"There are dark forces, Wolverine; human forces building a weapon that could bring about the end of our kind."
~ Magneto
A cloud of thick white vapor hung in the air resembling an embarrassed bridegroom abandoned at the altar. Breathing was difficult, in this soup, you couldn't see your fingers wiggling in front of your face. All the X-Men were at a disadvantage, not a familiar skin. The cold worked in the Sentinals' favor, the X-Men couldn't handle the cold, like Jean.
A few yards away, her ex-husband, Scott, lay dying while bleeding out. The thin-red liquid covered the snow in creepy make-shift battle patterns. 'Stupid,' she thought, and 'what a waste of a life.' Jean tried to talk him out of this, knowing he had an ulterior motive, but in the end, this cost Scott his life.
Spurned by hated, Jean drew on two powers, matter transmutation, and her telekinesis. A fly-by-the-seat kind of girl, she used the things around her. This time, Jean chose rocks to be her weapon. She blended one rock with another, moving them around in the sky. Consuming each other. The process repeated until Jean was happy with the stone-like pieces. Taking the transmuted stones, Jean hurled them toward her enemies, bowling them all down.
Telepathy wasn't a tool to use against the Sentenials, it was useless. Jean relied on her telekinesis. It proved useful as she moved X-Men to a safer place. Watching her comrades sacrifice themselves for the future of all mutants, teased her darker side. The cost when any mutant died in their mutual 'tribe' took its toll.
Frigid temperatures began to infiltrate her bones. Too many from her platoon wouldn't be able to take the cold for much longer. Angry, she would have to admit defeat. Her last order would be retreat. Silently she would tell this younger platoon of X-Men to get to run for the Blackbird. Jean came up with an idea, that stopped her.
Jean's Astral Projection fit her plan. Leaving the others behind, she would fight from the murderous side. She didn't stay, it would be advantageous that Sabastian and Emma didn't see her. Projecting to her point of exit, she yelled to no one. "It's a trap," The silence relayed everything Jean needed to know. How could they die so quickly?
The two vortexes overlay each other, the ninety-year-old Magneto went in, and his younger self arrived in the present due to the vortexes merging to make a causal loop.
As the Vortex in her world opened, Jean began to have an uncomfortable feeling, followed by literal electricity flooding through her body. Her veins, conduits. The drafty frigid air picked up, making loud sounds as it blew through the trees. Shivering, teased by the cold daring her to fight, instead, it hurt her. Traveling on the wind, Jack Frost's breath was so cold the air froze into sharp knives. Piercing her delicate hand, dangerous cold sliced her bare skin with the sharp edge only the cold brings.
The ground under her feet began to rumble. It took everything she had to keep her lids open against a heavenly white light, almost blinding her. Get out of the ..." Jean started screaming at the unrecognizable mutant, walking forward. Erik entered the area within the dimensions of Jean's forcefield, as it started falling to the ground behind him.
Simultaneously, the magnetism between the two mutants and the melding of their powers trapped them inside the force field. Morghing into a human-sized ball. For three miles, this transmutation rolled, stopping without warning. Ferociously, Erik's indiscernible thoughts assaulted Jean's mind. She wondered if this was natural, or on purpose.
Jean tried to keep a distant distraction between them, but her medical instincts possessed her. "Are you hurt?" Exhaling, she chose to ask him, hoping her honesty would elicit the same honesty in return. "This is going to sound strange, but you feel ...". Silence. Jean a ragdoll, fell forward head first. With impact, Jean's head made a hollow thump. Every part of her slumped to the left.