The Purest Of Pain
Note: This is my first ever fanfic I would like you to
read it and tell me how bad it is so I can learn to
write as good as the rest of you. Oh and this is the
response to the challenge to show Cyclops in a darker
image. I'm really a Cyke fan and normally would not
portray him this way.
Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine they are
Marvel's and God knows I'm not making any money off of this.
"Nooooooooo!" someone cried in terror. The smoke started
to clear as the X-Men, X-Force, and Generation X looked around in fear.
The first thing noticed was impossible to miss; the DEAD body of
before them. Seeing this supposedly meant their mission was
accomplished but a horrendous uneasiness fell over them. Two
questions were left unanswered. Where did that fatal scream come from
and even more intriguing where was Scott Summers? They psi-blast
used to destroy the High Lord showered them with confusion.
Unfortunately their questions were answered all too quickly and the
ramifications in quicker. Storm sent a rush of wind to clear away
the remaining smoke only to find her best friend the one whom she'd been
maid of honor to lying dead along side their arch-enemy. There she was
Jean Grey laying lifeless with a hole in her chest where her heart was
seemingly created by some sort of blast. "By the goddess!"
Storm yelled, "Everyone come here NOW," as tears rushed down
her face. "Jeanie?" Wolverine managed to get out of his mouth
while for the first time in his life showing true feeling without
reservation and a tough guy attitude.
"Sugah, you can't be dead?" Rogue whispered in her ear.
"Oath, the person responsible shall die for this," Cable vowed
"Oh really SON?"
There heads all rose at once to the sound of the familiar yet strange
voice. Their eyes became transfixed on something they couldn't
fathom in their wildest dreams. At the top of the hill where the battle
fought there was a sight like no other, the answer to the second
question. There stood Cyclops with a fierce look in his on his non
visor covered eyes that the strongest warrior would bow to. Draped
on his right arm stood a deeply in love Psylocke with a psychic knife
drawn. A few steps below standing as defenders of this man and
poised for attack were Iceman, Cannonball, Moonstar, Polaris, and the
thought dead tri of Magik, Legion, and set to lead the assault HAVOK.
"The dream is over....!" Cyclops began, only to be
"Not if I can help it bub!" Logan grunted.
"Silence," Iceman proclaimed as he sent a ravaging blast of
ice through Logan's chest.
"Now I shall continue.Xavier was a fool as was Apocalypse and any
of you who think in terms of having
either one race rule or have them all share mutual respect.
Apocalypse's naivete was his downfall as will be the case with the so
called dream. I have come to the conclusion that the only way to
get this world to react in a way which is suitable to me is to have
myself as ruler and my plans put into action. As you can see Jean
Grey was not part of my plan. You have the choice to join or fail."
"You will not get away with this Scott," Storm replied in a
rage unlikely to her persona.
"That choice is not yours!"
To be continued...