Chapter Seven: Climatic Battle

Disclaimer: I own no Marvel characters. Not even Anya. ;_; Oh well. However, Mouse, Orana, Starrie, Sunnie and Adrianna are mine. Thank you very much.

Chapter Seven! Wow! I hope you're enjoying this... If you are, please be sure to review and let me know! ^_~*

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The wind whistled through the balcony, as Adrianna faced off with Xavier. For a very long moment, they simply stood there, neither moving. Adrianna lowered her face and began to chuckle gutturally.

"Anya, you'll come back to my service again, whether you wish it or not." With that, swells of power began to gather around Adrianna. The balcony began to shake, and the vines withered. A moment later, the parfait cup flew through the air, knocking firmly against Adrianna's shoulder. She cried out in an enraged voice as the cup embedded its dull edge into her flesh. Xavier turned to see who had thrown the cup.

"Anya?" He asked quietly. Mean Anya was standing with a defiant grin on her face.

"I shall never be in your service again." She stated arduously as the other two Anya's peeked around her cautiously.

Adrianna chuckled again, pulling the cup from her shoulder. A stream of dark blood flowed from the wound that was only in existence for a moment, before it healed itself.

"Have you forgotten my power, Anya?" Adrianna asked, her red eyes beginning to glow. "Or have you never witnessed this form?"

Adrianna's body began to change in that moment. She became a large, terrible shape, a black muscular mass with wings of fire sprouting from her back. The wings intertwined with her hair, which had also become a mass of fire, and her bright eyes glittered with evil. She was now quite enormous, towering over the Anyas and Xavier.

"Feel my power!" She growled, and flapped her winds, sending a torrent of fire at them.

As expected, all three of the Anyas screamed in a terrible voice as Xavier tried gallantly to defend them.

But there was simply too much flame.

"Anya... Can you not help me?" He asked in a breathless tone. "If you three... Were to become one... Surely you could defeat this monster!"

The Anyas heard him despite the roar of the fire and their own cries. Little Anya was embraced by the Silent Anya, and they quietly fused in to one being.

"Anya." This being spoke to the other Anya. "I am the embodiment of your memories and emotions. Will you accept me?" She offered a hand to the other Anya, who was quivering.

"But... What will happen to me?" She asked in a plaintive voice.

The fused Anya smiled and wiped a tear from the eye of the remaining Anya. "We shall all be one. Do not fear, Anya." She spoke softly, waiting for a response.

"Yes! I don't want to be alone anymore!" She cried, diving into the arms of herself.

"This is for the best." She sighed as they were surrounded by a pure light, which fused them to one persona.

"Adrianna!" She cried, knocking back the assault of flame. "You shall no longer inhabit my mind! Be gone!"

With that, a swell of power flowed from around her, knocking everyone from her mind.

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When Xavier came to, Orana was shaking his shoulders, crying his name. She blinked her black eyes in surprise when he came to.

"You know that Majestrix Lilandra would have my head if you were to perish from under my care." She stated in a tone that was strangely relieved. She stood up strait once again, and turned to the door, causing her long orchid hair to swirl behind her. "I'll be waiting in the hallway if you need me."

Xavier smiled and turned his attention to Anya, who was sitting up in the medical bed, staring at him.

"I suppose that I owe you a favor now." She said quietly.

"There is only one that I would ask of you." He responded in a cautious tone.

"What favor is that, Professor Charles Francis Xavier?" She asked, catching him off-guard with the use of his middle name. After a short moment for him to recover, he answered her.

"Tell me about yourself."

"Agreed."

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