Once again we have Scott's POV. But before we begin here today I want to thank all of those who reviewed, especially those who left me ideas. Please enjoy this chapter, I myself am very proud of it. And trust me, that doesn't happen very often.
As of now if you want my disclaimer you will have to look at my other chapters because writing them brings me down.
"Well here we are Scotty, your first test. Are you ready to begin?" I nodded my head slowly, attempting to figure out what exactly she wanted me to do. We were in a large, I guess I should call it an arena, with bright lights and empty stands.
"What...are we going to do?" Jean's doppelganger whirled around and planted a kiss my cheek.
"Why, battle it out my dear boy." She strolled to a table filled with weapons. "Choose your weapon, we have knives, guns, lances you name it, I have it. You can even have your optic blasts back, if you so choose of course. Sword?" She asked, offering me a thin foil. I picked up my visor.
"I'll just go with these thanks." I mumbled.
"Suit yourself." She took a fencing pose while I slipped on my visor, adjusting the dial. "Ready?" She waited for my nod and jabbed at me. "I fear you will lose and my fun will be short lived." 'Jean' sighed as she pinked me in the arm.
"Don't be so cocky, it will lead to your downfall." Firing two shots she flipped away and spun in mid air as one hit her, landing deftly a good distance away.
"Not bad." Nodding her approval and holding her side she began a ruthless assault, jabbing and thrusting while I flipped and dodged, just avoiding the sharp tip of the deadly foil.
"What? Whoa!" Her foot came up to my head in a deadly roundhouse kick, connecting and throwing me away. I landed hard, grunting as the oxygen was knocked from my lungs. Gasping and coughing I stumbled to my knees as 'Jean' picked me up by my throat.
"You put up a good fight Scotty, but I'm sorry, you lost and now you are dead."
"As I said," I croaked out hoarsely, "don't be cocky." I quickly brought my hand up to the dial and fired a blast straight into her eyes.
"Argh!" She dropped me and fell to the ground clutching her face. I put the heel of my boot up to her neck.
"Do you except defeat?"
"You have won this round and by doing so earned yourself one more day amongst the living. You will not be so lucky next time." She faded from sight leaving me alone once more in the darkness but not for long.
"Hello Scott." A thick Southern drawl drifted towards me and Rogue appeared in front of me.
"Rogue? What are you doing here?" I paled. "Are you dead?" I asked fearfully.
"No, we're all here." Logan, Jean, Kurt and the rest materialized in front and around me.
"How'd you all get here?" I was amazed. Jean, the real Jean came up and kissed me on the lips.
"Goodbye Scott."
"What? What's going on?" I was bewildered. "What do you mean?" I asked with a slight laugh.
"Vhat ve mean is zat ve you are leaving." The Professor continued.
"Yes Scott, you are no longer welcomed in the X-Men. You have put your teammates in too much danger to be allowed here any more." My humorous attitude was gone. Rogue stepped forward and slipped off her glove.
"No, Rogue! What are you doing!" Nothing occurred to me as she brushed my face with her long fingers. I woke up, hours later, in the dark to the sound of Kitty's voice.
"I can't believe he did that! Like, that was so horrible! How could he, like, do that to them!" I could hear her sobbing and then heard Logan's gruff voice.
"I knew it would happen eventually. The Professor shouldn't have let him near you guys."
"Kurt, Evan, Rogue, they're all gone." More sobbing, this time I recognized it as Ororo and Jean.
"They're dead, all of them, Evan!" A heart-rending scream tore through the air. I must have screwed up somehow! No, no, no what did I do? Is this the future? A circle of light appeared and with it came Kurt, blood dripping from his mouth, a gaping hole in his stomach.
"You killed me Scott! You killed us all." The light faded and came again, this time Rogue appeared, blood and gore dripping from her torn chest.
"No," I whispered, horrified, "Rogue, no I would never hurt you..."
"Well you did Summers, and I can't say I'm surprised. You've always hated me, both you and your little Jean. Well guess what, my ghost will haunt you forever."
"No!" Tears streamed down my face when Evan appeared in front of me, half his head was gone and I was almost sick.
"I hate you Scott, we all hate you and we're glad you're dying. In fact, if you hadn't been in the Danger Room when Pietro came I was going to finish you off in your sleep." He walked up to me. "A quick spike through your throat and it would have been over." He touched me with his bloody hand; a dripping finger traced my chin leaving crimson trails. "Do you want to know how we died?" I shook my head violently, salty tears spattering on Spyke's uniform. He disappeared and Logan took his place.
"You murdered them Scott, those deadly optic blasts ripped right through them and now you will pay." The vicious adimantium claws slid out and he pressed them to my throat, I had never been so terrified in my life.
"No, no, no, no, I would never..." I stuttered and gasped as the claws went through my stomach and out my back. "No...no..." I slowly blacked out, blood seeping through my fingers as I struggled to keep my life from draining onto the black ground, Logan's leering face smirking at me.
I came to in a blood-red field full of wild flowers and my hands went to my stomach, the wretched holes were gone.
"Feel bad Scott?" I looked up at the source of the cooing words. It was 'Jean'. "Wish it would end huh? Terrible, I know, to be blamed by your closest friends." She extended a hand. "Let me end it all for you, no one will never hurt you again Scott." I ignored the hand. "They will never hurt you again, not while I am near. Just say the word and take my hand Scott and you will never have to see them again."
"It was a trick, wasn't it?" I asked solemnly. "You tried to use my friends against me, didn't you?" I looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. "I would never do that to my friends! Never! You here me? Never! Never..."
"Very good Scott, you have passed the second test. One more to go, but can you pass this one?" I wiped my tears.
"What is it?" Cupping my face in her hands she kissed me softly and leaned back up.
"Just a simple question. Who will you choose Scott?" She waved a finger and I drifted into the air, the beautiful yet ghastly scenery disappearing with a wave, leaving us in blackness with soft light filtering down on us. The mirror emerged again, focusing on my body, this time with a tube down my throat. I touched my neck slowly. "Jean? Or Rogue?"
I leave you with that happy note and I do believe that I will be doing Duncan's POV next just to see what is running through that thick head of his. And for all of those Pietro haters out there, Logan is on the hunt! But, will Wolverine kill him or just maim him severely? Wait and see 'cause his POV is coming after Duncan's!