03-20-2005, 11:41 PM
For the span of forever (or at least that's what it seemed like), Victoria's life flashed before her eyes as the furance of heat that the Phoenix blew off engulfed her. As Iron Fist drug her below, she couldn't clear her head. Her mind was spinning and whirling around her. Images of Sinister, herself strapped to a lab table, him standing over her smiling, Piotr, Kitty...Spider-Man, Beast....and then...there was silence.
"Hello?" it echoed through her head. For as long as Victoria could remember, she had always been able to hear the constant background hum of the Phoenix Force within her head...and now it was gone. Rising from her like it's name, and leaving her a shell of her former self. She had to pause against a wall and close her eyes.
"Hank...oh god Hank where are you?" again, silence. Somewhere along the line, her healing factor kicked in and the weak feeling left in the wake of the Phoenix turned into a hollow thud within her chest.
Victoria wasn't sure how to feel. Part of her felt liberated. Another part of her felt a stark terror in knowing that if the Phoenix left her, it had found a host elsewhere, and that host may not be as strong as she was. She may have very well single handedly sealed the fate of this world all on her own.
Tears brimmed along the edges of her deep brown eyes and she fought to contain them.
Hank wasn't here, Tessa wasn't here, Peter wasn't here. No one would understand this...no one would know what to think...and if anyone else put two and two together, the death of this reality would fall squarely on Victoria's pale shoulders.
It was at that point, as she stumbled along the corridors, her mind numb from the passing events, that she was the silver haired man. Tears began to pour from her eyes as she closed them. She couldn't believe she was running into him again. Would this circle ever end?
"Hello Pietro...." she ran a hand through a tangled mess of white hair, pushing it out of her face as best as should could. Her mind still whirling and churning over everything.
"Hello?" it echoed through her head. For as long as Victoria could remember, she had always been able to hear the constant background hum of the Phoenix Force within her head...and now it was gone. Rising from her like it's name, and leaving her a shell of her former self. She had to pause against a wall and close her eyes.
"Hank...oh god Hank where are you?" again, silence. Somewhere along the line, her healing factor kicked in and the weak feeling left in the wake of the Phoenix turned into a hollow thud within her chest.
Victoria wasn't sure how to feel. Part of her felt liberated. Another part of her felt a stark terror in knowing that if the Phoenix left her, it had found a host elsewhere, and that host may not be as strong as she was. She may have very well single handedly sealed the fate of this world all on her own.
Tears brimmed along the edges of her deep brown eyes and she fought to contain them.
Hank wasn't here, Tessa wasn't here, Peter wasn't here. No one would understand this...no one would know what to think...and if anyone else put two and two together, the death of this reality would fall squarely on Victoria's pale shoulders.
It was at that point, as she stumbled along the corridors, her mind numb from the passing events, that she was the silver haired man. Tears began to pour from her eyes as she closed them. She couldn't believe she was running into him again. Would this circle ever end?
"Hello Pietro...." she ran a hand through a tangled mess of white hair, pushing it out of her face as best as should could. Her mind still whirling and churning over everything.
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