Friday, April 14, 2006

Nostalgia

Oh. The good ol' days. When it was just the five of us. No offense to the many others that sport and have sported the X over the years. I'm just being nostalgic. I found this picture in a shoebox in my room. It's not even my shoebox, as I've never owned a pair of Reebok's in my life.

And upon further investigation, I found several photographs of myself. It was creepy, to say the least. There were also plenty of notes inside, scribbled in a handwriting that I know all to well. Scott.

All these years, Scott has been stalking me. Professor. I'm afraid. What if he's out there. Right now. Watching me. I feel... dirrty.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Much Needed Break

I escaped the Infirmary and Hank's excessive questions about my health to go for a fly. Boy did it feel good. This whole week has been nothing but one thing after another. Charles' supposed kid. "Jean" going crazy. The real Jean being reborn. Emma meeting her double. Oh yeah, Gaia died or something too. But the sky is such a retreat. I love it. There is no other feeling than that of flying through the sky as fast as one can, soaring above everything, forgetting all that happens below.
If anyone needs me, I can be found flying around.
I do have my communicator on me. But please, emergencies only.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Fireflies


I awoke on board the ship, apparently missing Gaia's epic battle with the Dark Phoenix. I had no clue what had happened, and while everyone gawked over the heroic young woman I made my way to one of the ships windows, staring out.

I saw what can only be described as a faint outline of fire, wafting back down to earth. I would have told everyone, but I was so hoping that Jean was not really dead. And now I know she's not. But if this is a good thing, or not, is left to be seen.

I hope the new Jean doesn't go crazy. Maybe some of our other resident telepaths would know what could possibly become of this faint remnant of the Phoenix Force.