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Chapter Six
She was still weeping as his dead body lay limply in her arms; Magneto stood in the back, laughing hysterically. The X Men were pissed, and began to attack, without mercy. Jen, suddenly, was at peace, and calm… Which scared everybody.
She began to glow with a bright golden light, and she began to transform. Her long brown hair and eyes had become a metallic gold color, and the light moved to Remy. His wounds healed, and his chest began to rise with labored breaths that became increasingly easier.
This only encouraged Magneto to try to kill her, until the light around her turned black. That scared him, and it only got worse; in his perspective. Her hair and eyes had become black as well, and she turned on Magneto.
"You will pay for what you did." she snarled darkly.
"I'm sure we can r, reach an u, understanding…." he smiled weakly.
"No, there are no negotiations after what you did to Remy. Murder is a crime you've committed more than once… A crime I believe, that, if committed in succession, should result in the murderer's own death." she said darkly.
"And you're going to be the one to give that justice?"
"Who better than the Angel of Death?" Jen responded.
Suddenly, a scythe appeared in her tan hand, and her clothes changed to a black leather corset tube top with a four inch stomach, black jean booty shorts, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. Weapons appeared on her body, for her to use in various torture, and killing methods. Her arsenal included a whip, scythe, two swords, ten throwing knives, a dagger, two magnums, four uzies, an AK-47, and a flamethrower.
Magneto was, inevitably, screwed.
"Ah shit." were the last words he uttered before she killed him. It was a unique, if not scary death. Jen just reached into him, and pulled out his soul, which was as black as could be. Then, with just a squeeze of her fist, she destroyed his soul. Finally, she collapsed in Remy's strong arms.
"W…What happened?" she groaned.
"Your powers mutated. Are you ok, Jenny?" Remy asked.
"You…You're alive?!" she cried.
"Thanks to you. Somehow, you managed to bring me back. Your new nickname is Shadow Phoenix."
"Why?"
"Because you can bring back the dead… And kill the living. As awesome as it was, the way you killed Magneto was like something out of a horror flick."
Without a moment's hesitation, and much to Remy's surprise, she sat up, and kissed him. When they pulled away, he smiled, and she punched him dead in the face. The last part confused him, and gave him a bloody nose.
"You damn Cajun! Don't ever get yourself killed again!" she snapped.
"Or what?" he challenged, albeit unwisely.
"Or I'll bring you back and kill you myself!"
Yes, she was back to her normal self: adorably violent, endearingly shy, and finally, his. She was laying there, a cold compress on her forehead, and Remy sitting next to her, it couldn't get any better. She was happy, and no longer afraid to have a relationship. Even though she was hijacked into the entire thing. It was fine, besides, the stupid Cajun was a great kisser.
"Remy, how did I kill Magneto?"
"You reached into his chest, pulled out his soul, and crushed it."
"Huh?"
"You-pulled-out-his-soul-and-crushed-it." he said slowly.
"Eww."
Remy just laughed, leaned forward, and began to kiss her, letting her relax. Her arms curved around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressed innocently against his, and her lips moved willingly with his. She was his; she didn't know how, or when it happened, all she knew was that it did happen. And she loved it.
"Damn Cajun."
"Damn spy."