hi!! :) There's been a slight edit to the last chapter
10th
the final chapter of this little tale.
"What's happening." She'd suddenly had a flash of bright light and masked faces, sort of in a sepia tone. She held Elizabeth's hand tighter, unsure of what was happening. Elizabeth came closer and stared into her eyes. Maybe it was concern in them or it could have been dread… What was happening?
Again everything around her suddenly changed to sepia. It lasted a little longer as a shock surged through her chest and her eyes squeezed shut. But when she opened them, there she was holding Betsy's hands again.
And the flashes became incessant, flashing alternately in front of her eyes. She turned her head in confusion as she became disoriented from her surroundings, lines blurring between what was supposed to be reality. The sepia was turning to colour.
Psylocke began to fizzle. Ororo reached out a hand to touch her, but she began to fade into purple static, and mouthed the words "seeya" as she became slightly intangible. Once more from the edges of her view, lines of surgical green and sterile white seeped into replace her view with a captured stasis of masked figures standing around with looks of consternation. Her vision snapped back to the white, then back and forth in confusion as if her life essence was unsure to which it should devoted the loyalty of "home". Like an old time film, choppy like flipping pages, bit by bit Psylocke smiled, turned around and began to walk away. Her hair, swaying like a tantalizing purple thread fraying from something pretty, something, someone Ororo still wanted to grasp onto. She walked away slowly, it was sort of perfect, like it was the conclusive closure at the end of the film.
"No!" she shouted towards Betsy, where was she going? Where was there that she could?
"No…" she said again to Betsy. She didn't want to have to lose her again, or lose herself from their company.
"Hey Psy," Ororo said softly, and reached out her hand, "don't go." She turned around slowly to face Ororo.
"But I have…" said with neglect, with finality, yet with hope, with desire, with dismay.
"Stay just a little," Ororo offered, feeling herself pulling away though, with desperation like fingers slipping off a precipice, and Psylocke walked slowly, slowly, further away.
And in the other story told, clips of which were mingled with the other sequence, figures slowly moved about aimlessly, seeming unsure and yet expectant as they moved aside, what, were they letting go? Was she supposed to as well? She felt confused, hopping ensued, as she pranced over, and back again, across a slowly disappearing line. A song started to sound in her mind, a song from her childhood as matters and a fancy of life and death too mature flew over her head.
And suddenly the flashes stopped. Psylocke turned back and ran towards Ororo until they met face to face again, her expression betraying she had just one last thing to say, and just something left to do. Ororo and Betsy stood in the empty blanche, holding each other and staring into each other's eyes, as Ororo began to breathe heavily and exhaustedly onto Betsy's face. A tingling began to creep up from her right heel to her calf. Barely visible veins of green began to streak across the white canvas of nothing, growing more vivid as they crept onward and grew with a sort of anger. Then green, orange, yellow, silver, as Ororo's back began to tingle. And with one sudden, final hasty blow of second given life, colour killed the scene as Ororo felt Psylocke pull even closer to her. "Will miss you, and them all."
"We will miss you very much as well, Elizabeth," Ororo replied, squeezing Psylocke's fingers in return, "never be a stranger."
"Never was."
They both smiled at each other, as Ororo slowly faded away, and the brown, slender hand of Ororo's in Psylocke's palm became only air, a very fond memory.
A room standing still, as Ororo remained inanimate, staring at the room that stood as lifeless. Locaine drip hanging to the left, paddles suspended in the air above her held by hands that were hanging unmoving, leading to a face as immobile as it was unfamiliar. Hazel eyes peering just above a green mask, green like the sea of people that stood around her, all motionless.
Everything still.
And then pain that started as a gentle touch in the small of her back shot down her spine as she was shoved back into the normality of reality, with its monotonous beeping and a flurry of voices, the cacophony of sounds rushed into her and she was there, in the moment, in the sense of herself.
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She sat up and her eyes flew open, and she stared back at the man with the paddles in his hands. He heaved a sigh of relief as her friends drew around and she fell back again. She looked around for a while more without saying anything as her friends started to become static chatter and she slowly rethought what had passed and how she got here. She was trying to evaluate how the moment should feel like and what she should be feeling and expressing. It was difficult, to say the least, for all that she didn't know in the first place of how things were supposed to be, by right. And yet here it was, here were things, here were the things she found difficult to understand, or to absorb, or maybe to appreciate, if that was what their calling was. Were all things like this, in their blank unforgiving frankness and elusiveness?
It had been a journey of sorts. A rather exciting, intriguing one where she'd discovered some things new, let go of others, experiences in comprehension and categorization of fates, emotions, things and such, fresh and coarse. It all lay plainly before her, bare and honest as it was. It presented all of itself in a way such that you would have thought that there might not really be anything to understand and at the same time there was some newer conception you had to ascertain.
And over this time there were the things she had come to discover of herself, education by which she looked closer at herself through windows other than her eyes, through other cavities in her that exposed her for what she was, and told her. There were the small things, or the external calamities, that had come to show her who she was and to tell her through a grand orchestration who the person she was, was. They were little lessons that had made a bigger lesson.
So now she was back, without the mantle of death. Now it seemed here was the story and the tale and the fable and its moral. It became clear, and simple, crystal refinement and watery flow, windlike progression and elemental trust. It became right, like the way things should be, and settled like rain into the crevices of cracked caked land, and was sensible and sequential like thunder after lightning. It was suddenly fitting, and suddenly sure, like a sirroco blowing over the flat desert plains of Africa as it should. And so she found that the ending it told very plainly and surely now, was that there was death and here was life again, for all that it brought, for all that it didn't bring, and for all that it might and never would. Here was what it all was, how everything simply went about, here was life in all its honesty, trueness and reality. And it was time, now, to pick up once again and move on, to continue, time to gather up the scattered ashes and to take off to the skies again, for it is so that this is she -- Storm.
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i can't seem to make proper spaces with this thing. ugh.
a/n. Well..! I would like to say that ah, here is the big grand conclusion to my story! The pinnacle! Tada! But um no it's not, really. I suppose you're reading this with an expecting mindset like one still stuck in mid sentence and now that you see 'end' you are going what the blue blazes of hell, that was it?, and yeah.. well.. yeah. The truth is I was going to launch into many more chapters about 'Pstylor' (haha dam I like that still), a uh.. storm and psylocke hybrid, but well that really wouldn't have been good I felt and hopefully, this end came enough in time to end the story the way it was fairly satisfactorily.. thanks for reading :) (I just wanted to get on another fan fic too.) but yeah. Thanks for reading :) i'm really grateful :)