Jean Grey (jean_grey) wrote in parabolical, |
There was a day that passed that she didn't think of Xavier and Scott. It was hard not to think about them, especially since she was the reason why they were both gone. Sometimes she even had nightmares about what she did to them, and how it felt to have so much power lurking within her. Power that was as untamable as the wildest breast and as absolute as God himself was.... Was she a God? Was what she read, true?
The Phoenix Force was a cosmic entity, apparently. Was that what she possessed within her? Xavier had thought it a flaw, an imperfection in her mind that caused her to have a 'split personality.' All of her powers rested in her subconscious, which was why it was so dangerous for her to have full sway over them.
Back before Xavier's, before the Phoenix, she had been a seemingly normal child. She went to school, got good grades, had loving parents and a best friend. There was nothing extraordinary about her existence and she had been fine with that. But one day she'd been outside, playing with Annie (her best friend) and tragedy had touched Jean's life for the very first time.
The remembered how the ball flew passed Annie and rolled out onto the street, and Annie went after it... And then she was hit by a car that had come out of nowhere. The person behind the wheel had been speeding several miles over the speed limit.... they didn't even bother to stop....
Annie had died in Jean's arms that day. She'd experienced everything she had gone through, she had even tried to 'fix' her, but it was too late. Annie had told her not to try, that she had to go... but why? Even to this day, Jean thought she should've died with her, and she almost had. If it hadn't been for something just outside her reach of consciousness, she would've perished.
Something had lead her back to the real world. What that something was.... she hadn't the fainest idea. But now, she couldn't help but wonder if it had been the Phoenix Force. The essence of fire, life and death itself.
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Jean was resting on her side on her cot with her eyes closed. She was sleeping, just resting her eyes and thinking for a few minutes before heading back downstairs to tackle some more rooms that were in desperate need of a good dusting. They'd been there for a few weeks now, but they still had so much work to do. And as silly as it might've sounded, she was beginning to wonder if they'd ever get the place looking habitable at all.