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"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men movie, cartoon, or comic. :'(
R/R and Enjoy! (Please review!)
This Ch. also takes place in Canada.
Also, sorry for being away so long. Lazy me. And then, when I tried to do some writing, it came out crappy. *le sigh* I had to take a few days to get the words coming out easily. And I wanted to make sure this was good, being that it's an important chapter.
This is it, folks. :D I really liked writing this chappy!
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Jason stayed outside of the room on Emma's instructions. It bothered a part of him; he wanted to know what was going on. Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the door filled him with apprehension. But, he also felt a sense of relief. He could take a break from his lies and rest. Emma would take charge of the situation and control the Phoenix.
So Jason waited outside, patiently. He hoped it went well, whatever Emma was doing. But, he realized with slight relief, Jean Grey, along with the Phoenix was no longer his problem.
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Emma closed her eyes and then felt the familiar sensation of touching another's mind. It was an odd feeling, breaking into an other person's mind.
She could immediately sense Jean's feelings of violation. Emma grinned inwardly at Jean's embarrassment. She was wondering whether Emma could see the tiny little thoughts that she wanted to be kept secret from the rest of the world.
After enjoying herself observing Jean's mind, she went to work. Implanting false memories and habits was quite simple, not nearly as hard as imagined. Emma could sense Jean's growing wonder at these memories.
And then she felt something else. Emma paused and tried to feel out this oddity, almost like a whole different mind within Jean's. Then it dawned upon her. This thing, the thinking and seeing mind that seemed to be made of fire, was the Phoenix.
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Jean felt strange. It was almost as if she was floating. She felt exposed, as if she was naked and Emma was staring at her. More than anything else at the moment, Jean wanted to close herself off. But she remembered Jason's words. He had told her that Emma could help her remember everything she had lost. So she forced herself to take the sense of embarrassment that was quickly rising in her system. This, though, was quickly forgotten when the memories came.
She could see herself dancing in the dark with Jason, having a gab session with Emma on the phone about marriage and children, lying in the dark with Jason by her side, picking out an apartment, and so many others.
*This,* Jean thought, *is what I was missing.* Looking through all the memories and living through them, Jean felt happiness and appreciation towards Emma.
And then, quite suddenly, it stopped. Everything seemed to go dark. Jean tried to breathe but found herself unable to. Her whole body was still, unmovable. Something was wrong. Jean tried to shout, to scream but found she was unable to. Whatever Emma was doing to her was killing her.
*Oh God,* she whispered to no one, *Please stop.*
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Emma called to the floating consciousness, the fiery being that was hidden deep within Jean Grey. She wanted to see inside it, try to understand it, so that she could use it to her benefit. But it seemed that something was controlling the second mind, or at least holding it back. Emma found this unacceptable and started, at once, to try and bring forth this consciousness.
It took coaxing and strong telepathy, but after a good ten minutes, the consciousness of the Phoenix was freed. Emma waited patiently, giving it a second before prying inside it to look. As she prepared to search the mind, she felt a strong force push her back.
She was being pushed out, forced out of the mind of Jean Grey. Emma fought with all her might but found it impossible to win against so strong a mind. Swearing slightly, she let herself be forced out of the stronger mind.
Back in her own body, Emma looked at Jean, who had fallen on her side on the mattress. Her eyes were closed and her body was still. Emma suddenly was hit with a strong sense of foreboding.
"You shouldn't have done that," a small voice came from Jean's mouth. She wasn't awake, yet she was speaking.
*That's NOT a good sign,* Emma thought unhappily. She leaned in toward Jean and pressed a thin hand on her shoulder. "Jean?"
Without warning, her eyes were open and her body shot up. Emma gasped in surprised and watched with her cold blue eyes as Jean Grey stood up. Only, she realized as she looked into eyes that burned, it wasn't Jean Grey.
"Phoenix," Emma mumbled softly. For once, she looked completely taken aback. The puppet of Jean (Phoenix holding the strings, of course) smiled at Emma and thrust her right hand forward. Emma flew backward, her whole body moving faster than her mind could register. She stopped only when she hit the wall with a crack, her head bumping on a sharp edge of a table. "Damn it." Emma muttered, fighting the black fog that rolled into her vision. She knew, if she didn't fight, she'd go unconscious. "No!"
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Jason saw her exiting the room and had a sudden sense of foreboding. Logic told him that Emma would be right behind Jean, still whispering things into her ear. But as he looked into the red head's eyes, he knew something had gone wrong.
These eyes were not the kind green eyes he had looked into for the past few days. These eyes were harsh and red rimmed. This was the Phoenix.
Jason was on his feet immediately, his mind set on getting out of the cabin. He wanted to run, needed to run, to get the hell away from this woman.
"Not so fast," Jean called and Jason was suddenly stuck in place. Fear took hold of him, as well as desperation. He knew he wouldn't escape, but he still fought. "Jason Wyngarde, the great liar. I want to repay you for your lies, Jason." The Phoenix smiled. It was a deceptive gesture, seemingly sweet and innocent- that of Jean Grey. But there was an almost unnoticeable amount of malice in it.
Jason closed his eyes to block himself from that disturbing smile. He was breathing hard and irregularly and was shuddering. "Please..." he spat, "Please have mercy! Please. Don't kill me!"
"Mercy?" The puppet Jean grinned and let out a soft chuckle. "No. Never." She took a step closer to Jason, closing in on him. He struggled to move his left leg, just lift it an inch, but couldn't manage it. He whimpered loudly.
The Phoenix seemed to enjoy the sounds emanating from him, the soft, childlike sounds of fear and hopelessness. She reached out to Jason and let her fingers brush up against his cheek, over his scar. "You're such an ugly man, Jason. No wonder you made me see that handsome illusion." A small tear cascaded down the man's cheek. "I grow tired of you, Jason. I think I'll kill you now."
Jean's eyes grew red, a mix of fire and blood. Jason trembled uncontrollably as he felt his whole body being squeezed, as if by a large boa. He started to cough, finding it hard to catch a breath.
And then it stopped. Jason felt himself free from the Phoenix's terrible powers. He could move and didn't hesitate to use this to his advantage, running out of the cabin and barely sparing the woman a glance. To him, it didn't matter much what had preoccupied the Phoenix; his only thought was on surviving.
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The Phoenix turned, an incredible amount of hatred in her eyes. She had been enjoying herself, watching the man die. And then she had been disturbed; something large and hard had hit her squarely in the head.
"No one," Emma's voice came from behind her, "hurts me without receiving some type of punishment."
"Emma," Phoenix smiled, "So good that you have come to me. Now you can die, and," she grinned, "I don't have to make that extra trip to find you under the rubble."
"I don't think so, bitch." Emma growled, her self-control gone. [A/N: CHICK FIGHT!!! (lol)] She looked little like the well-dressed, genteel woman who had arrived at the cabin earlier. Her clothes were a mess and her hair stained with her blood from the object the Phoenix had thrown at her. Her eyes were full of fury and her body seemed both lithe and tense.
Emma closed her eyes and let her powers take over. She would break the Phoenix, or so she thought, by destroying its mind. But soon found it a bit easier said than done. The Phoenix's mind was very well guarded, mental walls blocking its enemies. Emma put all her powers into breaking in, but could not do it. She realized this and opened her eyes. Her powers would be useless against this thing that paraded in a woman's body. Emma felt the first cold ropes of fear tighten around her body. She knew death was imminent if she wasn't careful. Phoenix was closing in on her, she had to do something, she realized unhappily.
"Jean..." Emma began to speak, hands up to show that she didn't want trouble.
"Not Jean," Phoenix smiled, shaking her head almost playfully. She was enjoying the taste of fear.
"Phoenix," Emma forced a smile in spite of how she was feeling, "You don't have to do this." The blond backed up slowly, trying to keep the distance between them. "I can... help you, show you this world. It's all new to you. You'll need money, possessions. I can give you anything you need."
"I think," Phoenix spoke softly, running a thin finger through flaming hair, "I can take care of myself, *Emma dear*." She strode over to Emma, getting closer and closer until they were merely steps apart. The puppet-Jean smiled a disturbing smile and then said, "You know, Emma, I didn't thank you for setting me free."
"Heh..." Emma let out a heavy breath. She opened her mouth, ready with some kind of retort. But then, as her lips moved to speak, everything went bright and she felt a searing pain.
The last thing Emma Frost saw before blacking out was the smiling face of Jean Grey, wreathed in flame. "Thank you, Emma. So very much."
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Hey hey!! My bday is tomorrow (aug 12)! Light me a candle and start worshipping!!!! (grin). Anyway, wasn't that ending fun? I loved it *hehehe*. Plz review. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I've been having some stressful days- it took forever to get the words flowing right. But hey, review and I'll update sooner. :):):)
Next ch- Fun and madness (aka Blood and Fire). THe Phoenix is on the prowl, but for how long?
Reviewers: Where the hell did all of you go? *crossing fingers that you all show back up to review this one*
Eadha Ohn- LOL. Yup, that Emma is an evil bitch. *giving you the right to bitch slap her* She got hers here, but who knows... maybe she'll be back. *grin*
RogueCajun- You're Pyro clone has been sent to your house and should arrive within the next 5 minutes :D. I'm SO buying the magical Xmen actiion figures!! Thanx for the review ^-^
drama-nerd016- O.O High Jackman with long hair *drool*. hehehe. Thanx for the review!!!
Right, see you all next chapter and don't forget- Embrace the darkness. ^_^ ~Wicked
"Descent of the Phoenix" By: Wicked-Wytch
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men movie, cartoon, or comic. :'(
R/R and Enjoy! (Please review!)
This Ch. also takes place in Canada.
Also, sorry for being away so long. Lazy me. And then, when I tried to do some writing, it came out crappy. *le sigh* I had to take a few days to get the words coming out easily. And I wanted to make sure this was good, being that it's an important chapter.
This is it, folks. :D I really liked writing this chappy!
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Jason stayed outside of the room on Emma's instructions. It bothered a part of him; he wanted to know what was going on. Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the door filled him with apprehension. But, he also felt a sense of relief. He could take a break from his lies and rest. Emma would take charge of the situation and control the Phoenix.
So Jason waited outside, patiently. He hoped it went well, whatever Emma was doing. But, he realized with slight relief, Jean Grey, along with the Phoenix was no longer his problem.
~~~~~
Emma closed her eyes and then felt the familiar sensation of touching another's mind. It was an odd feeling, breaking into an other person's mind.
She could immediately sense Jean's feelings of violation. Emma grinned inwardly at Jean's embarrassment. She was wondering whether Emma could see the tiny little thoughts that she wanted to be kept secret from the rest of the world.
After enjoying herself observing Jean's mind, she went to work. Implanting false memories and habits was quite simple, not nearly as hard as imagined. Emma could sense Jean's growing wonder at these memories.
And then she felt something else. Emma paused and tried to feel out this oddity, almost like a whole different mind within Jean's. Then it dawned upon her. This thing, the thinking and seeing mind that seemed to be made of fire, was the Phoenix.
~~~~~
Jean felt strange. It was almost as if she was floating. She felt exposed, as if she was naked and Emma was staring at her. More than anything else at the moment, Jean wanted to close herself off. But she remembered Jason's words. He had told her that Emma could help her remember everything she had lost. So she forced herself to take the sense of embarrassment that was quickly rising in her system. This, though, was quickly forgotten when the memories came.
She could see herself dancing in the dark with Jason, having a gab session with Emma on the phone about marriage and children, lying in the dark with Jason by her side, picking out an apartment, and so many others.
*This,* Jean thought, *is what I was missing.* Looking through all the memories and living through them, Jean felt happiness and appreciation towards Emma.
And then, quite suddenly, it stopped. Everything seemed to go dark. Jean tried to breathe but found herself unable to. Her whole body was still, unmovable. Something was wrong. Jean tried to shout, to scream but found she was unable to. Whatever Emma was doing to her was killing her.
*Oh God,* she whispered to no one, *Please stop.*
~~~~~
Emma called to the floating consciousness, the fiery being that was hidden deep within Jean Grey. She wanted to see inside it, try to understand it, so that she could use it to her benefit. But it seemed that something was controlling the second mind, or at least holding it back. Emma found this unacceptable and started, at once, to try and bring forth this consciousness.
It took coaxing and strong telepathy, but after a good ten minutes, the consciousness of the Phoenix was freed. Emma waited patiently, giving it a second before prying inside it to look. As she prepared to search the mind, she felt a strong force push her back.
She was being pushed out, forced out of the mind of Jean Grey. Emma fought with all her might but found it impossible to win against so strong a mind. Swearing slightly, she let herself be forced out of the stronger mind.
Back in her own body, Emma looked at Jean, who had fallen on her side on the mattress. Her eyes were closed and her body was still. Emma suddenly was hit with a strong sense of foreboding.
"You shouldn't have done that," a small voice came from Jean's mouth. She wasn't awake, yet she was speaking.
*That's NOT a good sign,* Emma thought unhappily. She leaned in toward Jean and pressed a thin hand on her shoulder. "Jean?"
Without warning, her eyes were open and her body shot up. Emma gasped in surprised and watched with her cold blue eyes as Jean Grey stood up. Only, she realized as she looked into eyes that burned, it wasn't Jean Grey.
"Phoenix," Emma mumbled softly. For once, she looked completely taken aback. The puppet of Jean (Phoenix holding the strings, of course) smiled at Emma and thrust her right hand forward. Emma flew backward, her whole body moving faster than her mind could register. She stopped only when she hit the wall with a crack, her head bumping on a sharp edge of a table. "Damn it." Emma muttered, fighting the black fog that rolled into her vision. She knew, if she didn't fight, she'd go unconscious. "No!"
~~~~~
Jason saw her exiting the room and had a sudden sense of foreboding. Logic told him that Emma would be right behind Jean, still whispering things into her ear. But as he looked into the red head's eyes, he knew something had gone wrong.
These eyes were not the kind green eyes he had looked into for the past few days. These eyes were harsh and red rimmed. This was the Phoenix.
Jason was on his feet immediately, his mind set on getting out of the cabin. He wanted to run, needed to run, to get the hell away from this woman.
"Not so fast," Jean called and Jason was suddenly stuck in place. Fear took hold of him, as well as desperation. He knew he wouldn't escape, but he still fought. "Jason Wyngarde, the great liar. I want to repay you for your lies, Jason." The Phoenix smiled. It was a deceptive gesture, seemingly sweet and innocent- that of Jean Grey. But there was an almost unnoticeable amount of malice in it.
Jason closed his eyes to block himself from that disturbing smile. He was breathing hard and irregularly and was shuddering. "Please..." he spat, "Please have mercy! Please. Don't kill me!"
"Mercy?" The puppet Jean grinned and let out a soft chuckle. "No. Never." She took a step closer to Jason, closing in on him. He struggled to move his left leg, just lift it an inch, but couldn't manage it. He whimpered loudly.
The Phoenix seemed to enjoy the sounds emanating from him, the soft, childlike sounds of fear and hopelessness. She reached out to Jason and let her fingers brush up against his cheek, over his scar. "You're such an ugly man, Jason. No wonder you made me see that handsome illusion." A small tear cascaded down the man's cheek. "I grow tired of you, Jason. I think I'll kill you now."
Jean's eyes grew red, a mix of fire and blood. Jason trembled uncontrollably as he felt his whole body being squeezed, as if by a large boa. He started to cough, finding it hard to catch a breath.
And then it stopped. Jason felt himself free from the Phoenix's terrible powers. He could move and didn't hesitate to use this to his advantage, running out of the cabin and barely sparing the woman a glance. To him, it didn't matter much what had preoccupied the Phoenix; his only thought was on surviving.
~~~~~
The Phoenix turned, an incredible amount of hatred in her eyes. She had been enjoying herself, watching the man die. And then she had been disturbed; something large and hard had hit her squarely in the head.
"No one," Emma's voice came from behind her, "hurts me without receiving some type of punishment."
"Emma," Phoenix smiled, "So good that you have come to me. Now you can die, and," she grinned, "I don't have to make that extra trip to find you under the rubble."
"I don't think so, bitch." Emma growled, her self-control gone. [A/N: CHICK FIGHT!!! (lol)] She looked little like the well-dressed, genteel woman who had arrived at the cabin earlier. Her clothes were a mess and her hair stained with her blood from the object the Phoenix had thrown at her. Her eyes were full of fury and her body seemed both lithe and tense.
Emma closed her eyes and let her powers take over. She would break the Phoenix, or so she thought, by destroying its mind. But soon found it a bit easier said than done. The Phoenix's mind was very well guarded, mental walls blocking its enemies. Emma put all her powers into breaking in, but could not do it. She realized this and opened her eyes. Her powers would be useless against this thing that paraded in a woman's body. Emma felt the first cold ropes of fear tighten around her body. She knew death was imminent if she wasn't careful. Phoenix was closing in on her, she had to do something, she realized unhappily.
"Jean..." Emma began to speak, hands up to show that she didn't want trouble.
"Not Jean," Phoenix smiled, shaking her head almost playfully. She was enjoying the taste of fear.
"Phoenix," Emma forced a smile in spite of how she was feeling, "You don't have to do this." The blond backed up slowly, trying to keep the distance between them. "I can... help you, show you this world. It's all new to you. You'll need money, possessions. I can give you anything you need."
"I think," Phoenix spoke softly, running a thin finger through flaming hair, "I can take care of myself, *Emma dear*." She strode over to Emma, getting closer and closer until they were merely steps apart. The puppet-Jean smiled a disturbing smile and then said, "You know, Emma, I didn't thank you for setting me free."
"Heh..." Emma let out a heavy breath. She opened her mouth, ready with some kind of retort. But then, as her lips moved to speak, everything went bright and she felt a searing pain.
The last thing Emma Frost saw before blacking out was the smiling face of Jean Grey, wreathed in flame. "Thank you, Emma. So very much."
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Hey hey!! My bday is tomorrow (aug 12)! Light me a candle and start worshipping!!!! (grin). Anyway, wasn't that ending fun? I loved it *hehehe*. Plz review. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I've been having some stressful days- it took forever to get the words flowing right. But hey, review and I'll update sooner. :):):)
Next ch- Fun and madness (aka Blood and Fire). THe Phoenix is on the prowl, but for how long?
Reviewers: Where the hell did all of you go? *crossing fingers that you all show back up to review this one*
Eadha Ohn- LOL. Yup, that Emma is an evil bitch. *giving you the right to bitch slap her* She got hers here, but who knows... maybe she'll be back. *grin*
RogueCajun- You're Pyro clone has been sent to your house and should arrive within the next 5 minutes :D. I'm SO buying the magical Xmen actiion figures!! Thanx for the review ^-^
drama-nerd016- O.O High Jackman with long hair *drool*. hehehe. Thanx for the review!!!
Right, see you all next chapter and don't forget- Embrace the darkness. ^_^ ~Wicked
