My sensation hungered long enough. I took back control over Ororo's mind. I put her back into the corner of nothingness where she had no power over me. My mind was too strong. My will was too strong. MY HUNGER was too strong. Ororo's eyes turned pale white as the X-Men took a step back. Knowing that I once again had control of the body.
"Storm," Xavier begged again, "You must control her. You must not let the Pheonix win." He began to penetrate Ororo's mind as I did when I fed off her emotions. He was trying to build her mind a stronger link with his. So he would be able to bind me in her mind. But I would not allow it!
I raised Ororo's hand in the air once again, but instead of letting my fires engulf the good professor, I used Ororo's own abilities against him. The student destroying the teacher. The lesser defeating the greater. The destructive destroying the peaceful. And all joined into one. Storm's body, Storm's power, MY WILL versus one weak, crippled, Xavier. From her hand arose the very essence of electricity. Lightning forming at her fingertips. Covering her hands in heat as the sparkling light built beneath her fingernails. And with nothing less than a thought the power flowed through the air as it jumped from electron to electron. Traveling at unimaginable speed toward Xavier. This would be it. After killing Xavier I would be free. Free to dwell in this body. With no strong enough mutant with "psychic" abilities to help Storm's mind grow stronger.
The lightning traveled at his body and my heart filled with the joy of destruction. The light was so strong it could have blinded me, if I wasn't at all the Pheonix. The rest of the mutants couldn't come near me. The lightning had rose the temperature in the entire vicinity. Burning the air around us. Warning anyone who dared oppose me.
I was Ororo's very outbreak. I felt her every emotion. I was using those emotions, those thoughts, those feelings. The ones that she kept buried beneath the compassion for life. The emotions of hate that she felt but hid because everyone else put their problems her. Their burdens of lonliness and never being accepted. Had they ever thought about poor Ororo? Her parents dying in front of her face? Being orphaned? And then to come to the X-Men and be USED by them. Had they ever attempted to feel her pain? Beyond the smiles of compassion. Beyond the never ending beauty. Now they would feel more than her pain. They would feel her excellence. The very lightning they had USED her for, would be their downfall. And I the Pheonix would make sure Ororo was avenged.
The lightning jumped from place to place as static filled the air. The heat made it suffocating and humid. "Storm!!! NO!!!" Logan yelled, foolish enough to run at me. Foolish enough to think that Ororo could ever respond to his call.
"Fool! Storm lives no more! Only her body! Only her delicous sensations! I AM DARK PHEONIX!" I yelled at him. Meaning every word, although I knew part of it was not true. It was more than just her body. It was her very soul and spirit. Lifting her other hand a strong wind blew away Logan's body into the ditch where the dead Scott Summers lay. I didn't want to get rid of him yet. I wanted him to suffer more than anyone else.
The lightning split off into three lines. As Xavier still tried to penetrate Ororo's mind he didn't realize what was going on in the real world. His X-Men were to slow. By the time they had begun to try an attack the three lines of lightning had already taken it's effect on Xavier's body. The lightning ignited when it burned through Xavier's chest. Going through his chest, and through his heart, the lightning didn't stop. It's power flowed with so much intensity. Blood spilled from Xavier's chest, but the other two strands of lightning went somewhere else. Into Xavier's blue eyes. With his last breath I hadn't even allowed him to see his creation. His X-Men. I didn't want him to see it. I wanted him to die! DIE! That was my desire. To see more death. To create death. To take life.
The lightning zipped through Xavier's eyes and entire head could be seen lighting up. The lightning went through his head and out of the back of his skull. Burning his blood vessels right out of his body. And before he laid limp against the back of his wheel chair he let out a psychic pulse that triggered Ororo's mind. That made her even stronger than I for a time. And she took control.
The other X-Men watched in horror. No tears. No sounds. No movements. Only agony and pain as they saw their leader fall. Saw him die before their eyes.
"Ro..." Logan whimpered, "Why?"
Ororo was lost. She hadn't yet realized the fatality of her powers. The very powers that had grown under the watch of Xavier. He had done nothing to help her control them. She already had control of them when she came to the X-Men. But I had allowed her to let loose. To let go. "Logan... I..."
Then I regained a short few seconds of control, and I spoke, cutting off Ororo, "I ENJOYED IT!"
"What? Chere, what de matta wit' you?" Gambit said in his cajun lingo, "Are you blind? You just killed de Professor. You dun mean dat bell."
"Of course I do not Remy. But I am so afraid that Pheonix does. She loves it!" Storm spoke, almost so low it was not able to hear.
Then I spoke again, "Yes I LOVE IT!"
"Ororo, is there any way that you have discovered that would deliver you from the potent grasp of the Pheonix?" Henry Hank McCoy asked.
"There is no escape from the Pheonix..." Storm sighed. And she knew it was true.
"Then, might I ask, Ororo, how are you controlling the Pheonix now?"
"Yes of course my mind is strong now. Overwhelming the Pheonix's hunger but I can't do this every day of my life. Every second of every hour of ever day of ever year of every decade that I live. That is unthinkable! I can't control the Pheonix forever."
"Then how do you suppose we can help you?"
"Kill me." Storm said which surprised us all.
"We can't do that Storm!" Jubilee yelled, running to her, hugging her.
I still laid deep beneath the surface, waiting until Storm let up the slightest bit that would allow me to take control again.
"Ro, are you crazy?!?" Logan fumed.
"Logan! It is the only way!" Storm spoke silently, bowing her head, still hugging Jubilee.
"We'll find another way, darlin'."
"And how long will that take? Too long! Pheonix is coming after you most definitely Logan!"
"Why is she going after Logan, hun?" Rogue asked.
Jean was still out of it. Rogue was holding Jean in her arms, but no one dared near the Professor or Cyclops. Of course they wanted to mourn, but they were in a battle that 9 times out of 10 they could not win. Here they were fighting someone against someone who had powers on a cosmic scale and still trying to keep the most loved and most powerful X-Woman... X-Person alive.
"Pheonix wants to destroy Logan for one reason... because I want to."
"Storm," Xavier begged again, "You must control her. You must not let the Pheonix win." He began to penetrate Ororo's mind as I did when I fed off her emotions. He was trying to build her mind a stronger link with his. So he would be able to bind me in her mind. But I would not allow it!
I raised Ororo's hand in the air once again, but instead of letting my fires engulf the good professor, I used Ororo's own abilities against him. The student destroying the teacher. The lesser defeating the greater. The destructive destroying the peaceful. And all joined into one. Storm's body, Storm's power, MY WILL versus one weak, crippled, Xavier. From her hand arose the very essence of electricity. Lightning forming at her fingertips. Covering her hands in heat as the sparkling light built beneath her fingernails. And with nothing less than a thought the power flowed through the air as it jumped from electron to electron. Traveling at unimaginable speed toward Xavier. This would be it. After killing Xavier I would be free. Free to dwell in this body. With no strong enough mutant with "psychic" abilities to help Storm's mind grow stronger.
The lightning traveled at his body and my heart filled with the joy of destruction. The light was so strong it could have blinded me, if I wasn't at all the Pheonix. The rest of the mutants couldn't come near me. The lightning had rose the temperature in the entire vicinity. Burning the air around us. Warning anyone who dared oppose me.
I was Ororo's very outbreak. I felt her every emotion. I was using those emotions, those thoughts, those feelings. The ones that she kept buried beneath the compassion for life. The emotions of hate that she felt but hid because everyone else put their problems her. Their burdens of lonliness and never being accepted. Had they ever thought about poor Ororo? Her parents dying in front of her face? Being orphaned? And then to come to the X-Men and be USED by them. Had they ever attempted to feel her pain? Beyond the smiles of compassion. Beyond the never ending beauty. Now they would feel more than her pain. They would feel her excellence. The very lightning they had USED her for, would be their downfall. And I the Pheonix would make sure Ororo was avenged.
The lightning jumped from place to place as static filled the air. The heat made it suffocating and humid. "Storm!!! NO!!!" Logan yelled, foolish enough to run at me. Foolish enough to think that Ororo could ever respond to his call.
"Fool! Storm lives no more! Only her body! Only her delicous sensations! I AM DARK PHEONIX!" I yelled at him. Meaning every word, although I knew part of it was not true. It was more than just her body. It was her very soul and spirit. Lifting her other hand a strong wind blew away Logan's body into the ditch where the dead Scott Summers lay. I didn't want to get rid of him yet. I wanted him to suffer more than anyone else.
The lightning split off into three lines. As Xavier still tried to penetrate Ororo's mind he didn't realize what was going on in the real world. His X-Men were to slow. By the time they had begun to try an attack the three lines of lightning had already taken it's effect on Xavier's body. The lightning ignited when it burned through Xavier's chest. Going through his chest, and through his heart, the lightning didn't stop. It's power flowed with so much intensity. Blood spilled from Xavier's chest, but the other two strands of lightning went somewhere else. Into Xavier's blue eyes. With his last breath I hadn't even allowed him to see his creation. His X-Men. I didn't want him to see it. I wanted him to die! DIE! That was my desire. To see more death. To create death. To take life.
The lightning zipped through Xavier's eyes and entire head could be seen lighting up. The lightning went through his head and out of the back of his skull. Burning his blood vessels right out of his body. And before he laid limp against the back of his wheel chair he let out a psychic pulse that triggered Ororo's mind. That made her even stronger than I for a time. And she took control.
The other X-Men watched in horror. No tears. No sounds. No movements. Only agony and pain as they saw their leader fall. Saw him die before their eyes.
"Ro..." Logan whimpered, "Why?"
Ororo was lost. She hadn't yet realized the fatality of her powers. The very powers that had grown under the watch of Xavier. He had done nothing to help her control them. She already had control of them when she came to the X-Men. But I had allowed her to let loose. To let go. "Logan... I..."
Then I regained a short few seconds of control, and I spoke, cutting off Ororo, "I ENJOYED IT!"
"What? Chere, what de matta wit' you?" Gambit said in his cajun lingo, "Are you blind? You just killed de Professor. You dun mean dat bell."
"Of course I do not Remy. But I am so afraid that Pheonix does. She loves it!" Storm spoke, almost so low it was not able to hear.
Then I spoke again, "Yes I LOVE IT!"
"Ororo, is there any way that you have discovered that would deliver you from the potent grasp of the Pheonix?" Henry Hank McCoy asked.
"There is no escape from the Pheonix..." Storm sighed. And she knew it was true.
"Then, might I ask, Ororo, how are you controlling the Pheonix now?"
"Yes of course my mind is strong now. Overwhelming the Pheonix's hunger but I can't do this every day of my life. Every second of every hour of ever day of ever year of every decade that I live. That is unthinkable! I can't control the Pheonix forever."
"Then how do you suppose we can help you?"
"Kill me." Storm said which surprised us all.
"We can't do that Storm!" Jubilee yelled, running to her, hugging her.
I still laid deep beneath the surface, waiting until Storm let up the slightest bit that would allow me to take control again.
"Ro, are you crazy?!?" Logan fumed.
"Logan! It is the only way!" Storm spoke silently, bowing her head, still hugging Jubilee.
"We'll find another way, darlin'."
"And how long will that take? Too long! Pheonix is coming after you most definitely Logan!"
"Why is she going after Logan, hun?" Rogue asked.
Jean was still out of it. Rogue was holding Jean in her arms, but no one dared near the Professor or Cyclops. Of course they wanted to mourn, but they were in a battle that 9 times out of 10 they could not win. Here they were fighting someone against someone who had powers on a cosmic scale and still trying to keep the most loved and most powerful X-Woman... X-Person alive.
"Pheonix wants to destroy Logan for one reason... because I want to."