Gasps filled the silent air.
"Storm... why?" Logan mumbled in fear.
I knew Storm wouldn't speak. Her compassion held her back. Instead of her voice, I spoke, although she was still in control of her body. "Because, my dear Wolverine, you used her too. Every time she turns around you're stressing over Jean, and then when Jean denies you, you come running to Ororo! How dare you? You think she's just some pillow where you can rest your head when you're hurt by Jean? A part-time lover? Is that what you think? Ororo has feelings too, and since you hurt her, I WILL KILL YOU WOLVERINE!"
"No... Storm... please, you don't mean that," Jean pleaded.
"It is buried inside of me Jean. But my compassion is able to overwhelm it. But I do not know for how long. Pretty soon my own hatred will be a nesting ground for the Pheonix, and she will take advantage of every emotion that I have. Every secret that I hold. And you are right, because," Ororo spoke with compassion, then turning from Jean she walked to Logan and rubbed her hand on his cheek, "Because I love you Logan."
The air remained silent while Logan and Ororo came closer. This was yet another emotion. Love. But I didn't want to feel this emotion. It didn't fill me with power. I wanted absolute power. With compassion and love I had to think about what I was doing and how it was going to effect everyone around me. With hatred and anger I could destroy galaxies without ever having worry. That is what I wanted!
Ororo and Logan met with a slight kiss, a farewell kiss. When their lips connected I could even feel the passion that burned through Storm's heart, and like I said, the love makes you weak. And as Storm let her guard down, I began to regain control of the body. I disconnected Ororo's lips from Logan, but the passion remained. I allowed Storm to speak one last time before I pushed her back down, making her loose all control of the body, her own body which I had indwelled and controlled.
"Logan... X-Men... I must go. I cannot stay here because I do not want to hurt any of you. Farewell..." she whispered.
It was as if Ororo's passion had spake to my mind, and I could stay on the Earth. I needed to go. Her compassion had set my hunger back and I began to "love" once again, not wanting to hurt them.
Logan stepped back as Storm's eyes became englufed in flames and my form -- the fiery bird outside of her that was implanted inside of her engulfed the immediate air around her body. Storm's body rose in the air, in my will, and the other X-Men looked down at us.
Tears filled the eyes of Jean, Psylocke, and Jubilee as worry filled the faces of Rogue, Beast, Bishop, Skin (Angelo Espinosa), and Remy, and fear mixed with all the above covered Logan.
"Please... Storm..." Logan whimpered, falling to his knees and hiding his face, "Storm... I love you..."
But she was hidden inside herself. I was in control. I wouldn't allow any tears to affect me. I wanted to feel destruction, and Storm wanted it too. I could feel it. She wanted to let go of every safe guard she had. She never had the chance to let loose. She was always in constant safety so her powers wouldn't rage. Well, that wouldn't be the case in a few minutes.
As I flew above the X-Men my flames lit up the sky, as if it were day time. But it was actually night. My light made the sky turn to it's normal day time blue. But as I exited the atmosphere a pulse of my power was sent across the entire planet, noting my leave of the planet, and when I fully left the planet, their sky turned back to it's dark state with little stars showing.
As I flew through the cold and dark area which is called iouter space/i my mind was set on one thing. Destroy. I felt it as a need inside of me now. A necessity that needed to be fed. Something I put high above everything else. When I was done the X-Men would see what kind of pain they caused Storm. But in all of this I had not yet realized the pain I caused her.
I had destroyed her friend with whom she shared leadership. I had hurt her "sister" Jean Grey. They shared so much together but I tried to kill her. Tried to rid her of existance. And I had killed her mentor and leader. Heartlessly. I wanted them to pay. And I also wanted to feel it. But since I had no compassion, the only thing I felt was joy. I didn't regret my actions, and I didn't care. No one could defeat the Pheonix anyway. I was the most powerful being alive and it would remain that way. I had the lives of the entire universe in my hand.
Only leaving a short distance from Earth I wanted the mutants and humans to see what type of power I had. To show every cause of their life was worthless. The silly fight for co-existence between humans and mutants was hopeless. The dream of a war that would make one of the sides the victor and the other side destroyed. I would show them their future. DEATH!
I lifted Ororo's hand in the outer nothingness of space and my flames followed in that direction. Reaching out towards the moon of earth. I kept her palm open and my fires continued to move in the path, until it was directly under the moon. The fires began to shape into a hand, and it the fire-made hand began to wrap itself around the moon like it would do to a baseball. I closed Ororo's hand tightly, and the fire did the same.
The entire moon shattered into space as flames and smoke filled the left over pieces. They weren't big enough to stay in an even rotation with the earth's axis and the flaming pieces of the moon began to swarm down into the Earth's atmosphere. If I had planned correctly, the pieces of the moon were big enough to hit every major place on Earth, and destroy the lives of many.
I hovered in the shallow area of space, above the worthless planet Earth. Ororo's pale white eyes lit up with fire as we began to enter the atmosphere again. I wanted to see how much damage I had caused.
The burning sensation of joy shocked through my body as my eyes became clearer as of what I had done. I hovered down at the Xavier Institute, and too my surprise I destroyed it. It and every mutant student hat was inside of it. The lower levels were destroyed.
I laughed as I watched the pitiful school burn. Glass shattered all over the lawn. The dead bodies of Nightcrawler and Kitty Pryde laid together, floating at the top of the mansion pool. Iceman's body hung lifelessly from a tree branch, one of the few that hadn't been burned down.
And I couldn't stop from laughing, but I could feel Ororo's sorrow from beneath. I was using her body for my own personal desires, destroying what she loved most. Her team, her family, her X-Men.
(Sorry I didn't add this way before) Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men and stuff, it's copyright of Marvel. And I'm broke anyway.
"Storm... why?" Logan mumbled in fear.
I knew Storm wouldn't speak. Her compassion held her back. Instead of her voice, I spoke, although she was still in control of her body. "Because, my dear Wolverine, you used her too. Every time she turns around you're stressing over Jean, and then when Jean denies you, you come running to Ororo! How dare you? You think she's just some pillow where you can rest your head when you're hurt by Jean? A part-time lover? Is that what you think? Ororo has feelings too, and since you hurt her, I WILL KILL YOU WOLVERINE!"
"No... Storm... please, you don't mean that," Jean pleaded.
"It is buried inside of me Jean. But my compassion is able to overwhelm it. But I do not know for how long. Pretty soon my own hatred will be a nesting ground for the Pheonix, and she will take advantage of every emotion that I have. Every secret that I hold. And you are right, because," Ororo spoke with compassion, then turning from Jean she walked to Logan and rubbed her hand on his cheek, "Because I love you Logan."
The air remained silent while Logan and Ororo came closer. This was yet another emotion. Love. But I didn't want to feel this emotion. It didn't fill me with power. I wanted absolute power. With compassion and love I had to think about what I was doing and how it was going to effect everyone around me. With hatred and anger I could destroy galaxies without ever having worry. That is what I wanted!
Ororo and Logan met with a slight kiss, a farewell kiss. When their lips connected I could even feel the passion that burned through Storm's heart, and like I said, the love makes you weak. And as Storm let her guard down, I began to regain control of the body. I disconnected Ororo's lips from Logan, but the passion remained. I allowed Storm to speak one last time before I pushed her back down, making her loose all control of the body, her own body which I had indwelled and controlled.
"Logan... X-Men... I must go. I cannot stay here because I do not want to hurt any of you. Farewell..." she whispered.
It was as if Ororo's passion had spake to my mind, and I could stay on the Earth. I needed to go. Her compassion had set my hunger back and I began to "love" once again, not wanting to hurt them.
Logan stepped back as Storm's eyes became englufed in flames and my form -- the fiery bird outside of her that was implanted inside of her engulfed the immediate air around her body. Storm's body rose in the air, in my will, and the other X-Men looked down at us.
Tears filled the eyes of Jean, Psylocke, and Jubilee as worry filled the faces of Rogue, Beast, Bishop, Skin (Angelo Espinosa), and Remy, and fear mixed with all the above covered Logan.
"Please... Storm..." Logan whimpered, falling to his knees and hiding his face, "Storm... I love you..."
But she was hidden inside herself. I was in control. I wouldn't allow any tears to affect me. I wanted to feel destruction, and Storm wanted it too. I could feel it. She wanted to let go of every safe guard she had. She never had the chance to let loose. She was always in constant safety so her powers wouldn't rage. Well, that wouldn't be the case in a few minutes.
As I flew above the X-Men my flames lit up the sky, as if it were day time. But it was actually night. My light made the sky turn to it's normal day time blue. But as I exited the atmosphere a pulse of my power was sent across the entire planet, noting my leave of the planet, and when I fully left the planet, their sky turned back to it's dark state with little stars showing.
As I flew through the cold and dark area which is called iouter space/i my mind was set on one thing. Destroy. I felt it as a need inside of me now. A necessity that needed to be fed. Something I put high above everything else. When I was done the X-Men would see what kind of pain they caused Storm. But in all of this I had not yet realized the pain I caused her.
I had destroyed her friend with whom she shared leadership. I had hurt her "sister" Jean Grey. They shared so much together but I tried to kill her. Tried to rid her of existance. And I had killed her mentor and leader. Heartlessly. I wanted them to pay. And I also wanted to feel it. But since I had no compassion, the only thing I felt was joy. I didn't regret my actions, and I didn't care. No one could defeat the Pheonix anyway. I was the most powerful being alive and it would remain that way. I had the lives of the entire universe in my hand.
Only leaving a short distance from Earth I wanted the mutants and humans to see what type of power I had. To show every cause of their life was worthless. The silly fight for co-existence between humans and mutants was hopeless. The dream of a war that would make one of the sides the victor and the other side destroyed. I would show them their future. DEATH!
I lifted Ororo's hand in the outer nothingness of space and my flames followed in that direction. Reaching out towards the moon of earth. I kept her palm open and my fires continued to move in the path, until it was directly under the moon. The fires began to shape into a hand, and it the fire-made hand began to wrap itself around the moon like it would do to a baseball. I closed Ororo's hand tightly, and the fire did the same.
The entire moon shattered into space as flames and smoke filled the left over pieces. They weren't big enough to stay in an even rotation with the earth's axis and the flaming pieces of the moon began to swarm down into the Earth's atmosphere. If I had planned correctly, the pieces of the moon were big enough to hit every major place on Earth, and destroy the lives of many.
I hovered in the shallow area of space, above the worthless planet Earth. Ororo's pale white eyes lit up with fire as we began to enter the atmosphere again. I wanted to see how much damage I had caused.
The burning sensation of joy shocked through my body as my eyes became clearer as of what I had done. I hovered down at the Xavier Institute, and too my surprise I destroyed it. It and every mutant student hat was inside of it. The lower levels were destroyed.
I laughed as I watched the pitiful school burn. Glass shattered all over the lawn. The dead bodies of Nightcrawler and Kitty Pryde laid together, floating at the top of the mansion pool. Iceman's body hung lifelessly from a tree branch, one of the few that hadn't been burned down.
And I couldn't stop from laughing, but I could feel Ororo's sorrow from beneath. I was using her body for my own personal desires, destroying what she loved most. Her team, her family, her X-Men.
(Sorry I didn't add this way before) Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men and stuff, it's copyright of Marvel. And I'm broke anyway.