Chapter 2
Jenevie looked around the house. She tugged on her arms, but they were tied up. So were her feet. After moments of waiting in the chair, she heard footsteps coming from up the stairs. She could hear muffled conversations.
"We couldn't get the other one…" a voice said.
"Why not? He should have been an easy catch!" another voice said, sounding annoyed.
"The girl saved him!" the first voice said. After a couple of minutes, they finally made their appearance to Jenevie.
"Well, hello, ma cherie…" a man with a red metallic suit and helmet said, his voice smooth and deep. A woman was next to him, though her appearance made Jenevie uneasy. She had blue scaly skin and red hair. "What can you do?" Suddenly, a metal bar smacked the man on his back. He went sprawling on the floor. The woman quickly darted to his side.
"Are you okay?" the woman said. The man stood up and let out a grunt.
"She can control magnetism," the man said, turning to the blue woman. Slowly, metallic objects around the house started to float. She heard gasps and grunts from upstairs.
"What's happening? Magneto!" a man from upstairs said. The two quickly turned to Jenevie.
"Let me go!" she demanded. The woman ducked as the television swung her way.
"Not going to happen," she laughed after she recovered. Suddenly, Jenevie's eyes started to widen. The floating objects started to swirl around the room.
"Magneto?" the woman said. Magneto started to raise his arms, but something prevented him from doing that.
"I think you have forgotten, but you are wearing a metallic suit, non?" Jenevie notes, a smile appearing on her face. Slowly, Magneto started to float as well.
"What?" Magneto yelled. The scaly woman ran towards Jenevie, but she was intercepted by Magneto, who swung across her way.
"Could it be?" said the woman. Magneto looked at her. He nodded.
"She's a Class 5 mutant… An Omega-level mutant…"
"I believe," the man on a wheelchair said, "it's called the Fake Phoenix." Jean Grey exchanged glances with Cyclops.
"It's the corporeal manifestation of all sorrows, despairs, and anger," the man added.
"So, it's not mental but physical?" Jean asked. "But the Phoenix inhabiting me is both, isn't it?"
"You see, Jean," the man started, "Your Phoenix and his is very opposite." Jean stared at the sleeping boy lying down on the bed.
"Are you almost finished blocking, Professor?" she asked, sighing.
"Almost," he answered. They heard the door open.
"Storm," Jean said. The white-haired woman strode over to the boy's side. She stared at his sleeping face and smiled. She then turned to Jean.
"Do you know what the thing that came out of him was?" she asked.
"Professor said that it was the Fake Phoenix," Jean answered. Storm once again stared at the boy.
"Do you know what triggered it?" she asked, walking over to the Professor's side.
"He said that his sister was taken from him," he replied, resting his chin on his hands. Suddenly, a red light appeared beside Jacques. The light slowly shaped itself into a figure.
"What happened?" the figure said. As the light gradually faded, they were surprised at what they saw.
"That can't be Jacques," Jean gasped. She looked at the Jacques standing next to the bed and then to the Jacques sleeping on the bed. Jacques turned to his side and jumped back.
"Zat can't be moi!" Jacques yelped. Jean turned to Xavier.
"Astral projection," he said. Jean raised an eyebrow.
"Like, Morgan Le Fay, astral projection?" she asked. The projected Jacques disappeared in the flash of bright red light that he appeared into before.
"This child has a lot of potential," Storm smiled.
"So, is he an Omega-level mutant like me?" Jean asked Xavier.
"Pretty much so," he replied.