Perfect Synergy: An Epilogue
"In death, there is life." - Unknown
'-it is five years later and I still love her as much as I did they day she told me she loved me despite my gruesome appearance. Despite everything I said to the contrary. She was a fighter, a lover, a friend, and she affected all that she encountered in more ways than I think she expected. She was pure of heart, foul of mouth, and forever of loyalty. Thanks to her we have courage to fight our fight and protect the human race while we do. She taught us not to compromise. Take what you're given and make the best of it. Don't sink down to the enemy's level, do not cower. Just as she never did. A girl who risked everything and gained absolutely nothing. It's people like her that can truly change the hearts of others. And I feel selfish, missing her every day. Since she lived for much more than just herself, it's only natural she died for everyone else. She left this world fighting, as she would have wanted.
'Still, some say that during thunderstorms a girl with black hair and yellow eyes can be seen between lightning strikes. At first, I had hope hearing this. Thinking she could still be out there. I have learned to disregard these rumors. Nothing good comes from lingering on the past. And while she might not be out there physically, she remains with everyone she saved, everyone she left behind. But one thing that I know for sure, she is Synergy. And Synergy never dies.'
"Finished." Hank McCoy sighs in relief as he finishes the lengthy biography on the woman he loved. Thanks to Charles, Alex, and every member of her family, he was able to document her first steps to her last sacrifice. He looks at the picture of her that her mother gave to him from only a year prior to her demise. Smiling brightly up at the camera, he wonders what she was like. She's completely radiant to him and no other woman could ever hope to replace her in his heart. A storm that crashed over him and changed his life forever.
It's storming outside when he finishes it, the only proof that she had left this world. A perfect scenario for his perfect girl. He couldn't have asked for more.
There comes a knock at his door and a young girl with white hair and dark skin opens it. "Professor?"
Hank smiles when he sees her. "Ororo, what are you doing up at this hour?" He gazes at his watch. "It's past midnight."
She nods. "I know, but there's something amiss in the clouds and I can't get myself to calm down enough to fall asleep." She explains, tightening her grip on the blanket she has wrapped around her.
"Let's go get you a glass of warm milk, that should help." Hank promises the girl with a kind smile. Ororo smiles back at him as they leave the room. Now, if only Hank had looked out the window he would've seen a silhouette of a girl off in the not-so-far distance. A girl he had grown to love. A girl thought to only appear in a thunderstorm between lightning strikes. Tonight, she struck ground in Westchester. Tonight, she takes her first breath in years. Tonight, a girl comes back from the dead.
Tonight, I live again.