Chapter Text
31st October 2019; Charlotte, North Carolina
She knew that this day would come. With her line of work as a firefighter. Saving lives was her life, pride and joy.
But she wasn't prepared for death to come knocking this early in life, she was only thirty after-all.
That's the price she's paying for a foolish mistake. As she laid on the hardwood floor of a burning apartment with a large piece of wood impaled in her bottom half torso; the flames were rising rapidly, clouding the room in smoke. She could hear her crew yelling through the dying walky-talky.
"HOLD ON, SIMMONS! JUST HOLD ON A FEW MINUTES LONGER! WE'RE COMING!" She could only give a sharp laugh followed by a cough. Reaching for the radio with a trembling hand, "Jones, let my family know that I love them, ok? And you guys were the best crew anybody could've asked for. We know I'm not gonna make it out of here." She gave a shuttered breath, holding back a wince as her crew yell.
"I love you guys."
She dropped the radio and took a deep breath. A smile broke out on her face as her fondness for her crew and family came to mind. "They'll be alright." With a nod, she closed her eyes and let the flames consume her.
11:11 pm, Lieutenant Aidrian Simmons of Charlotte Fire Dept, station 15 passed away. Her family and friends mourned.
31ST OCTOBER 1992, Lake Charles Memorial Hospital for Women, Louisiana
She didn't know what to expect from her on next great adventure but this wasn't it. Being trapped in a dark, enclosed space, barely being able to move her arms and legs. A weird voice was constantly talking to her. If this was hell then the Christians lied. It was supposed to be hellfire, torture, and all kinds of other wild shit but all she has is boredom and darkness. As time ticks by she forgets everything apart from her death.
After nine long months, she is reborn. She takes her first breath in the world before wailing. As she's panicking in distress, nurses are wiping her blood covered body down, covering the wailing baby in a blanket before handing her to the new parents.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Bennett and Mr. Tuffley. It's a healthy baby girl!"
'HOLY SHIT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT ME?!' She opens her eyes, only to see blurs. Her mother and father trade glances as they feel their magic run over their daughter. 'An Old Soul' Their magic spoke to them as they felt the sheer power coming from the small babe.
"She's gonna be something else when she's older," her father spoke as he placed a kiss on the babes' forehead.
"Hey there, baby girl. It's ya momma," the woman says in wonder as she runs a finger down her chubby cheeks.
"What have you decided to name her?" The woman smiles tiredly at her husband. "Ororo Ayana Bennett."
The baby lets out a sound of confusion. She knew that last name! But from where she couldn't remember it. Well, maybe once she grows up again she would remember but for now, she has to be a baby again. Her old life and name was lost to her, so she accepts the new name, Ororo.
'Let's hope I don't die tragically in this life.'