Ororo's Deathbed
Author's Notes: There's more coming soon. A lot of action this section and hidden romance. We're somewhere near the climax here, I'm guessing so soon everything should be becoming clear.
...Continued
"What do ya mean ya own methods?" Rogue said with green eyes concentrated on Jean.
Just then Logan bust into the room with a bandaged around his waist and abdominal region. His blue eyes first looked down to the fallen books, then to the back of Rogue and a glowing Jean Grey. "I heard a crash," he says with a gruff voice as he steps in, much slower than he had when pushing open the large library doors.
"Logan, this doesn't concern you. It's girl talk. We're okay though," Jean said with a smile to Logan.
"Well let's talk girlies," Logan said sarcastically as he steadied his position, and stood with his arms crossed.
"Logan, please, this is a private conversation," Jean said with green eyes as her invisible telekinetic shield dropped and she walked over to the blue- haired man. She let her thin, ivory-colored hand rub through the strands of his unique hairstyle, "Please?" she begged with a familiar puppy-dog eye scheme and a poked-out bottom lip like a baby.
"Anything for that face," Logan said as he rubbed his rough facial hairs against Jean's smooth, cool, skin and walked out of the room, closing the large doors behind him with a smile.
Jean stood there for a moment, running her fingers backward through her hair as she looked at Rogue who remained silent. When Logan came crashing through the wall, Rogue made an 180degree turn and looked in shock. She watched as the short runt was thrown into a bookcase and the shelves caved in on his body. Jean walked over to him and then it was obvious she was responsible for this. "I'm a psychic you moron! Didn't you think I could read your mind and knew you would still spy on us? You should have been dead already. Just be glad that lightning bolt didn't hit any adamantium!"
"Jean! Why?" Ororo asked, as she stood in the room now, with Sierra and Darè behind her in a defensive stand. In the strangest of scenarios, there stood five mutants, in a situation where the entire cause of disagreement was unknown.
"Ororo, why what?" Jean said as she slowly walked towards her white-haired friend. "I thought you trusted me. You told me that you trusted me, that I had nothing to worry about."
Ororo's body was not up for the physical stress that this late night agenda was calling out for. Her eyes were a foggy white. At the times she would cough, a thunder rolled instead. At the moments that she would prepare to sneeze, there would be a lightning bolt shocking the night sky. "Jean," Ororo began, "It is quite frightening to put my trust in you if you have so half-heartedly thrown Logan aside as you have. It is as if you are losing your mind!"
"I'm not the one losing my mind," Jean says with a snicker as she stops walking, "You're the one dreaming about lime green slugs and a box." A smile crosses Jean's lips as her eyes looked straight into Ororo and the thunder begins to roll non-stop. Ororo is on her knees, holding her stomach, as the sky pleads for mercy from her.
"Get out of her mind!" Sierra yells from behind as she charges towards Jean but soon suffers the same fate as Wolverine as her teenage body is sent flying into a bookcase and the books bury her alive.
"Sierra!" Darè yells as he finds himself unable to move. "Ms. Grey, what's wrong with you?!"
"You know... for all these years I had Scott all to myself. Please, I basically had all the men in this wretched mansion to myself. The red- haired beauty that everyone wanted to be around, to please, and to adore," Jean began. "Then you came along, you stinking weather witch!" she yelled with fury as she telekinetically lifted Ororo's body and it crashed into the French doors. Glass went tumbling down the back of the Windrider as she was dropped to the floor. "Scott was still entrapped by me, of course. But every time I paid interest to Logan, well, Scott didn't get jealous. He just found a new playmate. Someone he could flirt with while I was away. Someone he could talk to in the middle of the night because he was afraid of my and abilities and myself. No, he didn't want to talk to a telepath, he wanted to talk to a compassionate African goddess! Who are you a goddess over anyway, Ororo? The roaches of the Sahara Desert? Or perhaps just the bugs that will be crawling around your coffin!"
"That's enough Jean!" Rogue yelled as her fist impacted with Jean's back and sent the crazed mutant flying forward and released the pressure on Ororo's mind and Darè's body. Rogue bent down and picked up the fallen Jean before tossing her out of the Library window and watching as she hit the ground with a thud. The auburn-haired Rogue with her white streak, flew out of the window and down to ground level as she approached Jean again. Rogue picked Jean up with her super strength, and flung the helpless body into the bark of a tree. "How could ya lie ta me?" Rogue yelled before turning around at the sound of a sliding, glass door opening from the kitchen.
"Rogue, dear, what are you doing out here in such a staggering hour?" Henry McCoy said as he slowly approached his enraged girlfriend. His eyes were bloodshot read and it looked as if he was struggling to keep them open. When his full surroundings were finally allowed to calculate within his mind, he stopped walking towards Rogue and stared at the fallen Jean Grey through the dark night. He looked up to see Ororo watching from a broken Library window and Remy slowly stepping behind her.
"Remy," Ororo cried as she laid her head on his chest, "How could she do this to me? She was like my sister."
Remy rubbed his hand against her back as she wept in his arms, and neither of them noticed the emergence of Logan from beneath the books. The blue- eyed runt growled at the sight of Ororo being held in Remy's arms. She hadn't made the slightest effort to help him, or perhaps he was just being selfish. After all, she was that needed the affection and comfort, and he hadn't been there to give it.
Rogue looked at Hank, still not answering his question as she began a slow flight toward Jean. They hadn't seen any movement, heard any noises from her since she had met face-to-face with the tree trunk. Then from beneath the darkness of the night came the voice of Jean, "You traitor!" she yelled with fury and it echoed but was soon drained out by a sudden roll of continuous thunder as Ororo went to her knees and the sky coughed for her.
Three trees completely left the ground and their roots as they swatted at Rogue like a bug. Rogue stood there as the wind passed her hair and allowed the trees to hit her. With her feet strongly planted in the ground, her super strength and practical invulnerability came to her aid as the trees left a mold of her body in their thick barks but phased her not a bit. "Ya know what Jean? Ya look as nervous as the three blind mice in a room fulla big cats," Rogue said in her southern accent with her usual southern phrase, "And ah'm takin' you down!" She began to fly through the air and towards Jean, but was unable to stop when she wanted.
Jean made a sound of sly laughter as she telekinetically controlled Rogue's flying body, and she flew fist first into Logan's new motorcycle, dismembering it completely. "Any more takers?" Jean said as she approached the mansion and the lights that were on lit her body.
Hank quickly accepted the proposal as he saw Rogue injured in front of the garage and his large massive hand wrapped around Jean's scrawny throat. "You beast!"
"I'm not the beast, Hank," she snickers, "And I need not fear your physical 'wrath' when I can seep into your mind much faster than you can strangle me," she said.
All the while, thunder was still rolling as Ororo was bent over on her knees. Both Remy and Logan were at her side on their knees, preventing them from being hit by Hank's blue, furry body as it was sent flying through the already broken Library window. "Gambit dun like de way she play, mon a mi," Remy says as he grabs one of the fallen books and kinetically charges it. The books lights up with the odd energy and is sent in no shame at Jean. When Jean turns to see the book, it explodes at Gambit's will and dust is left lingering in the air. He then attempts to comfort Ororo, trying to tell her it was all right and was over. But, his assumption was wrong.
Jean's telekinetic hand lifted the Cajun off the Library floor. His brown trench coat danced like a snake as it grabbed his face and wrapped him tight. The red-eyed Cajun began to suffocate as Jean strangled him in his own coat.
The thunder was beginning to come exceedingly loud as well as lightning began to line up the sky as well. Slowly, but surely, the wind began to pick up as Ororo's forehead began to sweat blood and a strong migraine headache hit her head. "What're you doin' to her?" Wolverine growled at Jean.
"Making sure she dies this time," Jean smiles.
"Ah'll make sure you die, sugah," Rogue says as she comes quickly, and unexpectedly revived, behind Jean. She grabs the long red hair of the former friend at the scalp. She swings Jean around and prepares to release her before she realizes that Jean is no longer there in her hands, just a long red wig. She looked to Jean, whose hair was short and a rusty red color instead of fiery red. "What in tha-" Rogue began before her body was buried under Logan's large, heavy body.
"Now, to finish off you oh wonderful Windrider," Jean says as she floats up to the Library window. Ororo looks at her with fierce brown eyes and prestigious anger crossing her face.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance, Jean," Ororo says with a deep, heavy-accented voice, as she rises to her feet. The thunder and lightning stop as a light drizzle pelts against the ground.
"Really? How will you protect yourself weather witch? Your mind is so disoriented you can't even control the elements correctly. Or will your worshippers protect you?" Jean laughs as she looks around at the fallen mutants, "It seems as if they are all non-worshippers now." Jean's laughter became an enraged shout now, "There you are Ororo! Two lovers, a best friend, and an educated monster! They're all at the doorstep of death because of you!"
Ororo lifted her hands as a gust of wind began to blow from behind her, "I am the mistress of the elements. With a mind or no mind, the weather is still at my will!" Ororo says from beneath the wind as it blows hard against her back but she does not move. The wall flies open like a door and hangs off the mansion only by the connection of other bricks. Books find themselves on the ground outside as Ororo finally lifts her body off the ground and onto a pocket of air. The wind grows stronger as Jean's body flips backward through the air and into a tree. Jean was persistent in her task, and as she emerged from the tree, the blood on her lip was wiped away by her hand. A bolt of lightning came flying down from the sky, but trickled onto the ground around Jean as she encased herself in a telekinetic shield.
"You can do all the spectaculars that you want, Ororo. All I have to do is wait here until you become weary. When that happens, I'll have your mind, and with your mind comes your life!"
Author's Notes: There's more coming soon. A lot of action this section and hidden romance. We're somewhere near the climax here, I'm guessing so soon everything should be becoming clear.
...Continued
"What do ya mean ya own methods?" Rogue said with green eyes concentrated on Jean.
Just then Logan bust into the room with a bandaged around his waist and abdominal region. His blue eyes first looked down to the fallen books, then to the back of Rogue and a glowing Jean Grey. "I heard a crash," he says with a gruff voice as he steps in, much slower than he had when pushing open the large library doors.
"Logan, this doesn't concern you. It's girl talk. We're okay though," Jean said with a smile to Logan.
"Well let's talk girlies," Logan said sarcastically as he steadied his position, and stood with his arms crossed.
"Logan, please, this is a private conversation," Jean said with green eyes as her invisible telekinetic shield dropped and she walked over to the blue- haired man. She let her thin, ivory-colored hand rub through the strands of his unique hairstyle, "Please?" she begged with a familiar puppy-dog eye scheme and a poked-out bottom lip like a baby.
"Anything for that face," Logan said as he rubbed his rough facial hairs against Jean's smooth, cool, skin and walked out of the room, closing the large doors behind him with a smile.
Jean stood there for a moment, running her fingers backward through her hair as she looked at Rogue who remained silent. When Logan came crashing through the wall, Rogue made an 180degree turn and looked in shock. She watched as the short runt was thrown into a bookcase and the shelves caved in on his body. Jean walked over to him and then it was obvious she was responsible for this. "I'm a psychic you moron! Didn't you think I could read your mind and knew you would still spy on us? You should have been dead already. Just be glad that lightning bolt didn't hit any adamantium!"
"Jean! Why?" Ororo asked, as she stood in the room now, with Sierra and Darè behind her in a defensive stand. In the strangest of scenarios, there stood five mutants, in a situation where the entire cause of disagreement was unknown.
"Ororo, why what?" Jean said as she slowly walked towards her white-haired friend. "I thought you trusted me. You told me that you trusted me, that I had nothing to worry about."
Ororo's body was not up for the physical stress that this late night agenda was calling out for. Her eyes were a foggy white. At the times she would cough, a thunder rolled instead. At the moments that she would prepare to sneeze, there would be a lightning bolt shocking the night sky. "Jean," Ororo began, "It is quite frightening to put my trust in you if you have so half-heartedly thrown Logan aside as you have. It is as if you are losing your mind!"
"I'm not the one losing my mind," Jean says with a snicker as she stops walking, "You're the one dreaming about lime green slugs and a box." A smile crosses Jean's lips as her eyes looked straight into Ororo and the thunder begins to roll non-stop. Ororo is on her knees, holding her stomach, as the sky pleads for mercy from her.
"Get out of her mind!" Sierra yells from behind as she charges towards Jean but soon suffers the same fate as Wolverine as her teenage body is sent flying into a bookcase and the books bury her alive.
"Sierra!" Darè yells as he finds himself unable to move. "Ms. Grey, what's wrong with you?!"
"You know... for all these years I had Scott all to myself. Please, I basically had all the men in this wretched mansion to myself. The red- haired beauty that everyone wanted to be around, to please, and to adore," Jean began. "Then you came along, you stinking weather witch!" she yelled with fury as she telekinetically lifted Ororo's body and it crashed into the French doors. Glass went tumbling down the back of the Windrider as she was dropped to the floor. "Scott was still entrapped by me, of course. But every time I paid interest to Logan, well, Scott didn't get jealous. He just found a new playmate. Someone he could flirt with while I was away. Someone he could talk to in the middle of the night because he was afraid of my and abilities and myself. No, he didn't want to talk to a telepath, he wanted to talk to a compassionate African goddess! Who are you a goddess over anyway, Ororo? The roaches of the Sahara Desert? Or perhaps just the bugs that will be crawling around your coffin!"
"That's enough Jean!" Rogue yelled as her fist impacted with Jean's back and sent the crazed mutant flying forward and released the pressure on Ororo's mind and Darè's body. Rogue bent down and picked up the fallen Jean before tossing her out of the Library window and watching as she hit the ground with a thud. The auburn-haired Rogue with her white streak, flew out of the window and down to ground level as she approached Jean again. Rogue picked Jean up with her super strength, and flung the helpless body into the bark of a tree. "How could ya lie ta me?" Rogue yelled before turning around at the sound of a sliding, glass door opening from the kitchen.
"Rogue, dear, what are you doing out here in such a staggering hour?" Henry McCoy said as he slowly approached his enraged girlfriend. His eyes were bloodshot read and it looked as if he was struggling to keep them open. When his full surroundings were finally allowed to calculate within his mind, he stopped walking towards Rogue and stared at the fallen Jean Grey through the dark night. He looked up to see Ororo watching from a broken Library window and Remy slowly stepping behind her.
"Remy," Ororo cried as she laid her head on his chest, "How could she do this to me? She was like my sister."
Remy rubbed his hand against her back as she wept in his arms, and neither of them noticed the emergence of Logan from beneath the books. The blue- eyed runt growled at the sight of Ororo being held in Remy's arms. She hadn't made the slightest effort to help him, or perhaps he was just being selfish. After all, she was that needed the affection and comfort, and he hadn't been there to give it.
Rogue looked at Hank, still not answering his question as she began a slow flight toward Jean. They hadn't seen any movement, heard any noises from her since she had met face-to-face with the tree trunk. Then from beneath the darkness of the night came the voice of Jean, "You traitor!" she yelled with fury and it echoed but was soon drained out by a sudden roll of continuous thunder as Ororo went to her knees and the sky coughed for her.
Three trees completely left the ground and their roots as they swatted at Rogue like a bug. Rogue stood there as the wind passed her hair and allowed the trees to hit her. With her feet strongly planted in the ground, her super strength and practical invulnerability came to her aid as the trees left a mold of her body in their thick barks but phased her not a bit. "Ya know what Jean? Ya look as nervous as the three blind mice in a room fulla big cats," Rogue said in her southern accent with her usual southern phrase, "And ah'm takin' you down!" She began to fly through the air and towards Jean, but was unable to stop when she wanted.
Jean made a sound of sly laughter as she telekinetically controlled Rogue's flying body, and she flew fist first into Logan's new motorcycle, dismembering it completely. "Any more takers?" Jean said as she approached the mansion and the lights that were on lit her body.
Hank quickly accepted the proposal as he saw Rogue injured in front of the garage and his large massive hand wrapped around Jean's scrawny throat. "You beast!"
"I'm not the beast, Hank," she snickers, "And I need not fear your physical 'wrath' when I can seep into your mind much faster than you can strangle me," she said.
All the while, thunder was still rolling as Ororo was bent over on her knees. Both Remy and Logan were at her side on their knees, preventing them from being hit by Hank's blue, furry body as it was sent flying through the already broken Library window. "Gambit dun like de way she play, mon a mi," Remy says as he grabs one of the fallen books and kinetically charges it. The books lights up with the odd energy and is sent in no shame at Jean. When Jean turns to see the book, it explodes at Gambit's will and dust is left lingering in the air. He then attempts to comfort Ororo, trying to tell her it was all right and was over. But, his assumption was wrong.
Jean's telekinetic hand lifted the Cajun off the Library floor. His brown trench coat danced like a snake as it grabbed his face and wrapped him tight. The red-eyed Cajun began to suffocate as Jean strangled him in his own coat.
The thunder was beginning to come exceedingly loud as well as lightning began to line up the sky as well. Slowly, but surely, the wind began to pick up as Ororo's forehead began to sweat blood and a strong migraine headache hit her head. "What're you doin' to her?" Wolverine growled at Jean.
"Making sure she dies this time," Jean smiles.
"Ah'll make sure you die, sugah," Rogue says as she comes quickly, and unexpectedly revived, behind Jean. She grabs the long red hair of the former friend at the scalp. She swings Jean around and prepares to release her before she realizes that Jean is no longer there in her hands, just a long red wig. She looked to Jean, whose hair was short and a rusty red color instead of fiery red. "What in tha-" Rogue began before her body was buried under Logan's large, heavy body.
"Now, to finish off you oh wonderful Windrider," Jean says as she floats up to the Library window. Ororo looks at her with fierce brown eyes and prestigious anger crossing her face.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance, Jean," Ororo says with a deep, heavy-accented voice, as she rises to her feet. The thunder and lightning stop as a light drizzle pelts against the ground.
"Really? How will you protect yourself weather witch? Your mind is so disoriented you can't even control the elements correctly. Or will your worshippers protect you?" Jean laughs as she looks around at the fallen mutants, "It seems as if they are all non-worshippers now." Jean's laughter became an enraged shout now, "There you are Ororo! Two lovers, a best friend, and an educated monster! They're all at the doorstep of death because of you!"
Ororo lifted her hands as a gust of wind began to blow from behind her, "I am the mistress of the elements. With a mind or no mind, the weather is still at my will!" Ororo says from beneath the wind as it blows hard against her back but she does not move. The wall flies open like a door and hangs off the mansion only by the connection of other bricks. Books find themselves on the ground outside as Ororo finally lifts her body off the ground and onto a pocket of air. The wind grows stronger as Jean's body flips backward through the air and into a tree. Jean was persistent in her task, and as she emerged from the tree, the blood on her lip was wiped away by her hand. A bolt of lightning came flying down from the sky, but trickled onto the ground around Jean as she encased herself in a telekinetic shield.
"You can do all the spectaculars that you want, Ororo. All I have to do is wait here until you become weary. When that happens, I'll have your mind, and with your mind comes your life!"