eat an entire galaxy!
I did skip last nights party though. I felt that after all that had happened, people had seen enough of me. So I headed downstairs and into the Med Lab, and hovered of myself. Literally.
"Alright. Come on you." I said to myself, feeling entirely stupid. I placed a hand on my clone's head and a brilliant white light filled the room. After a few moments, I stood alone in a white and gold version of my Phoenix costume. "There. All my pieces." I said, still talking to myself. Now I am whole.
After this I left, heading up to Scott's room where I found an old shoebox of his. He began to go through it, and was saddened by what I found. This whole time. When I thought it was me, it was Warren. And now Warren is seemingly with Emma. And I am old. Alone. And done for. Not really, but I felt I need a dramatic statement there. I am actually fine with this revelation. Scott was too whiny for me anyhow. Where is the little prick anyways?
Oh well. After placing the box in Warren's room, I promptly headed to Cerebra to find my "husband." He was at the Hellfire Club. Which was recently turned into a glorified strip bar. He was seemingly enjoying the show, up until he sensed me. He immeadiately perked up and ran out in an atempt to resolve the situation. Too late. I left the chamber and headed outside, meeting him on the front lawn.
"Jean. You're alive. And not crazy." he said to me, reaching for my hands.
"Yes. But too bad I can't say the same for you."
"What? What do you mea-" he started, but I cut him off by erasing his memory. Now. I know that may seem irrational and evil and Dark Phoenix like, but I put it back together. Except this time, he would not remember anything about me.
"Who're you?" he asked me, a puzzled expression on his face. "My name is Jean Grey."
"Why hello Jean. Nice to meet you."