His enormous bulk was beyond anything natural, an aura of evil and pain
engulfed him, and his menacing stride made Mystique's blood run cold. It
was as if he were truly the end. Mystique shuddered; it was a cold grip of
fear that held her, rooted to the spot.
"Apocalypse?" She asked in a cracked voice.
The shadowed figure nodded its head. "A fitting name for the mutant who will rule this hostile and prejudiced planet. The planet inhabited by the very beings who, cast. You. Out. You…and your son."
"You will rule this planet?" Mystique asked, intrigued.
"Yes." Apocalypse hissed. "I will conquer this pathetic planet, and then I will destroy it." There was a vengeful and murderous triumph in his voice.
The mutant removed the cape that shrouded him, and Mystique gasped.
His head was the only human part of him, the rest of his body, if there was a body, was coated in a bulking blue robotic armor. His eyes were cold, and he wore a fixed frown. Mystique knew that when and if he ever smiled, the best advice was to run; far and fast.
"I will need a new aid." The robotic mutant said. He held out his hand to Mystique.
She gave her most sinister smile. "You've just found her."
"Aaaaaah!" Came the voice of Jean from inside her room.
Scott came running, followed closely by the rest of the institute. It was half past midnight, but they were all wide-awake.
They rushed into the room where a terrified Rogue sat stock still on her bed. Professor Xavier wheeled over to Jean.
"Jean! Jean what's the matter? Please Jean snap out of it!"
But Jean was in a trance; her words were jumbled and disoriented.
"Dreams…so…evil…the…nightmares…everything…gone…the…end…NO ESCAPE…HE'S HERE…HE IS THE STORM…HE IS THE END! NOWHERE TO HIDE…COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Jean was hysterical, her words were forced and at the height of her voice. Her eyes were alight with the flame of anger and fear, her flaming red hair flew around her in her thrashing, and her screams sounded of a fierce bird of prey dominating the sky.
Ororo was at a loss for words. "She is so…she looks like…"
The Professor nodded, "Yes Ororo, she resembles…a Phoenix"
It was the next day, Jean was back to normal but with quite a few headaches, she liked her new name…Phoenix it was better than Jean Grey at least. Maybe life would be better from now on. But with this new threat, she knew it would never be the same.
Wow! Okay, I didn't expect this fic to go this way. I apologize if I got anything mixed up but this is purely MY version. Anyways, I hope you liked it. Because it's not over. Next story to hit the site soon. I truly believe no story is complete until every uncertainty is cleared up. See you in book two! Bye! Love ya all!
"Apocalypse?" She asked in a cracked voice.
The shadowed figure nodded its head. "A fitting name for the mutant who will rule this hostile and prejudiced planet. The planet inhabited by the very beings who, cast. You. Out. You…and your son."
"You will rule this planet?" Mystique asked, intrigued.
"Yes." Apocalypse hissed. "I will conquer this pathetic planet, and then I will destroy it." There was a vengeful and murderous triumph in his voice.
The mutant removed the cape that shrouded him, and Mystique gasped.
His head was the only human part of him, the rest of his body, if there was a body, was coated in a bulking blue robotic armor. His eyes were cold, and he wore a fixed frown. Mystique knew that when and if he ever smiled, the best advice was to run; far and fast.
"I will need a new aid." The robotic mutant said. He held out his hand to Mystique.
She gave her most sinister smile. "You've just found her."
"Aaaaaah!" Came the voice of Jean from inside her room.
Scott came running, followed closely by the rest of the institute. It was half past midnight, but they were all wide-awake.
They rushed into the room where a terrified Rogue sat stock still on her bed. Professor Xavier wheeled over to Jean.
"Jean! Jean what's the matter? Please Jean snap out of it!"
But Jean was in a trance; her words were jumbled and disoriented.
"Dreams…so…evil…the…nightmares…everything…gone…the…end…NO ESCAPE…HE'S HERE…HE IS THE STORM…HE IS THE END! NOWHERE TO HIDE…COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Jean was hysterical, her words were forced and at the height of her voice. Her eyes were alight with the flame of anger and fear, her flaming red hair flew around her in her thrashing, and her screams sounded of a fierce bird of prey dominating the sky.
Ororo was at a loss for words. "She is so…she looks like…"
The Professor nodded, "Yes Ororo, she resembles…a Phoenix"
It was the next day, Jean was back to normal but with quite a few headaches, she liked her new name…Phoenix it was better than Jean Grey at least. Maybe life would be better from now on. But with this new threat, she knew it would never be the same.
Wow! Okay, I didn't expect this fic to go this way. I apologize if I got anything mixed up but this is purely MY version. Anyways, I hope you liked it. Because it's not over. Next story to hit the site soon. I truly believe no story is complete until every uncertainty is cleared up. See you in book two! Bye! Love ya all!