at a time,
and the walls seemed to be chasing her. Ororo had a horrific view of behind
them, the place collapsing as the stairwell started to shiver and buck. They
were thrown to their knees as Ororo tumbled out of her mother's arms.
Screaming
she saw the large slab of stone that fell on her mother, stopping as she rolled
into a corner. The corner strained and fell forward, the triangular nature of
it shielding her small body as the surroundings resettled itself.
The dust
cleared and Ororo could see her father's hand…slack. It would never hold her
again…she started to cry when she saw a piece of stone move. "Mommy?"
"Ororo,
child…I love you…" Her mother's voice sounded weaker than she had ever heard
it, and it scared her more than comforted her.
"Mommy,
Daddy…I don't think he'll wake up."
"I am so
sorry Ororo…I tried to save us. I did." Ororo scooted forward and grabbed her
mother's hand. It was so cold…
"Mommy…please
don't leave me." She squeezed her hand,
trying to will some of her life into her, but it went loose. She screamed aloud
and mentally, almost going insane.
{Call for help.} Psylocke instructed as she felt the highest point of distress in the white haired woman. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she was forced to relive the most painful moment in her whole life. Ororo opened her mind and for once, didn't hold back.
*
A man looked around quickly, the awesomely intense feeling of fear and helplessness washing over him. His face went pale and he gripped the armrest of the theater's chair until the feeling passed. He felt exhausted and numb. What was that?
*
The teenager smiled and held up a halter top to her chest as she looked at herself in the mirror of her favorite store. Turning to pick another color she sank to the floor and passed out, something slamming into her mind with such force it couldn't handle it. Fear imprinted itself on her brain as she fell into the void, her heart hammering.
*
Jean smiled as she snuggled with Scott on the couch, flipping channels while most obviously more interested in each other. She leaned over and took the remote from him, leaning close enough so she could see her reflection in his glasses. "Why don't I find something for you to watch…" She turned off the television and Scott smiled.
"I like where this is going." He leaned in to kiss her when Jean paled quickly, blinking and falling away. Scott caught her and eased her onto the couch, where she twitched for a moment, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. The episode was over, and she opened her eyes, breathing heavily. "What happened Jean?"
"Its…its…its Ororo…she and Remy are in trouble!" He helped her stand and they bolted to the Professor.
*
Xavier was looking over his property, staring out the window of his office, relaxing as he watched the stars and contemplated old friends. He was about to turn back when a thought screamed through the air, sliding its way into his telepathic receptors, which he trained himself to always mentally listen.
It was shocking in severity, the emotion and jumble of thoughts and fear left him feeling as if he were burned, and when it was over he knew who it was. {My X-Men, you are needed!}
*
Psylocke backed away as she felt her power level rise. If she remained in contact with Ororo's mind when she went Omega, she would most likely suffer a mind wipe. Her mind wasn't built to cope with Ororo's power, and in some ways her mind was stronger than her own.
Ororo had stopped fighting, but looked in obvious pain as her powers grew past the hampering system. The wind picked up in the room, and the skylight exploded outwards. Psylocke pressed a button and her bonds receded back into the table, leaving her free.
She jumped into the air, lightning cackling all over her body as she laughed. The sheer joy. Not caring if she hurt anyone. She was a goddess! Mortals don't matter! She laughed again, and looked down at the people below her. Remy was staring up at her with pride and slight fear while Sinister stared at her with awe.
"You." Ororo pointed a finger and Sinister flew against the wall. She landed in front of him and pressed her glowing hand against his chest. "Hurts, doesn't it." It made his flesh shrink away from her touch, not able to foam and complete repairs as fast as she was inflicting damage.
" I did it for you." Sinister gritted out, vines growing out of the ground. They wrapped themselves around her ankles and shoved her back. She hit the ground and two more vines appeared, grabbing her wrists.
Remy threw a charged rock at Sinister while throwing some at what were holding Ororo. They exploded but grew back, but when they did Ororo was liberated and in the air. Psylocke gritted her teeth and did something she didn't think she would do, fight the Master. {Stop thinking of him as Master. He isn't.} The thought gave her strength as she materialized her most powerful weapon, her physic blade.
It was bright and purple, extending from her wrist and running parallel to her hand. It cackled with energy and she charged, getting as many hits in. The room shook as the roof was ripped away, the sky a maelstrom of angry clouds and wind so fast it scraped the skin.
Ororo was shut off…angry. It no longer mattered. No one below her mattered. All that mattered was her and Mother Nature. Foolish people trying to fight a plague. That's what he was, a plague on anyone who came near him. The lightning was impatient. It wanted to release its anger on someone, anger for being used to hurt its mistress.
She needed that anger, wanted that anger as she felt it feed into her. Extending her hand she threw it at Sinister, feeding 10,000 volts of electricity into his mostly metallic body. The explosion threw Psylocke against the wall, and Remy fell against the table and behind it, to the ground.
Jean squinted and sent her mind out to the woman she saw floating in the air majestically. Could that really be her friend? She felt so different? Scott landed the plane quickly and Logan jumped out, growling. He could smell Sinister even thorough all of this rain and wind.
The weather inside the room was considerably calmer, the wind dislodging various objects and causing them to slam into the wall, gouging larges chunks of stone and sliding them against the floor.
Remy stared at the spot where Sinister stood. Pieces…pieces of Sinister laid there like glistening obsidian. It was done, and over. "No, not yet! We have to calm her down!" Psylocke said as she made her way over to him. Ororo was in a corona of power, the elements bending to her will and her will alone as she hovered above them all.
"Ororo! It's Jean! Please stop, he's dead!" She yelled into the wind, and she knew Ororo heard her.
"I don't care. It's not enough! I am going to destroy this whole place!"
" 'Ro, let's just go!" Logan asked, trying to reason with her. Even with his adamantium he felt the wind pushing him, and he reached out and caught Jean as she was blown from her feet and into the air.
"I will destroy this building, and if you are in it, I will destroy you as well." Ororo floated down to the ground and the wind became worse. She was livid, her dignity gone as she felt like a fool, all because of Sinister. It wasn't enough he was dead. He had to lose everything. She was turned around roughly, and stared into the red and black eyes of Remy.
"Chere, don you think you should let up?" He asked, his hands on her shoulders. She shook him off and took a step back.
"How dare you! Touch me?!" Remy frowned and stepped closer.
"Petite…you don remember what we have? How we feel about each other?" A bubble of still air extended itself around them as the wind picked up. Everyone was thrown against a wall as the air beat them into the stone.
"I don't remember nor do I care about relations with a mortal." It came out cold and unforgiving. "You got us into this mess. I wouldn't bring up the pass if I were you." Remy's heart broke as he heard those words.
"You don believe that chere."
"We do."
"If you did, I'd be dead." He stepped closer to her and touched her cheek. Ororo's legs buckled slightly as she fell into his arms.
"You…are…just…"She trailed off as he kissed her gently. Memories that were shut away came alive again, and she remembered the love between them, and the fact that her friends were getting hurt. The bubble disappeared and Remy was slammed to the ground in the wind, but it stopped immediately.
Everyone picked themselves up off of the floor, groans and grumbling echoing in the room as the sun peeked itself over the eastern horizon. "Well…it's a new day…" Scott said as he stretched, his back popping. Jean winced and her eye caught a pile of black stuff on the ground.
"What's that?" Logan sniffed at it and stuck his claws into it. It moved around them, and he couldn't spear a section.
"It smells like Sinister."
"Oh no you don't…" Jean concentrated and lifted every particle she could feel of him into the air. "Scott, if you please." He lined up his shot and let his concussion beam loose, and what was Sinister was snatched from existence.
"Who is she?" Logan pointed to Psylocke, who looked nervous.
"Dis is the petite who helped us. She could come back to the school wit us." Remy said as he picked up Ororo, who was leaning against him tiredly.
"We'll let the Professor decide that. Right now, lets just go." Everyone boarded the jet and it sped away, shaking the ground as it gained altitude.
Brainchild opened his eyes and pushed some wall that had fallen on him. Limbs shaking he looked down at his hand. "Don't worry master. I'll find a way to get you back, don't you worry." The black blob in his hand shook slightly and he ran to the secret minijet that hid underneath the ground. Powering up, he punched in the code for the laboratory located in the Savage Land. And took off.