The morning started off chilly, but as the sun battle it out with the clouds fighting for it's chance to shine, a pack of seagulls fought for food among the scraps left by early fishermen. Pete a particularly young seagull was having difficulty forcing his way through the crowd of birds.
These fights that happened on Eastchester Bay were normal for a September sunrise, but today's arguments were impassioned far beyond the past quarrels, by the presence of an angry god. This god sat on the rocks behind the squabbling gulls, she sat like a broken man bent against the frozen winds. She couldn't feel the wind lash at her face or the water lap across her feet. She didn't know why she felt dead, she had no life force, no will to stand against formality.
Two young runners paced their way down the bay side path. They noticed the woman sitting in red upon the rocks. They were curious about her, for she was wearing odd clothes for a cold morning and she seemed not to notice the progressing conflict happening in her presence. They climbed down the rock face, they noticed that the woman had acknowledge their presence by turning in their direction when they came into her view.
Phoenix could feel their fear reeling off them, like a bad smell, she was repulsed by it. She stared at them, she knew that they both feared for their sanity, and more, their lives.
Phoenix realised that these two could be her salvation.
She needed a will, so she'd take a one, or two.
Phoenix stood up, picked up her hands from her sides, splayed out her fingers and used her full power against these good souls.
She could feel the happiness from their souls empty into her own black psyche, this was the life force that she needed, the will she wished she could have.
Their bodies deterioted before her eyes, she saw the flesh, then the muscles and the last thing to go, the bones.
The only proof that two people may have ever stood there was the footprints in the sand.
Phoenix felt better than she had in days, after capturing Jean's essence in a psyche limbo it had tired her to show Jean her memory of her reincarnation.
Phoenix noticed that a second dead fish had found it's way to the shore, she knew that the seagulls would soon go after it, she also knew that the youngest one, Pete, had not yet eaten anything.
The Phoenix felt slightly generous, so she gave Pete some extra confidence he needed to force his way through the quarrelling. Pete attacked the other seagulls to get to the new feast. Phoenix was pleased with her work, she believed that she had helped a withdrawn being, but all she really had done was make a murderer.
A/N: Now, I'm very angry with all the people who haven't reviewed. Now I know you yelled at me last time, because I yelled at you for not reviewing, but there was only one person that reviewed for 10 days and that was germansheperdfan and I thank you very much. Now people I need at least one review to write another chapter. Luckily for you I was in a very happy mood and wrote an extra long chapter that's actually becoming 2. So review or else you get nothing.
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