Dr. Jean Elaine Grey | ``The Phoenix`` (ex_the_phoen109) wrote in x_aftermath_x, @ 2009-01-04 23:15:00 |
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Death was supposed to be a forever kind of deal. There were no reprieves once you had left the land of the living. There were no second chances once the Grim Reaper came to collect. When you were dead, you were dead, and you were never ever coming back....
Then why was she here, standing and breathing?
Jean Grey had died months ago, and yet.... there she was, as alive as she had been before Wolverine had gutted her. She'd asked him to do it; to finish it; to end all of the pain and suffering she had caused others as well as herself. She knew in her heart of hearts that if he had allowed her to live that night, countless of others would've perished.
Scott.... The Professor....
They were dead now and she had joined them.
Jean knew deep down what was responsible for this seemingly miraculous feat: The Phoenix had called out for her soul and beckoned it to return her body. It had been rotting in the ground for months and when she had clawed her way out of her 'eternal resting place,' she discovered that her body had been healed almost instantaneously.
The Phoenix's powers seemed to be limitless and growing at an exponential rate. Was there anything that it—she—couldn't do?
But there was something wrong: There were no other thoughts in her head but her own.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sense other psychic signatures. Nothing. Not even single stray thought found its way into her mind.
Bemused, Jean had tried again.... and again and again, but to no avail.
She had fled the cemetery shortly thereafter, leaving overturned earth, a shattered coffin and a cracked tombstone in her wake—something that would undoubtedly cause uneasy amongst the caretakers in the morning.
Jean might've taken time to cover her tracks before she left, but her need to get answers had overtaken the calm, cool doctor rationale she had been known for.
A couple hours later, the then-late Dr. Jean Grey-Summers approached the front gates of her former home, nudging wrought iron gateway with her telekinesis. The gate squealed and groaned in protest under the pressure, but eventually they gave way and allowed her to cross over threshold and into the estate's grounds.