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The words were broken pieces, fragments of images rushing before her eyes. She only knew vague flashes of past events, words that she said? Were they unresolved? It burned deep in her mind trying to fish for any semblance of information she could get. All she could remember without pain was a large bird of fire, and the name for such a creature.
“Phoenix…” the word fell from her lips as she was finally conscious of the fact she was rising from the ground, out of the cage she had been unconscious in for a few days. She glanced at the headstone behind her. Jean Grey, that must have been her name. It felt familiar...like home. Was she home? She couldn’t remember, it burned again, and she hissed in pain, letting out a psychic shriek, louder than any before, passing out from the pain.
She woke up in someone’s arm, the bounce of them walking while carrying her waking her from her slumber. She felt another presence nearby, whispering. Her consciousness was still questionable and she could only catch a part of their speech. “But I killed her, Storm, with my own hands.”
“I know, but this is exactly how she looked when she was 18. I have the pictures to prove it, Logan. It’s her.”
