Ororo's Deathbed
Author's Notes: This new section is short, yes, I understand. It also leaves a lot of questions, but little action left to be done. In the next two or three chapters the story may come to a close, but many questions will be answered. Romance will be exhibited. And there will be a lot of angry Jean fans. :-D
...Continued
Jean Grey stood there, in her telekinetic shield, very confident that she had already won the battle. Having defeated her closest friends with her hands down, she saw Ororo as no threat, especially since she was sick and her body was steadily weakening. "This is it, Ororo. Just give up. As soon as you sleep, your mind will be mine, and there is no way you can get inside my telekinetic force field." Jean says, seeming self-assured for victory, but knowing Ororo had one of the strongest barriers against psychic probes. She had been trained by Xavier, as did the other X-Men, but she had been paid much attention to. If the slightest psychic influence entered her mind and released her self-control the results would be devastating. Jean knew, the weakest time of Ororo's mind, would be while she rested. Although the red head considered this to be a stumbling block, she did not let it take down her security in triumph.
Ororo, as usual, has a stern look on her face with her thin eye brows pointing down and inward as she frowns. Her foggy white eyes began to glow with lightning, as her entire body became a lightning rod. Her caramel lips were hidden under the amazing light, but there was no doubt when her voice spoke, "Jean, have you forgotten? I am already inside your force field."
"That is foolishness," Jean said with a smirk on her face, "I would expect a wise word from you, Ororo." Her red lipstick reflected Ororo's lightning display, as Ororo did not respond to Jean's latter comment.
From inside Jean's own force field formed a sharp zap of lightning into Jean's stomach. The temperature inside the force field rose with the emergence of the lightning bolt to 100º F. It would have normally been much hotter than that, but Ororo was not willing to kill a friend when other things could have been done to stop the worst from happening. Another bolt of lightning came from the edge of the force field just as quickly and knocked Jean in the back, making her lose balance and control, causing the force field to dissipate.
"Although my body is out here, the elements are everywhere. Are you foolish enough to believe that you are capable of destroying me: Mistress of the Elements? When the day comes when you defeat me, Jean, then the world's end has truly descended upon the Earth. Until then, any chances that you will overtake me are futile," Ororo says, sometimes breaking up her words with a cough. "And although I would normally find a better adjective to describe such foolish behavior, I find the lesser word more appropriate. Jean, you are an idiot for believing you could ever defeat me."
Jean slowly crawled to her feet, supporting herself on a tree bark. Her skin had burn marks across what was once smooth and silky ivory-colored skin. Her short hair was tattered and her shirt was missing pieces across its middle and back from the lightning, which turned her torso into a red patch. "You witch!" Jean said as she threw a mental bolt into Ororo's mind. Storm did not budge, move, or quirk with pain.
"You forgot about me," Sierra says as she comes out of the sliding glass door, holding the hand of Darè. She had bruises on her arms and back from the books and her hair was a mess, but that in no way weakened her psychic interference abilities. Jean's own attack bounced off the invisible barrier and hit Jean in her mind. Her head went flying backwards and the rest of her body followed as her back was scratched against the rough bark of a tree. The tree seemed to sprout vines spontaneously with thorns lined all across them. They took Jean's body and pinned it against the tree trunk and the thorns pierced her skin.
Ororo turned to face the two students of the Institute and gave them a nod of gratitude before walking to where Jean was laying. "I apologize that I must do this my friend," she said as Jean's body became encased in a box of ice, and a continuous winter blizzard continued its fury inside. Slowly but surely, the helpless body froze. It was the only way to stop Jean from her plot without killing her. "I am sorry sister," Ororo says as Jean's heart slows to a beat where she will remain in a permanent rest until Ororo decides to remove her from the icy cell.
Brown eyes looked to the icy box in confusion, betrayal, and disapproval. Ororo thought to herself: 'Why did it have to be this way? And why did Scott leave just before all of this took place? Is it possible that he knew and was too afraid to tell me? How could Xavier lose such control and go into such a deep sleep just by walking in my mind? Perhaps the majority of my sickness had been created by Jean's mental attacks on me. It did seem as if every time I began to sleep things began to get much worse than before. But I do not understand why Jean would do something like this. Perhaps-" her thoughts were cut off as she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Ms. Munroe, what do we do now?" Sierra asked with tired eyes.
As Ororo prepared to answer, she felt a sudden drop in energy and heaviness in her knees. Nearly vomiting, she fell face forward.
"Ms. Munroe!"
Author's Notes: This new section is short, yes, I understand. It also leaves a lot of questions, but little action left to be done. In the next two or three chapters the story may come to a close, but many questions will be answered. Romance will be exhibited. And there will be a lot of angry Jean fans. :-D
...Continued
Jean Grey stood there, in her telekinetic shield, very confident that she had already won the battle. Having defeated her closest friends with her hands down, she saw Ororo as no threat, especially since she was sick and her body was steadily weakening. "This is it, Ororo. Just give up. As soon as you sleep, your mind will be mine, and there is no way you can get inside my telekinetic force field." Jean says, seeming self-assured for victory, but knowing Ororo had one of the strongest barriers against psychic probes. She had been trained by Xavier, as did the other X-Men, but she had been paid much attention to. If the slightest psychic influence entered her mind and released her self-control the results would be devastating. Jean knew, the weakest time of Ororo's mind, would be while she rested. Although the red head considered this to be a stumbling block, she did not let it take down her security in triumph.
Ororo, as usual, has a stern look on her face with her thin eye brows pointing down and inward as she frowns. Her foggy white eyes began to glow with lightning, as her entire body became a lightning rod. Her caramel lips were hidden under the amazing light, but there was no doubt when her voice spoke, "Jean, have you forgotten? I am already inside your force field."
"That is foolishness," Jean said with a smirk on her face, "I would expect a wise word from you, Ororo." Her red lipstick reflected Ororo's lightning display, as Ororo did not respond to Jean's latter comment.
From inside Jean's own force field formed a sharp zap of lightning into Jean's stomach. The temperature inside the force field rose with the emergence of the lightning bolt to 100º F. It would have normally been much hotter than that, but Ororo was not willing to kill a friend when other things could have been done to stop the worst from happening. Another bolt of lightning came from the edge of the force field just as quickly and knocked Jean in the back, making her lose balance and control, causing the force field to dissipate.
"Although my body is out here, the elements are everywhere. Are you foolish enough to believe that you are capable of destroying me: Mistress of the Elements? When the day comes when you defeat me, Jean, then the world's end has truly descended upon the Earth. Until then, any chances that you will overtake me are futile," Ororo says, sometimes breaking up her words with a cough. "And although I would normally find a better adjective to describe such foolish behavior, I find the lesser word more appropriate. Jean, you are an idiot for believing you could ever defeat me."
Jean slowly crawled to her feet, supporting herself on a tree bark. Her skin had burn marks across what was once smooth and silky ivory-colored skin. Her short hair was tattered and her shirt was missing pieces across its middle and back from the lightning, which turned her torso into a red patch. "You witch!" Jean said as she threw a mental bolt into Ororo's mind. Storm did not budge, move, or quirk with pain.
"You forgot about me," Sierra says as she comes out of the sliding glass door, holding the hand of Darè. She had bruises on her arms and back from the books and her hair was a mess, but that in no way weakened her psychic interference abilities. Jean's own attack bounced off the invisible barrier and hit Jean in her mind. Her head went flying backwards and the rest of her body followed as her back was scratched against the rough bark of a tree. The tree seemed to sprout vines spontaneously with thorns lined all across them. They took Jean's body and pinned it against the tree trunk and the thorns pierced her skin.
Ororo turned to face the two students of the Institute and gave them a nod of gratitude before walking to where Jean was laying. "I apologize that I must do this my friend," she said as Jean's body became encased in a box of ice, and a continuous winter blizzard continued its fury inside. Slowly but surely, the helpless body froze. It was the only way to stop Jean from her plot without killing her. "I am sorry sister," Ororo says as Jean's heart slows to a beat where she will remain in a permanent rest until Ororo decides to remove her from the icy cell.
Brown eyes looked to the icy box in confusion, betrayal, and disapproval. Ororo thought to herself: 'Why did it have to be this way? And why did Scott leave just before all of this took place? Is it possible that he knew and was too afraid to tell me? How could Xavier lose such control and go into such a deep sleep just by walking in my mind? Perhaps the majority of my sickness had been created by Jean's mental attacks on me. It did seem as if every time I began to sleep things began to get much worse than before. But I do not understand why Jean would do something like this. Perhaps-" her thoughts were cut off as she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Ms. Munroe, what do we do now?" Sierra asked with tired eyes.
As Ororo prepared to answer, she felt a sudden drop in energy and heaviness in her knees. Nearly vomiting, she fell face forward.
"Ms. Munroe!"