St. John Fernando Allerdyce walked through the streets of Sydney Australia. He wore his typical civilian clothing, which consisted of blue jeans, a pair of black boots, and a loose red t-shirt.
As he looked around at all of the buildings and people, a small smile crept onto his face.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, "Oih'm home," he said throwing his head into the air, to stare into the sky.
He paused on the sidewalk and looked around frantically, "Somethin' ain't roihght here," he continued walking, casting sharp glances at everyone he passed.
He stopped at a street corner waiting for a chance to cross. Then it happened, something physically impossible, it was so improbable, he should have been bitten by a shark while being struck by lightning, in the middle of a mall.
"Where'd everybody go?" he asked as he turned his head in every direction possible to find some form of life. He then looked down at his feet, "Holy Hell!" he began hopping into the air in a vain attempt to stay off the ground. The ground around his feet began turning into various shades of grey. He looked around at the buildings and colorful signs as each began losing their color.
He dropped to his knees in shock, "Oih've… gone back to Hell…"
Suddenly the ground began to crack and finally shattered. He was the plunged into an abyss of cold darkness.
He fell deeper and deeper into his own despair. He closed his eyes as he continued to fall, feeling the cold wind slap him in the face and rip through his hair. But after a few more seconds he hit something solid. He opened his eyes and stared at the one person who could fix everything, "Wanda."
She sat in a chair in the middle of the black nothingness. Her legs were crossed, and her elbow rested on her knee, while her chin rested on her hand, "Hi John," she said in a monotone voice, "You really miss Sydney, don't you?" she asked with a somewhat curious expression on her face.
"How'd ya know it was Sydney?" he answered with a confused look plastered on his own face.
"We share one mind, things tend to bleed over," she said with a shrug.
"Well aren't you enthusiastic?" he asked sarcastically.
"We're stuck here for the next twenty-four hours," she stood up, "So I suggest you start being more interesting, before I start passing the time, by seeing if I can hex you inside out," she said, not in anger, but in actual boredom.
"So you've been watchin' me Sheila?" he asked somewhat disturbed.
"You pulled me here because you were having a nightmare," she explained, "What do you think it means?" her question was met by a confused look, "The dream."
"Maybe oih just miss being home, before everything when it was all simple," he said sheepishly.
"Really?" she smirked, "Because I honestly think that it means you've lost all control of your life, and that you're starting to flip out," she stated bluntly.
St. John's head slumped down.
"John, I made you a promise," she whispered, "I fully intend on helping you, I will find a way to fix this."
"Would it be selfish if oih told you oih didn't want to go back? That oih want to stay here with you and the boys?" he asked with big tear filled eyes.
Wanda stood up and snapped her fingers, the black despair faded and they were immediately transferred to her room, "That's exactly what I needed to hear."
St. John sprang to his feet and placed his hand on the door, "You wanted to make sure oih wanted this?" he asked, turning the knob.
She nodded in confirmation, "John I wouldn't open that door," she said in a warning tone.
John stared at Wanda and tossed the door open, "Holy hell!" he exclaimed into the black abyss. He threw the door closed and put his full weight against it, "The hell was that?"
Wanda sat on her bed, "I don't have enough energy, mental or magical, to create anything other than these four walls," she explained, "And it'd be smart if you didn't try either."
He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.
"You're not going to ask why?" she asked.
"Something about creating chaos in the real world, or some such nonsense," he said in a joking tone, "Oih trust you Sheila," he stared into her eyes, "But what are we gonna do for an entoihre day?" he paused for a moment, "You want to…" he trailed off.
"I don't know if you know this, John, but I'm a lesbian," she said sarcastically.
"Oih know Sheila, just a suggestion," he said, "You've never been with a man, and technically this wouldn't count, cause its loihke some funky dream."
"When you make sense bad things happen," she said cautiously, "But I guess it would pass the time," she smirked.
St. John gave her a smirk of his own, "To us, then," he leaned in for a kiss, "Well?"
Wanda's smirk shifted to a smile, "I kinda liked it."
-Several hours later in the Danger Room-
Logan and Charles stood in the control room, watching the utter carnage take place below them in the Danger Room. The very walls shook at the immense power that was being discharged.
"What's wrong with her, Chuck?" Logan asked, somewhat worried.
Charles sighed, "She appears to be experiencing massive spikes in power," he explained.
Logan paused for a moment, "Ain't she supposed to be an Omega?" he asked in confusion.
Charles nodded, "Jean, as well as Bobby, is classified as an Omega Level Mutant, although neither have displayed the raw power that accompanies such a status."
Logan let out a low growl, "Until now," he continued watching the situation, "What do you thinks' causing it?"
Charles focus his mind, "She is experiencing a sense of extreme agitation," he explained as both men continued to stare at into the Danger Room, "She's blocking me from her mind," there was a small explosion and Charles' eyes went wide, "Her mental power is so dense, it appears as if she's…" he was cut off by an extremely bright and fiery light.
Down in the Danger Room, surrounded by piles of burned scrap metal, stood Jean Grey. The sleeves of her costume had been burned off. Her hair danced around her waste like fire, while her forearms were literally set ablaze by psyonic energy. Her eyes began glowing a fiery yellow.
She walked forward from the wreckage, and although the destruction would portray anger, her face betrayed her true emotions. She was heartbroken. She balled her fists and her fire-like psyonic energy began pulsing throughout the room. The walls actually began cracking, "Phoenix…" she whispered as one final pulse erupted from her body.
-The Brotherhood Boarding House-
Pietro was the first out of bed and onto the front lawn, staring out into the general direction of the mansion. He was soon followed by Todd and Karima, who both wore their full winter gear.
Lance bedroom window slid up, "Pietro! Was that who I think it was?" he exclaimed in pure shock.
Pietro couldn't turn around to face his leader, "If it was… I hope Wanda wakes up soon," he said still in complete shock.
Todd crouched down, "What do we do, yo? We can't take her like this," Todd said, his voice filled with worry.
"I agree with him," Karima said her eyes glowing red, "I don't even have the power to fight her alone."
Lance let out a tremor, which gathered the attention of his teammates, "We're the Brotherhood! If we can't beat her alone, then we fight her together."
"Maybe we won't have to fight her," Todd said with an optimistic smile, gathering a glare from each of his comrade, "Oh yeah we always have to fight…"
Lance sighed, "Just go to bed, we'll figure things out tomorrow, when Freddy gets back," he said as he slid his window back down.
The conscious members of the Brotherhood filed back into the house, and as each one rested his or her head against a pillow tonight, they would slip into an uneasy sleep.
-The next day in New York City-
"Why do I have to do this?" a voice called out from a dressing room.
"Because everyone except you has a suit or a dress for celebrations," an agitated voice replied.
The dressing doors flung open to reveal the immovable one himself, Freddy.
Freddy fingered his collar, "That's 'cause when I flex my muscles, these weak clothes rip," he explained.
Raven took a step forward, "I know, that's why we're going to take your measurements and make you a suit that will rival your uniform in durability," she said with a smile.
Freddy peaked an eyebrow, "Then why do I have to try these on?" he asked in confusion.
"Well," she said, "If you didn't try them on we wouldn't have learned that you look quite dashing in navy blue."
Freddy blushed, "Thanks."
"Now, let's find you some shoes," she said walking towards the shoe department.
Unbeknownst to the two mutants, they were being closely watched from the shadows.
"I don't see why I'm on grunt duty," a stern voice whispered into a small device built into one of the buttons on his shirt.
"Scrambler, if you keep complaining, I'll skin you alive," a second more intimidating voice said.
"Jeez, Scalphunter, it's always blood and guts with you," Scrambler complained.
"Just get your job done and don't let them see you!" Scalphunter exclaimed.
There was a clicking noise signaling that the radio communication had ended.
Scrambler smirked as he watched Raven pick out some shoes, "I wonder what she really looks like," he said with a sick grin.