Chapter update! I know I'm pretty slow with this, but college gave me a rough start. Anyway, off with my woes. I had a shorter chapter than this, but recently, I read the Vampire Academy (I'm on book six) and it has loads of fighting and action. After that, I just could not give you a smaller chapter. And therefore, especially for you guys, I extended it, focusing more on the action and everything (I tried a lot but its really the first time that I've written so much of fights and stuff, so tell e what you think about it).

So, here is the fight for you.

I think there are only a couple chapters ahead, including an epilogue. I just don't work without epilogues. Any suggestion for it?

Of course, thanks to all the reviewers, as always.

And here goes nothing...

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Chapter Fifteen

Its Over

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"Nooooooo!" The cry rang out and pierced the air everywhere.

"Betrayed!" The shout went out again. It was Phoenix. Only she had the power to scream and make the whole world listen.

We were all out in the open and what I saw made me gasp. Jean stood in front of Professor Xavier, looking at him with eyes tinged with anger that even I shivered, feeling the effect of it rolling over me in waves, coming from Jean's body.

I shook my head reminding myself. No, it wasn't Jean. It was Phoenix.

And she looked and smelled like hell. Even when I was several feet away from her, the smell of the decaying body was evident. The worst part of it was that the skin was decaying too. I could see parts of her smooth visible skin turning brown and there was her face. I couldn't help but be scared to see her like that. She was still standing in the grave but she was standing up and looking at Professor Xavier with hatred evident in her eyes.

"So you are Phoenix after all," Professor Xavier said out loud. His voice was calm as ever and he stood his ground beside her.

And at Professor Xavier's feet lay my body, kind of near the grave. It looked as if I had fallen face first on the ground, my hand disappearing into the huge hole in the ground, which was probably Jean's grave that had been dug out. I longed to rush to my body and touch it, own it. Yet, I stood my ground, looking at the scene with wide eyes.

"You betrayed me!" She shouted at him. Her voice was raspy since it hadn't been used for a long time. "And now, look at me! How dare you even try to do this to me? What do you think? I can't take over her body again? I have the same powers even now! When will you understand you foolish old man? I. Cannot. Be. Killed!"

With than, she raised her hand and Professor Xavier fell several feet back with an invisible force. As he tried to stand up again, Phoenix rushed to him, and held him in his place, with a hand outstretched so that Professor Xavier couldn't even move.

"Phoenix, child, what will you gain by doing this?" Professor Xavier asked as Logan tried to edge forward. I could do nothing but stare at the scene in front of me, my feet fixed to the ground. I was nothing without my body. I could do absolutely nothing except standing there gawking at the scene. I didn't know the powers of my body. For all I knew, the body I owned could have been a human doctor's – human doctor Amy Collins. But something had to be done! I just couldn't stand there watching the mummy–without–bandages looking Jean to hurt Professor.

So, I followed Logan, slowly but steadily as we tried to move behind Phoenix. Logan moved towards her as I moved towards my body. I felt Phoenix stiffen and I knew, I just knew that she knew we were behind her. And so did Logan.

Phoenix whirled around and behind her, I saw Professor was stuck to the ground, still unable to move. Phoenix's powers were huge. Even while keeping Professor Xavier pinned down, she could have easily taken me and Logan and anybody else.

I was only halfway through the ground towards my body and suddenly, Phoenix's eyes fell on me.

"You!" She shouted at me, ignoring Logan. "I'll kill you!"

I kind of froze at a spot for a second, my brain going blank as Phoenix walked towards me. With a flick of her hand, Logan flew back. He landed far away, out of the ground and when I looked, I gasped. There was blood on his shoulders and chest. Before I could do anything, I was thrown back with so much force that when I fell the momentum of it through me back several more feet with my back scratching against the ground as several gashes appeared on my arms and face. I almost shouted in pain but then, I realized Phoenix wanted me to scream. I swallowed all my shouts, closing my eyes in pain. Even though it wasn't my body, it felt like it - with the pain and everything.

When I opened my eye, I was lying on the grass and the whole of my back side, face and arms ached. I cursed silently, refusing to scream even though it hurt like hell.

Slowly I got up and what I saw made me gasp.

Phoenix was standing over Professor again as I saw blood pour out from his shoulders and front of his torso. She was facing Professor, her face turned into a cruel smirk as she poured more blood out of him. My eyes went towards where Logan had landed and saw that he was still down. He'd probably heal quickly, but he had probably suffered a major blow to have been down for the last couple of minutes.

I tried to get up but felt the force of Phoenix's power forcing me down. I yelled at her and fought against it but couldn't get up.

A sort of battle cry made me look away from what I was trying to do and towards Eve who was plunging towards Phoenix, who lost her concentration on me as Eve used her telekinesis – the same power that Phoenix was using on us and knocked her over from Professor Xavier. Here, surpreise was the element because looking at the amused expression on Phoenix's face, she wasn't expecting Eve to fight, probably because this really wasn't her fight. But help in any form was valuable to us right now.

I wondered where the others were - Bobby, Kitty, Storm, Jubilee.

I was thinking about them, when I noticed Leslie moved behind Eve towards Phoenix, obviously giving her one of those aneurysms that he was talking about, if the bent over Phoenix – who was clutching her head and making a lot of noise – was any indication.

Before I could even thing that they both had subdued her, she struck out a hand as if signaling them to stop and both Leslie and Eve fell a dozen feet away. Leslie hit a tree and I saw his head strike it. Shit, he would probably get a concussion for it. Eve on the other hand fell on the grass and Marcus quickly walked to her, helping her up.

Scolding myself for getting caught in the fight, I got up since I was no longer in Phoenix's grip. Slowly, I inched towards my body, without trying to gain anyone's attention. I was of no use if I got caught by Phoenix again. It would only delay what's evident – Phoenix had to die today.

I saw as she got up too, oblivious to me and strolled towards Leslie and with an outstretched hand, picked him up in the air without even touching him.

And then, Logan was on Phoenix, but with one swift motion of her hand, Logan fell several paces away again. Quickly, he got up and started towards Phoenix but it was as if he was fighting an invisible barrier. He struggled against the unseen wall that Phoenix had constructed, but to no avail. He kept fighting it nonetheless.

I looked away from them then. I was just next to my body, lying there alone near the grave, with my right hand inside it, probably from where Phoenix had touched Jean's body and got transferred into it.

"You'll try to kill me?" I heard Phoenix's thunderous voice behind me. I didn't look back and focused at the task at hand. Handy only if dandy. It was something that Leslie had said in one of the fights. Silently praying that all was well with him I kept repeating his words as a mantra in my head in an attempt to remind myself that I'd only be useful to anyone once I was in my body.

But then, I heard Eve's loud shriek. I froze. It was one of those horrible shrieks that made you stop everything, in spite of everything and look at the source. Praying silently, I looked back to see and saw nothing. Really, I saw nothing.

Because Phoenix was merely standing where she stood before, looking triumphant. But what for?

She was merely looking at nothing where moments ago Leslie was hanging up in the air. I didn't realize what was happening but I looked at the cruel smirk on Phoenix's face, combined with the fact that now Eve was shrieking Leslie's name and crying openly, the reality seemed to dawn on me.

"No," I whispered softly. "No, no, no."

There were tears in my eyes and the world stood still for a second. Leslie was not dead. Not dead. He'd just peek out from one of those trees and shout 'Fooled ya!' before anybody knew. I knew it. He couldn't be dead.

This wasn't happening.

All this happened in seconds and now Phoenix, who was free of one of her challengers, turned towards Logan. As Logan pushed at the invisible wall again, he fell through, landing on a ground a couple of feet ahead. He got up quickly and gracefully though, as I watched Phoenix's cruel smile again.

"No," I muttered again. "Not him too. Not him too."

She took out both her hands and threw an invisible force towards Logan. I heard his growl, loud and dangerous as I saw the front of Logan's shirt dissolve into nothing and several gashes appeared on his face and chest, blood dripping from them. The earlier ones hadn't fully healed but to see the effect in full force now, my brain grew numb.

He staggered back and fell down again.

No, no, no.

He was stirring on the ground, rolling to one side as he clutched himself.

"Logan!" I shouted out, numbness forgotten as Logan groaned in pain. I stood up and was rushing towards him, when Phoenix knocked me back into the grass. I groaned in pain, but got up seconds later to see Phoenix hurting Logan again. The gashes were deeper now, the blood flowing more easily.

"Stop it!" I shouted from where I sat in the grass awkwardly. "Stop hurting him!"

Phoenix smiled and raised her hand over Logan as the wounds turned deeper. "Stop it!" I cried out again, but she didn't even hear me, clearly enjoying my outburst.

I saw other people coming in now to join us in the fight. Mystique and Remy had probably rushed in to get backup and now, they were in her watching Logan's torture.

Too late, I realized. Leslie was… dead. And now, she was hurting Logan.

And the thing was that she was so powerful that nobody was even able to reach her.

And then, Mystique was pushing Phoenix back as Remy struck her from behind. And I didn't wait to see them being thrown back again as I started my trudge towards my body. Handy if dandy or else a liability, I repeated to myself.

Phoenix had thrown me a little way away from my body after my outburst and now, I was almost there when I heard the thunder roll above us. I looked up to see Storm flying in the air above us and the sunny spring day suddenly turned into a dark rainy day with black clouds visible. I smiled thankfully as a spark of lightening tore through the sky above her, followed by a sudden drizzle. A moment later, a blast of thunder hit Phoenix and she stumbled back, shocked and fell on the ground.

A blast of cold air hit me and I shivered slightly. And then it struck me. I watched as Bobby appeared from inside the school and then, he was next to where Mystique had fallen. I saw him raise his hands and Phoenix's feet started turning ice.

Grateful for them to have finally joined the fight, I looked down at my body. I didn't know what to do now, and I stared at myself unconscious on the ground.

I looked back again, only for a second to see everybody fighting Phoenix, who was obviously outnumbered, but in no way less stronger that all of us put together.

Starting from her feet, Bobby was up to her knees working his magic of ice when Phoenix shook and sat up awkwardly. With a flick of her hand Bobby hit the door he had come through and dropped down unconscious.

In two seconds flat, the ice melted and Phoenix was up again. I was horrified and focused on Logan. I saw him getting up shakily as I finally reached my body and touched my face. I didn't know what else to do. Phoenix had probably touched Jean's body to get that soul called back into it, if my outstretched hand was any give–away.

I heard a distinct shriek from Phoenix, a clink of metal, probably Logan's claws and a loud cry from Logan and Phoenix both and then, I fell down unconscious asking myself how many times it was going to happen in a year. Me falling unconscious, I mean.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the open sky above me. It was getting dark and I heard a distinct clink of metal and a scream. I sat up straight and saw Logan holding Jean close to him. I got up, my eyes trained on Logan and the smell of the decaying skin hit me again. I staggered a few steps before finally reaching Logan.

When I reached him, I saw what I hadn't seen before. Logan's claws were embedded in Phoenix's back but Logan's eyes were glued to her.

For Logan, it was Jean all over again.

I bent down beside him and that broke his trance. He looked and me and I could see the pain in his eyes. I kept looking at him, straight into his eyes, willing myself not to look down at the horrible scene. I heard the clink of metal again and I heard the thud when Phoenix's body hit the ground, obviously face first. I distinctly felt Logan's claws wiping on the ground, who knows what (since her blood should have been dried up by now… or so I think) and then, the clink as they retracted.

"Do they hurt when they come out?"

"Every time."

I saw Logan bend forward and then, I hugged him, closing the distance between us.

"Its over," I whispered to him and repeated it over and over again as Logan hugged me hard.

Because it was over.

At the back of my mind, I knew I had lost a great friend, I had lost Leslie and there was nobody who would be able to fill that void. He was that funny guy, who had helped in my darker days. And I had never given him anything back. He hadn't asked for it. And today, so suddenly, so horribly, he was gone.

Slowly, we got up together as Jean's body lay on the ground. I hadn't seen what had happened but I knew it. Probably when Phoenix was distracted fighting everybody off, Logan had attacked her. And this time, he had killed her by backstabbing her. Literally.

"No!" Eve shouted and I turned to look back at her. She was crying in Marcus' arms, tears flowing freely down her face. "He cannot die! He cannot… How can he die? He isn't dead! He can't be!"

"Eve, calm down," Marcus said in the softest voice I had ever heard him use. "He's… he's really gone."

Phoenix disintegrated him. We didn't even have a body to mourn him. We had nothing. Nothing except that happy face, that flirty smile, those encouraging words. Nothing except those jokes he made, the times he tried not to look into my mind and the times when he was true and loyal friend.

"No!" She shouted. I could detect the beginnings of hysteria. And somewhere within me, I could feel the sadness of it all hit me over and over again. Leslie had actually died. Gone. Forever.

And all to help me get my body back.

The first wave of guilty hit me. I was responsible. I was the reason he was dragged into this mess. I was the reason of his death.

And no body at all.

And I hated even thinking of the world 'body', which seemed to associate him with the death, with a finality. He was gone.

And when Logan's arms clasped around me, I hugged him hard again and cried my eyes out, murmuring 'He's gone' all the while.

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