Part 6- revenge is sweet or is it? and part 7- how can I ever live
Scott help me with Marie! Storms voice brought him out
of the darkness of his mind and he slowly got up from the ground. Looking
with his hands he found his visor and put it on. He saw Storm coming with
Marie in her arms and when Storm landed, took the frightened young woman from
her arms and guided her to the side. He wished he felt something in that
moment but he didnt. He just felt...empty as if the reality of it all had
yet to hit him. He saw that Michael was out cold, probably from Storms
lightning bolts. Logan still had trouble with Sabretooth as they were
equally strong and both had healing factor.
Logan, move away from him. Now! Scott commanded as a ice-cold rage
took him. Logan moved away from Sabretooth and Scott came towards him, his
visor glowing a dangerous red.
Was this your idea? Scott asked, his voice so cold and hard that
Storm barely recognised it.
Sabretooth began but never got to say anything else. A
beam of red energy set on full intensity burned him to a crisp.
Ahhhhhhh Sabretooth cried out in agony as he burned up. A terrible
silence fell over the battlefield as he was gone, nothing but ashes to the
That was for Jean. Scott said lowly, but his voice held no emotions.
Scott! By the Light of the Goddess, what have you done? Ororo
Victor!! Mystique cried and looked ready to jump at Scott.
Go ahead, I`ll blast you down where you stand. Scott said coldly
and Mystique drew back from the venom in his voice. She turned into a strong
man and carried Michael away from the scene.
I`ll be back to avenge Victor. She promised as she went away.
Try and you die. Scott promised with just as much certainty as she
had uttered her threat. When the four X-men where alone, Rogue nestled
against Logan´s chest, crying, and Storm and Logan looked troubled at Scott,
a unnatural stillness fell over the bridge.
Scott, is Jean
. Storm began softly. Scott looked at her, his
emotions as unreadable as ever.
Shes ..gone. Shes gone. It was as if he came out from a trace
and tears started to run down his cheeks.
Shes truly gone. He sank to his knees on the bridge and cried
for the first time in as long as he could remember. He felt like his world
was crumbling and his heart was breaking in a million pieces.
Scott Summers sat in his office Saturday night a little over two. This
morning he had been too tired to talk to Jean and now she was no more. His
grip around his Bourbon glass tightened and his eyes began to water again. Oh,
Jean. Why did you have to leave me all alone again? He tried to picture
her for him; her eyes, her hair, her face but all he saw was himself blasting
her, killing her. With a suddenness which surprised even himself he threw
the glass against the wall and it broke in a 1000 pieces reminding him of
the way his heart felt right now. He picked up a picture of Jean standing on
his desk. She was smiling at him, looking so happy and trustful. And he
had betrayed that trust. He had killed the light in her eyes. Him and only
him. He let himself sink to the floor of the office and cried. Cried so hard,
he thought he should die. The moon bathed him in its silver light through
the office window, and from a distance it looked like he was praying which
he might was. Praying to get Jean back or praying to join her, no one knew.
Soon the stars gave way for the sunlight but this morning brought no
warmth and no light to Scotts life for his heart was dead and his life was
empty. He was alone. Alone and cold.
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