Chapter 7

Jean woke to the song of a small crimson bird, it was trapped in the white room like herself. She had no idea how it got in there, it just appeared while she was sleeping. It was red with a tinge of orange on it's wings and belly. It sang a repetitive tune, with it's soft voice. Jean found that it was a cheerful little creature, with a big heart of unconditional love.

While she was keeping the bird company, she noticed a crack on the wall in the corner, she picked herself up off her bed, and inquisitively study the crack in the wall. It went right form the floor all the way to the roof.

Jean used physical strength against the sturdy wall, but he weak body didn't budge the wall an inch. So Jean decided to go with her strength, she thought about the wall, and then thought about it disappearing. To the crimson bird's delight the wall broke apart and vanished. Jean didn't have time to look at her work, for she was pulled by some invisible vortex out of the white room and into the mist. The crimson bird was thrashing about with her against this unbeatable foe, Jean reached out to calm it. The moment her fingers touched the ruby red feathers her body was struck by something, it felt electrical. Jean was sure that she was dieing all over again. She closed her eyes to deal with the pain and when she opened them she was flying over the ocean, she looked at her body.

She was non-existent she had no physical body, yet she could feel her arms and her legs, the wind across her back as she flew, but she didn't understand how. She sent out her power to call her body to her, she saw little particles of dust coming towards her, they were beginning to collect in groups, and form limbs, and torso. She had no idea how she did it, but she was building herself a body from virtually nothing.

What Jean didn't know was that what she thought was dust was in fact her remains after they had been cremated. The x-men had come to the cliff to release Jean's remains over the oceans. They wore all black, some had their faced covered, and all were covered in shadow.

The Professor looked to the sky to say a kind farewell, when his gratitude got stuck in his throat. A huge fiery bird shape was flying in the sky. He thought it must of be a hallucination until he saw the same fear on the face of every other x-men. He didn't want to believe it, so he stared hard at the pyrotechnics happening in the sky, when it all vanished. Disappeared with out a whisper of smoke or flame.

The x-men thought it must have been a nasty trick from someone in the Brotherhood. So they dolefully headed back to the mansion. The trip was slow, and extremely quiet, not even Bobby was talking. The cars just rolled off the cliff at first, until their drivers woke up enough to drive.

The mansion had no classes for the day, so the x-men traipsed their way inside. They had had enough for the day, so they walked in, and closed the doors without a second thought. Had they known that an old friend was lost in the woods surrounding the mansion they may have tried to help, but as none of them knew that they all turned their backs to the outside world.

Jean Grey was wandering aimlessly through the woods surrounding the mansion. She felt like she was holding onto dynamite she knew what it was, what it felt like in her hands, the smell of it before it exploded, and yet she had no idea what she was using it for.

They sky speckled the ground with drops of sunlight. Jean enjoyed the feeling of everything natural, they musty feel to the woods, like there was too much moister in the air and the trees were suffocating on it. She liked the way the decaying leaves felt under her feet, while the animals dart around her presence, weary of the discretion.

She felt their need to abandon their former behaviour, they loathe the fact that we can control them with fear. Her path was not becoming any easier, the woods were becoming rougher the, trees were actually further apart for many had been struck down. She had no idea why. The trees hadn't fallen naturally, they had been struck down by something man-made. She could feel the animals apprehension to this vicinity, they knew that whatever had caused this damage was coming back for more. She continued prudently for the woods were becoming treacherous, her mind was on high alert for any movement. She observed that the thing that had cut these trees had three claws she reached out with her hand to traced the puncture, her mind lurched to a flashback, Logan was running through these trees, Jean could feel his anger, his distraught emotions. He cut down tree after tree in fury.

Her mind come back to the present quivering, she had felt, Logan's anger flow through her own veins.

Jean suddenly remember why she was acutely responsive to her surroundings when a stir of trees rustled violently. Through the broken leafs Jena saw the flash of a black BMW (the Professor should always move in style). Jean sprinted towards the road, she broke though the bushes just a little to late. She ran down the road, her life was on the line as well as her faith. She raced along the downward slope, she was loosing her footing for the road was icy. Jean fell, her feet slip from under her body and her entire body fell after them. The car moved from her far-off view. She collapses in the middle of the road, her mind was worn out by this torment. She wasn't sure wether this was another mind game from Phoenix or not, but either way she wanted to find out where that car was going. She felt like it had something to do with her. She picked herself up of the filthy road, and ran she flinged herself down the street. She was willing to take a risk, and this was it. She me the bend in the road, and greeted it as she passed. She felt like a bird had picked up her remains and had fixed her with an extra emotion. A kind of hope that can only die when you die. She found a familiar spectacle coming into her view, the mansion was growing bigger in her vision, and the hope grew bigger in her heart.

She ran with all the strength that she had left, her heart was pounding 10 times a second, her mind was reeling with ideas of how they might react to her returning.

She finally reached the front door, she noticed the unusual silence behind the doors. She stood at the door, waiting for someone to answer, surely someone saw her running down the street, the Professor should of felt her presence coming nearer. Jean couldn't understand the isolation she had been cast into by her friends. She rapped the door profoundly, and waited silently for a response.

The door cracked open and Jean saw the face of a teenager. This young teen was frightened by the rapturous woman before her.

"I'm here to talk to the Professor," Jean explained. The startled child let a small scream escape, before she scurried down the hall. Jean stood at the entrance in amazement, never had she been greeted so profoundly, she was weighing the choices of walking straight into the mansion or wait for someone else to find her at the door.

The chances of being found at the door were low, so Jean walk openly into the hall of the mansion. Again Jean noticed the unwelcome feel the mansion had created in her absence. She meandered though the long corridors. Until she found Logan relaxing in the sun room, he looked like a large wolf that was absorbing the suns rays for warmth. She entered the room silently, and sauntered gradually into his view.

Logan jumped a the sight of her, she jumped a little too, for Logan had released his deadly adamantinum claws. Jean stood there transfixed in confusion, while Logan approached.

A/N: Now I know I've yelled at you for not reviewing but I need your votes cause I've started a new pole.

1. Should Jean hook up with any one and if so who?

a. Scott

b. Logan

c. Another character (If you vote for this say who)

d. No one

2. do you want angst of fighting

a. angst

b. fighting

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