Burning love (Jean)

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Steve flew his helicopter out to Alcatraz because he heard some rare things were here. To him, rare didn't mean jewels or gold, but knowledge and perhaps a better grasp of important events that led to what happened. Just a while ago he had gone to where Stryker's lab had been, bent on finding some peace of evidence that reserach had been undergone there. All he found was a woman's corpse like hand...with adamantium embedded in teh fingers.

Looking down at the site where the biggest battle of ages occurred he leveled the coptor with the ground and began to go through the landing procedure. Touching upon the ground he shut off the engine and heard the rotor like propellers ease to a stand still above. Wearing a breezy open buttoned red long sleeve over black jeans he set foot on the dry earth with his tall figure standing in guard. Placing his hand on the hilt of the sword he went to investigate this place, see if he could find the history behind this place.

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Jean focused on the newly rebuilt medical facility. She heard rumors of the recent destruction and how a mysterious benefactor, perhaps a rich and powerful man, rebuilt the laboratory for his own personal gain. Now with nobody around, no one noticed her sudden appearances. On an impulse, Jean’s unexpected drive to visit a place she had no memories of ever been to was alarming as it was comforting. She was risking her safety by not telling anyone, especially the Professor, where she was planning to go. Everyone at the mansion were speaking to her careful as if she was a fragile child and because she was so determine to find answers, Jean took one of the smaller x-jets and made her journey to Alcatraz Island.

And standing on the lone island, caring not if she was caught or not trespassing, Jean merely stared at the sight around her. She was waiting for a vision, something to reconnect her with her past, but nothing seemed to happen. Out of frustration, weeks of holding her anger and avoid using any psychic abilities; the red-hair female released pure psionic energy towards the newly refurbished lab. The temper she was rightly infamous for, the mutant sighed angrily as the damage she caused crumbled to the ground.

Incredibly tired of holding back her powers, afraid someone might get hurt, it was against her nature not to be constantly connected to someone. Her recent discovery of Scott, living at Alkali Lake alone, brought her hope and eventually the return of most of her memories. While some remain a mystery, she was grateful to have her love back. But a few days ago, he disappeared and Jean tirelessly tried to search for him telepathically, but had no success. She lived months without her mind somehow connected with someone else’s, so when Scott shown up with their telepathic link, in many ways she was relieved. And now that he was gone again, her fear he might be dead, this made Jean more alone than ever before.

Her bright green eyes scanned the area, trying to find any clue that might help her remember. So far nothing seemed to work and surprised, she heard a helicopter land not too far from her current position. Already she had a massive headache and along with the pain, came the inability to control her powers. Believing it might be the new owner of the island, Jean tried to make her way back to the small X-Jet. The headache, however, enable for her to walk every far before she felt the need to rest against the building.

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Steve Daniels had read reports of the incident that had happened at Alcatraz Island. They were not pretty, and, he had read many mutants had either been sent to the hospital or had been brought in for interrogation. The war between mutants and humans was brinking at th edge and if it continued down this path, the Sentinels would arise sooner...rather then later as Cable had predicted. No, he thought as he looked down at the dirt, they shall arise as foreseen first hand by Cable. Sure Cable isn't born now, but, the futuristic guy knows enough to make my skin crawl. The place was deserted all but a lab that was not too far from his current position. I should investigate it, he noted as he took a few wary steps forward, his blue eyes narrowed as he felt a tremor bash against his psychy.

Something isn't right, he mused, I should probably head back to the copter before...too late! An explosion of fire and rage erupted sending shrapnel and pieces of technology flying about like it was caught in a deadly rift. Sent onto his back he felt some shrapnel dig into his flesh sending his lips back in a drawl as he tried to keep himself from being hurled about like some unused mop. Bringing his sword from its sheath he took a stab at the ground and held on...his nails gripped the handle in desperation and his blue eyes were blinded by the heat that seared from where the lab had stood. Whoever was out there...really had some issues to let loose. When the explosion died down he sank to his stomach and panted; several wounds had opened up and his body was practically drained...like he could feel this person's or indivuduals pain.

Kneeling by his resting sword he closed his eyes and entered a state of rest. Slowly one by one his wounds closed up leaving some nasty scars behind. Opening his eyes to reveal their normal blue he took a stance and could hear footsteps; only problem was they were heading away. Picking up his sword he stashed it in his sheath and hurried off, his shirt torn showing his muscles and scars as he hit the trail. Seeing a jet up ahead and a woman leaning up against a wall he ran in that direction instead. Coming to a halt, his tall figure slouched, he stood in front of the firery red haired woman with a weak smile. "Are you ok? I saw the explosion not too far away...are you hurt?" Staring at her he felt drawn to her, like, the pain within was echoing pain of his own...like losing someone. Of course he never had a chance with a girl he had known and never initiated any romantic stuff, but still, pain was there.

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Jean glimpsed up, the sound of a male’s voice broke her concentration away from the pain. Looking at him, standing in front of her, he appeared somehow beaten without showing any signs of injuries. She glanced at his blue eyes with her green ones, for some reason comforted by his presence. He seemed less concerned about himself and more worried about her. His clothes tattered and faint scars imbedded in his muscles, she couldn’t understand if he was returning from a battle or if it was the result of her emotional outburst. Grateful for him caring, Jean was taken aback by his heartfelt gaze--as if understood the things she was going through.

"Yes, I’m fine." Jean replied distantly, trying to maintain a calm presence. A sharp pain in her skull reminded her why she was there in the first place. It wasn’t enough she couldn’t remember an event from her life, but now she had to come to terms with losing the only man she truly loved. And now she was having an emotion breakdown in front of a complete stranger. It didn’t help he shown compassion, when he had every reason to be angry or frightened. He came to her without a moment hesitation, ignoring his own need for attention and with a kind and understanding smile. Unable to take it, Jean slid down against the building--all composure basically lost.

"Everything is wrong," she growled angrily. Something inside her snapped. Maybe the power was too much for her fragile state or perhaps losing the one person her mind was connected was slowly driving her insane. For whatever reason, crying seemed like a pathetic reason for sympathy. Only a waste of time. She felt an urge to find out what happened on this island. The Professor wouldn’t tell her, no one else would, so Jean figured she would find out on her own.

"I know this place...but, why can’t I remember?" The flaming hair woman spoke. Glancing up, she finally stared at the man as if really looking at him for the first time. The stories he might be able to share with her if she just happen to take a peek inside his mind. Although she wasn’t quite herself, Jean’s conscious stopped her from any unnecessary telepathy. It wouldn’t take much for her to lose the control over her abilities and she didn’t need the burden of someone’s death--she had enough baggage already.

"You don’t own this island, do you?" Jean questioned to the blue-eyed man. It didn’t even occur to her she should apologize for the damage if he did. She had a mission in mind and he just might have the answers. Even if he didn’t know anything, she was curious why he would be here if the island wasn’t his. It was a never ending cycle of pain and disappointment; Jean was close to rejecting everything if it meant a day without overwhelming headaches.

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Steve stood there recongnizing the pain of loss in her green eyes. It made him want to reach out and hold her, but, it was something he was fighting at the moment. Truth was, these feelings had been there when he met a stranger clothed in black and for a while he thought of confessing to her. Perhaps it was the job, or perhaps it was the time; whatever the reason he had neglected to act and chose to push her away. To be friends with someone meant having to face the fact they would never be one's life as another came into the picture. Call it a hunch, call it a thought, call it muse arised; whichever the case he knew she was with another man now. Having dug into it he had found out the guy's name was Adam, the same guy he had met in Cable's space ship.

The woman collapsed down the wall and panic set in his blue eyes. She was distraught, her emotions were over the wall and he could do little to settle what she felt. The pain of the brain and the heart coincided; in other words to make the heart better the brain must be at a state of a rest. If the brain was conflicted the heart had to solve the situation in a heart beat going with the flood of emotions traveling in the body. Having reserached this he found that right now...he was conflicted in the heart and the brain had to be the one to come up with a solution. This woman was in pain, emotional pain that sank into her heart and caused strife within and outside. Hearing her talk about memories of this place, but couldn't place a finger on it, he closed his eyes.

Sinking down to his haunches he sat before her and reached forward slowly taking her hands in his. "I do not own this island, so I apologize. The mess that happened just a few minutes ago, I have a feeling you used that power to get your emotions in check, even for a little bit you were at peace. I have tidbits of knowledge of what surpassed on this island, a battle fought between mutants...brothers in arms you could say. The issue was regarding humans in general...and a cure that could solve the mutants suffering. A great and powerful phoneix awoke on the battlefiled wreaking havoc and destruction in her wake...and she ended up hurting many. It was through sheer will power and strong feelings that a mutant by the name of Wolverine put an end to the Phonenix...granting the wish from within to be killed. This is all from reports of the incident that occurred that I dug up and some mutants who told me of their free will." Steve said as he kept his ground, his eyes locked in hers.

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Phoenix? How many times will she hear that name? Hearing the name of Phoenix brought up flashes of distant memories from a dark place she couldn’t reach. Without needing to ask him, the stranger told the history of the island and what happened months before their meeting. It was as fate pulled them together because she had questions and he had answers. So was this the war she has been hearing rumors about? Jean couldn’t imagine things between humans and mutants got so complicated, society was trying to cure mutants. Now hearing her worse fears have came true from the man standing before her, she had no choice only to feel a great burden fall on her shoulders.

"Many people died then."Jean confirmed, the sudden feeling of lost hung in her heart. The pain and aches inside her mind reassured her whoever stood against the mutants deserved it. Saying to her, humans were incredibly stupid to wage war against powerful beings that could destroy their strongest weapons. As if another person was inside her, this voice told her they world needed to be fix and the only way to win was to fight. Jean tried to push these thoughts away, but the more she struggled, the stronger the persistent voice convinced her otherwise.

Holding her head with her hands, the psychic winced at the rush of memories. What happened to Scott, what happened with Magneto and the Professor, what she did on this island; everything came back. The grief she felt and the need of vengeance were conflicting against one another. Jean had wanted to find out and now she knew, she couldn’t feel relief or even move forward in life--all she felt was brokenness. She didn’t want to lose the self-control she had, the emotional consciousness couldn’t bear another trip into insanity. Glancing to the man, she managed to send him a warning look, but couldn’t voice her thoughts into words.

The once green eyes that flashed with anger quickly transformed into a plea for help. The crimson haired female attempted to signal him through telepathy, crying her own thoughts into his own. Her fight against a menacing persona might have not been obvious, but it was easy to see she shown signs of disturbed behavior. Deep in her mind, the real Jean consciously knew he was her only chance. He seemed to understand her distress, the pain she felt of losing a loved one, and how difficult it was to overcome the feeling of being alone. Maybe this was the reason she felt drawn towards him, the reason it was easy to have the courage to push out her own cries for help.

The shouts coming from her powers were interrupted by another blast of psychic abilities. The rubble around them began to rise in mid-air. Kindness that was once a common trait was replaced with a sinister smirk. She turned her ominous eyes onto the man she no longer felt a connection with. Instead she found him an annoyance, an attractive annoyance nonetheless. It was clear she wasn’t the same woman as her green eyes flickered gold for a quick second. With a flirtatious smile, she stood up and leaned closer to him. "Why so quiet, little lamb? You’re not frightened, are you?"

[ooc: I hope this was okay. >.<]

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((Lengthy as always, but, seeing how you haven't said anything about my short replies, I'm good, lol))

Steve stared into her eyes and could tell his words were taking affect. She was transfixed, like she was lost in a time before him. I see, he thought, so she was the phoenix...or for that matter she is the Phonenix. I'm not frightened by that prospect, of feeling a deep connection to this red haired woman. If you live one life...you live it to your fullest potential and never look back. I died once...for 7 long minutes and was pronounced dead. The feeling of my body is slightly cold to that degree because I was reckless...wanting everything and taking nothing seriously. Back then I had never wanted a girlfriend, I just wanted girls and to swim in money. All that changed though...when I realized my days of being single only led me with a cold after taste.

The woman was already experiencing spasms, her body was shaking and a warning shot through his head like canon fire brushing up against some one. Something wasn't right, the building that they were near began to break apart as it flew up into the sky. Steve didn't feign fear, mainly because fear was not in his vocabulary. Taking a breath he could see she was no longer the woman in red. Something evil was running amok inside...wanting to seek escape and destruction in her wake. It was common knowledge really, from what he read, that people had two connections, one from the inside wanting out, and the other out but never wanting in.

Watching her golden eyes stare intently at him...her lips curving in a seductive way, he just sat there wearing a smug smile. "This little lamb does not know of this fear you speak of. I died once, for 7 minutes, pronounced dead and lost my life and family. I tackle fear on a daily basis, never once looking back and thinking I should've done something different. If you want proof of my strength and my courage...look no further." Steve placed a hand behind her head and leaned forward pressing his lips against hers. Perhaps this will show her I mean business.

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The kiss was predictable. Manipulation allowed her to get what she wanted. Men were easy that way. Flaunt your hips and bat your eyelashes and they become putty in your hands. Jean could feel the desire as darkness consumed her mortal soul. Her mind became a prison as Jean locked away her weeping heart. To fill the loneliness she felt for so long, Phoenix will do whatever it takes to have what she wants. Jean couldn’t handle the pressure of expectation, to live up to her responsibilities. She wanted to give it all up, so she willingly called on the Phoenix.

Her solid gold eyes sparkled with delight, pressing her lips firm against his. A fiery passion of deep desire caused a rip between personalities. The woman pushed her fingers through the stranger’s hair and pulled hard. Her other hand found its way to his back as she attempted to claw into his flesh with sharp finger nails. No matter the screaming inside her head, Jean lost control over her body and the woman in charge was going to enjoy the freedom. She didn’t ask for permission, the flaming haired mutant demanded it as her teeth attempted to sink into the lips of her newly found lover.

Numb by the presence of the Phoenix, Jean cried out mentally to any mind that would listen. Her telepathy was weakened, the influence of the Phoenix overpowering the original host. This wasn’t what Jean wanted, opening herself to the tremendous control of the Phoenix wasn’t supposed to happen. She was scared beyond belief and as if she was pounded her fists against her own skull, inside Jean tried everything from fading away--stopping herself from sleeping in an unreachable abyss. While her physical body smelled of sexual desire and to be released from the blame of the countless of deaths, Jean pleaded to someone to stop this urge.

Jean wanted escape, but still she fought against every single of her sinful desires.

The power of the Phoenix tapped into the unlimited potential, the fairly recent built laboratory cracked with ease against her psionic powers. In a moment of pleasure, a flame made of pure existing energy circled around the couple. It would be a shame if her toy would disintegrate against her mad and unstable blasts and just as she was about to have fun. No matter, if he dies she can always find another one. And if he happened to survive by incredible means, the idea of torture came to mind. It will be an interesting evening either way.

"Seven whole minutes?" Phoenix replied, the kiss broken. "Why don’t we fix that? You can try again in record time. I can help you with that." The aggressive voice spoke out. "The little lamb lost his life. The little lamb cries in strife." She insanely sung like a bed time nightmare. "Little lamb wants to see the afterlife?"

[ooc: I never rp'ed a crazy person before >>;]

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((Its alright, I enjoy the rp and it adds to the drama))

Steve felt her press her lips hard against his and he moaned in delight. It had been the first kiss shared in a awfully long time on his account. The feeling of her nails digging into hiss skin caused his flesh to sing out in protest and her body felt right up against his. Inside his head though he felt the screaming and protest going on and on. This woman was in pain, her very being was swallowed alive by this rather intoxicating presence known only as the Phonenix. There was sexual hunger in her, a meaning of escape and pushing all trouble and pain to subside in her very being until a later day to be opened up. Besides losing the oppurtunity at love with Black Cat...he had lost his very father when he was young. The rift there and not being able to have his father be proud of him still lingered in his psychic being.

Steve could feel the flames of passion wrap around his body and the newly built building was being torn from within. A storm was brewing and as her malice like voice crackled in the air he knew that she was going to kill him. Freed from the kiss, even if his body desired it, he was given a moment of clear thought. Seven minutes was a nightmare for him, to wake in the morgue in a body bag and to have his identity stripped from him. He went by Steve because Steven was gone...dead that night he had crashed into those two coming trucks. There had to be a way to break this chain of craziness before he ended up nothing but a corpse rotting under an intense weight of flames.

Steve knew that even in his state of rest the burns would never disappear. There was only one way to free her, and, he knew that this would be risky, seeing how he had just met her and all. Point was, Jean Grey, the woman inside the Phonenix was suffering from a broken heart...and she yearned for a safety net that would always catch her...and never leave her. Phonenix was a wild and uncontrollable flame, she knew not of this word he was going to throw at her, but, it would be that moment that he would bring Jean back from the brink. "You know Phonenix...I have a message for Jean. I hope you can relay this at the upmost of care and speed...so...here it goes. I love you Jean." Steve waited, holding his breath on this one moment.

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Jean could hear the stranger’s voice. Although she couldn’t respond, the words he spoke ended her constant screaming, crying for release. As soon as he said those words, the destruction suddenly stopped. Everything was quiet. For a quick second her amber eyes flashed her normal pleasant green, symbolizing her calm and kind return. But before she was given a moment, Jean faded as if she was never there. The sly smirk was back and the seductive eyes were replaced from the honest and caring green eyes. The island remained at a standstill, as if muted.

"Oh, but my dear." Phoenix pouted, drawing her finger across his jaw line. "But I am Jean, sweetie. It’s such a waste that an attractive man such as yourself is confused in the mind." She purred, leaning closer against him. "You know, it has been such a long time. Scott was such an adorable man, but it is a shame he had to meet an untimely demise. I miss him you know." The fire-haired girl gazed at him with such a hostility look. Her façade of gentle words were an illusion by themselves. But the yearning of hunger driven by her methods was a dangerous road to follow. Like a black widow, she will lure men for her utmost secret desires and kill them when she’s finished. The darkness inside had an uncontrollable flow and once pure, the pleasure of humanity drove the Phoenix to desire more.

"My, my you look upset. Don’t be my Little Lamb, you have nothing to worry about." She mewed like a kitten, moving close to his ear as she whispered words of seduction. To finish her example of temptation, she licked and tease with fleshly bites. A fixated laugh escaped her throat as she slowly pulled away, mocking him with little hints of something he cannot have. "I can take care of all your needs, all you need to do for me is yield yourself. Submit yourself to me and imagine what I can give you."

This is what the Phoenix does, it is what she desired. She questioned his pride, his integrity, and his morality as a human. The Force drives on the emotions for dominance, to know she might be able to hold their lives in her hand. Human potential and hunger for power became an obsession, a hunger that never could be filled. The love for power driven was just a bonus when Jean refused her reality and turned to the rule of Phoenix.

What a cute example, she thought to herself. He’s trying to save Jean. So sorry to disappoint you, but I’m here now. Don’t worry though, she’s safe. And safe Jean was. The man was kind trying to lure her back out, to restrain the Phoenix from turning towards temptation and allowing Jean to return. The sad part was of the whole situation, Jean was Phoenix and Phoenix was Jean. Everything she experience was Jean’s secret desire and because it created a personality free from morality.

Before the host returned to sleep, Jean was thankful. But she felt tired, angry at herself to allow herself to free the the psychic powers from Professor's mental barriers. In the end, before taking a rest, Jean sent a telepathic signal to the man telling him thank-you. She would remember his courage and maybe one day use his example and face reality again. Yet all she wanted to do was rest.

It was time for Phoenix to live now.

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Steve found his attempts futitle to delay the inevitable apparently. The Phonenix was a strong entity existing in Jean as a Medium of sorts that could come out at a whim if necessary to please herself. His words only made Jean come out for a second before being taken over by golden lust ful eyes and a body that yearned to take to the sky and wreak havoc once again. What could a mutant like him do in such a situation? He thought he had found a woman that he could connect to, whom he could possibly be in a relationship with? Why was his damn luck always thrown back in his face like a coin in a wishing well?

Steven watched as the medium began to sleep and a stirring of great energy and wrath was making the ground tremble. I love a woman who can not be, and, a woman in her place does little but want my death. She speaks of Scott, in other words Cyclops, the man who was causing this new pain to rift about at this exact spot. Cyclops wasn't here when the battle took place, he was in Alkali lake sent to another place and time...spared from what would've been a nasty death. Steve slowly rose to his feet and took a few wary steps back, his blue eyes trained on the woman known only as Phonenix.

"I tried...but my efforts were just a mockery for you to toss back at me. I do love her...and I can love you as well. However, you long to unleash your potential upon this world...and words and action along won't sway you. They say if you love someone you must set them free...so...if that is what you want...go have your fun. I am only one man...whose heart will always be yours...not to kill and rob...but to cherish and keep with you as a shield. Whatever you do out there...it is your call to make. I will be here...when you want me...when you can accept one person in your life instead of the many you want to punish. This is your time Phonenix..."

It was all he could say, all he could do as a man. He had lost the chance to be with Black Cat, and, now he was losing the battle here. He was no match via power to fight against her, and, his state of rest left him too vulnerable to attacks to heal any fire wounds. A sadness over took him that no healing could mend.