If death comes, I'm ready
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Sparta...sometimes Athens...lol
Re: X-Men III
Scott pushed the kickstand of the motorcycle in place with his foot and glanced up towards the distance. Turning slightly to the right, he could make out that the lake was dried up and this caused him to frown. Getting off the seat of his bike, he walked towards the exact place where it all happened. The ground itself feel squishy and mucky from where the water once flowed but it had been months since the dam had ruptured. He scanned his surroundings as the sun blared down on him forcing to shield himself from the sun’s ultra violet rays. It felt like yesterday when Jean had given up her life to save her friends from the flood. Scott let out a deep breath as the memory of Jean flashed before his eyes. “Scott! Scott!!” “NO! Stop it! STOP IT!” Hearing her call his name was becoming too unbearable to take and that’s when he tore his sunglasses off.
A beam of red energy shot out from his eyes, blasting towards the sky and fearing that he lost control, he fell back as he closed his eyes shut. He swallowed hard and rose up to his feet when her voice seemed to cease. Putting his glasses back on, he turned around to head back to his bike when suddenly, he felt the back of his jacket feel warm. At first he thought it was just the sun’s rays but then as he turned slowly around, there was an aura of light glowing right in front of him. As the light dissipated, he could make out a tall human like figure, suspended in mid air. He gasped as he could make out the human as a woman who had a fiery aura of flames surrounding her. “Jean!?!” With her arms outstretched like a phoenix bird, she lowered them as she descended down towards him. She stood there and then the aura of flames disappeared and there she stood right before his eyes: Jean Grey.
“Scott?” He took a step forward. “I don’t understand. You died.” “I did,” she stared down at herself and then glanced up at Scott who was so mesmerized by the fact that Jean was alive after all this time. Scott swallowed hard at her. “But the water should have killed you. No one could have survived the impact, but...You’re here...I don’t believe it. Jean?””I’m sorry Scott. But I did make a choice.” “Yet your choice wasn’t supposed to die...” “No...But somehow, it was meant to have happened either way. ““Then why did you do it? Why did you leave me all alone?””You may not have realized it, Scott, but it was my fault for what happened when the dam had ruptured at Alkali Lake...” she looked around her. “Well...when there was a lake. You’re optic blasts is what caused the generators to be destroyed when I was deflecting them but when I realized what was happening, it was too late.” “You can’t blame yourself for what happened, Jean. If I hadn’t been brainwashed by Stryker, we wouldn’t be standing here talking about it now would we?” Jean suppressed a smile. “You’re right, Scott but in truth, what happened-happened. I put all of you in danger – something I could never live with for as long as I lived.”
“So what you’re saying is you’d rather stay dead?” She looked down and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “It was my choice and mine alone. There was nothing you could have done to stop me. Don’t you see, Scott? I was trying to save you and the others. I was the reason that the jet wasn’t able to take off because of the inference of my powers.” Scott swallowed hard and nodded. “That explains why there was so many malfunctions that the power wasn’t able to come back on until the very last moment when you were outside...” He gulped. “That was some great power you displayed but it clearly wasn’t enough to save you and... me.” He looked down but Jean reached out and lifted his head up by cupping his chin. “It never is enough for you, is it, Scott?” “I’m sorry...I was really furious when you left the jet – especially when you had closed the door on my face.” “I didn’t want you to die with me.” “We never wanted you to die, Jean. Not even the professor and those who looked up to you.”
Tears were now welding up in Scott’s eyes when he saw a vision of her holding back the water at bay. She advanced towards him when he moved closer to her and she threw her arms around his neck as they hugged each other closely, never wanting to let go of the other. “I thought I lost you,” whispered Scott. Jean squeezed him tightly, smiling. “You never did, I’m right here, Scott,” she said as she pulled away from him and looked deeply into his face. He slid his hands into her hair, overjoyed in seeing her again and all he could think about now was the fact that he was able to be with her once again. They both gazed up into the sky as it slowly began to darken when the sun started to sink slowly in the horizon. “It’s probably too late to head back to the mansion. We can camp here for tonight and make our way home in the morning,” Scott said and the two of them made their way towards his bike. He had managed to pack some tent gear before he left so he was well prepared. He wheeled the bike off the road and onto the grassy ground as Jean helped set up the tent.
All was good now as Scott entered the tent with his bag and was now setting up a bed for him and Jean to rest on. Jean remained outside, watching as the sun set, thinking all this time as to why she was brought back alive. Somewhere inside of her, she wished she had remained dead but now that she was here, there was no going back to the way things were. Part of why she was resurrected will always be a mystery to her and to those around her. She sighed, not knowing what to do when she touched Scott’s mind. She turned around and unzipped the zipper of the tent and stepping inside, she wandered over towards him. Scott swallowed hard as he was about to sit up straight but she stopped him by placing her hand against his lips. Then she slid her hands to the sides of his head and as she lowered him back down, she kissed him softly. Scott closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her and next thing he did, he flipped her onto her back. Pressing his mouth hotly against hers, he knew he couldn’t help the way he felt about her. Slowly, he pulled away from her and rolled onto his back so he was lying next to her.
Turning his head, he gazed into her eyes as many questions continued to pop into his mind. “When it happened, did it hurt?” Jean swallowed hard as she turned to look at him. “It happened so fast...as if I was slipping uncontrollably from the world itself. When the water surged around me, I couldn’t breathe due to the water filling up my lungs and for a while I felt lifeless but something happened then and I couldn’t make out what it was when I felt its power join with my own.” She turned away from him to glance up at what was above her and she sighed. “I guess I wasn’t ready to die just yet and next thing I realized what was happening, I reached the surface. Wherever the power came from, it was just too unstable for me to control that I fainted and fell back down into the water. I don’t remember much of what happened after that or why the lake had dried up, I...just don’t know.” Scott took her hand in a loving gesture and kissed it gently with his lips. “It’s okay Jean...you don’t have to explain everything,” he told her and moved a little closer towards her.
Then he rested his head down next to her and breathing slowly, he let his eyes close as he drifted off into a deep sleep. He awoke several hours to find himself alone inside the tent. His heart raced at the very thought that Jean had left him but as he unzipped the front of the tent in order to pass through, he found her. Standing alone with her back turned against him, it seemed to him that she paid no notice of him when he first stepped his way towards her. She hugged her body close as the air became crisp and cool while it flowed through her long red hair. “Jean?” “It’s so peaceful...everything was before it...happened. I thought for sure it was really the end for me but how could I be alive when I should be dead?” “It’s because you deserve a second chance to live, Jean, regardless of what you did to save us. Out of all the people that I’ve come to know better and care about, it’s you because I love you too damn much.” She glanced down. “No one blames you for what happened. I think everyone blames themselves for not seeing what was happening to you. You’re afraid of the unknown, I get that but Jean, what you did back there, was one of the most heroic thing I’ve seen you do that it hurt everyone that it made them feel so helpless to save you in return.”
“What if I’m not the same woman you’ve loved? What if I am not Jean Grey? “She asked as she turned around when Scott advanced towards her and stood before her. “What kind of talk is that? You are who you are. There’s no one who can change that.” “I hope so, Scott. Sometimes...I’m afraid of my own free will...afraid of what I can do now. This power...I can feel it growing inside of me, ready to devour anything or anyone who will stand in its way.” “We can help you, Jean. It’s never too late to ask for help. The professor-““Isn’t here, Scott. I’m not sure if I am ready to return home. At least...Not yet anyway.” “You need time to adjust things...I get it,” he drew her into his arms and kissed the side of her cheek. Jean smiled at his touch and taking her hand, Scott led her back into the tent where they retired for the rest of the night.
“Logan? Have you seen Scott?” Xavier asked as he was wheeling by Logan in the hallway. “Yeah...I’ve seen him. He was just passing through to leave the mansion when I was on my way to see him. Why? You’re not going to read my mind are you?” “No. And I don’t have to. I think, Logan...Scott has been somewhat under distressed about Jean’s death.” “Ya think?” “Not saying she hasn’t affected us all but to a certain extent, did Scott say where he was going?” “No. But I think I have an idea.” “Alkali Lake...I don’t know but I can almost sense that Scott’s life could be in danger. Something is a mist there. I can feel it.” “I’ll prepare the x-jet.” “I’ll use cerebro to track Scott’s whereabouts to make sure that where he’s going is in fact Alkali Lake. Oh and take Storm with you. She might be able to dissuade him in returning back with you. Scott has taken Jean’s death very hard that he can’t seem to focus on the present at hand.”
“I think he needs more time, Professor.” “No Logan, he needs to learn to cope and move on like the rest of us. I hate to lose a valuable team leader like Scott. He’s like a son to me. It grieves me to see him the way he has handled her death and I fear the worse for him.” Logan sighed and then nodded before taking his leave of Xavier who wheeled his way towards a window. Looking out through the glass, he saw the X-jet rise up into the air, heading straight towards its destination. A determination appeared on his face and turning away from the window, he made his way down to the lower levels of the mansion. “Welcome professor,” said the computer as it did a retina scan of Xavier’s eye to let him through in order to use cerebro. After approaching the computer inside the room, he settled the head gear device on his head and closed his eyes to focus.
She did make a choice...and it was her`s alone when she limped her way out of the jet and down the ramp, realizing that her mutant powers were interfering with the Jet’s ability to take off. Biting down her lower lip, she walked alone away from the jet to stand between it and the oncoming wave of water, in which the dam had been broken and was being telekinetically pushed back. Just to give her friends more time that they needed to get away from this godforsaken place. Jean swallowed hard as she turned when Scott tried to reach the ramp after her but she closed it abruptly before him as he tried to descend down the steps. She could hear his furious voice when he demanded that the ramp be lowered back down but Jean would have none of that. Telekinetically turning the Jet’s power back on and turning away, she focused on the rushing water much harder than before. “This is the only way...” she said telepathically to Scott through Xavier. The jet began to rise as she levitated it up off the snowy ground. Yes...this was her choice - the only way to save those she loved and cared about. It was the most darest move any x-men could have done but Jean knew that it would cost her life dearly. Suddenly she felt an aura of flames radiate around her just as the jet was high enough to escape. Then with one last ounce of strength left in her, Jean Grey closed her eyes and let the flood of water take her life. It surged around her as she felt helpless to control the water, sweeping her away as it kept rushing forwards where the Jet once situated. It felt like a life time since the water took her under but somewhere inside of her made her realize this was not the end. Then, all of the sudden she felt herself rise right out of the water, only to stop midway in the air as she was held in suspension. An aura of yellow and orange flames radiated all around her as she had her arms spread out like an eagle. She had her eyes closed but when she opened them, a tear or two ran down her cheek. I’m alive again...how can this be? She thought to herself. Confused, she felt herself fall back into the water and the moment she hit the water, the water began to vaporize as the flames dissipated around her.
Jean woke suddenly inside the tent and she stared down at Scott who was fast asleep. She rose up and climbed her way out and stood on the grassy ground watching the sun rise in the distance. With all the destruction she had predicted long ago, the growing power that was residing deep within her was beginning to scare her. And she didn’t want to face it alone. The only one she had wanted to face these nightmares was with Scott alone because deep down, she still needed him for he was her strength. While the power of her justice blew her away when she rose out of the water, she began to realize that she couldn’t fight against herself no more. Petrified, her thoughts were far from her, not knowing how to explain to Scott of how she became alive again.
But there was something she knew she never said to him before the incident at Alkali Lake. That she loved him. “Scott...I can’t imagine you expect much from me and I don’t think I can find the right words to explain everything...at least not now...” She said as she sensed him making his way out of the tent and she turned to face him. “You don’t have to...listen to me, Jean. I want you to forget what happened here and just...just come home with me.” “Scott...I’m scared...” “Of what?” “I should be dead and you know why.” Scott shook his head. “You’ve got nothing to be worried about...I’m here. “ She smiled warmly at him and let her fingers touch the side of his glasses. "I want to see your eyes...” she said but Scott shook his head. "I don’t want to hurt you." "You won’t. Relax...I can control them now." She took off his glasses but Scott had his eyes closed shut. "Open them...You can’t hurt me." She said slowly and he did. There was a slight red beam that appeared but it grew dim when Jean used her telekinetic powers to hold and push back the energy beams at bay. Awestruck by the very power she beheld, Scott looked longingly at her and with that, he leaned into her for a kiss, which Jean willingly accepted with eagerness.
Shutting his eyes again, their lips met with a passion that was still very strong between them. She held him close, holding the back of his head as they kissed passionately. But something at the back of Scott’s head alarmed him that something was wrong. As if she was draining the very life of him, he was reluctant to let go of her. He pulled away but when he realized she no longer was holding his energy beams back at bay, they shot out at her but Jean was quick to resist the beams from hitting her. An aura of flames began to radiate around her like a shield and as much as she tried to stop herself from hitting him in return, she telekinetically pushed him away from her, sending him a hundred yards into the deep forest. Confused but distraught, Jean collapsed, fainting as the power she held was too much for her to bear. Meanwhile, Scott could feel himself flying back into the forest and next thing he realized what happened, he felt his back slam hard against a tree. He groaned as he fell unconscious as his body slumped down hard to the ground.
It begins as a whisper... a promise... the lightest of breezes dances above the death cries of 300 men. That breeze became a wind. A wind that my brothers have sacrificed. A wind of freedom... a wind of justice... a wind of vengeance. - Queen Gorgo