chap 2
Chap 2
Among the mutant world, some classifications are still in order. Beta is the lowest power level a mutant can have and omega is the highest level. Not many mutants can reach such a level: Magik, for example, is an omega level thanks to being one of the few mutants who can control magic and portals with such precision, as well, as being the ruler of Limbo. Emma Frost, on her end, is an omega telepath but…such prowess seems so frugal.
Especially as among the main hall of the X-mansion walks mutants such as Nightcrawler, Wolverine, and Storm whose powers may not be Omega-there´s some debate on Storm´s part as some think she does qualify- talking to one of their ally, Cap. Marvel. An ally, Emma cooly thinks, who has done much to help the mutants.
Cap. Marvel had so many aliases and so many powers…could she have prevented Genosha´s massacre? Maybe not without some casualties, of course, but it would have prevented some lives.
Maybe my family would have survived…
Storm is elegant, her white eyes bravely staring at the Avenger. Storm speaks with such diplomacy as much a veteran X-men can muster. “Carol, I understand the urgency here, we all do. I lost my sister thanks to the Pheonix” Ororo´s words are laced with regret and mourning. Her eyes, while still white narrow at Carol. “But we the X-men are busy, incredibly so…if we are to leave now to help the mutants, who will help Genosha´s children?” Ororo poses the question to Carol.
Cap. Marvel for all her power and renown…can´t forget the genocide of Genosha so easily. “Those kids have the best chance of surviving with you” Carol agrees and ignores the blank stares the 3 mutants are giving. Carol is quick to backtrack. “But no one will have any future if Pheonix is back…that parasite will take, take, and take” Carol didn´t lose her patience. Her tone is filled with compassion. “What happened in Genosha is a tragedy, but if Pheonix arrives here…it will be all for nothing”
Emma Frost could have stayed silent and walked away. In the Hellfire era, Emma Frost wasn´t exactly heroic….Kitty Pryde still gives the stinky eyes if Emma Frost is lucky, Storm still doubts the White Queen´s every move and Wolverine is not so subtle about how his claws can dismantle diamonds.
Emma can´t stay silent even if she is near Prof X´s painting. Even if the man is silently judging her very presence. What´s new? What men haven´t judged me in some way or another?
“What lovely statement, tell me something Carol, are you our ally?” Emma stalks closer to the Avenger, knowing Storm is not showing any fondness for the woman. Emma Frost is always wearing white, always walking among the danger fearless.
Carol is aware of how Scott Summers is housing White Queen, Emma Frost, in other situations Carol Danvers would demand this woman be arrested, however, in cases of extreme need…Cap. Marvel can turn a blind eye. “I think you know,” Carol adds arrogantly but with a keen desperation. “How Pheonix is dangerous…she could destroy this world…and I don´t think I can stop it” admits shamefully.
The press once called the X-men as cult members and how Pheonix is their God. It was, of course, a trash article a member of Humanity First crafted to gear more hate. Scott Summer had to intervene…had to explain how his dear wife sacrificed herself to save the planet…
Emma vividly remembers that interview and how…Jean was a lucky woman to have Scott Summers to go such lengths for her. Scott didn´t measure words in that day, nor his actions. No one badmouthed Jean Grey´s name again nor linked the X-men to cults or Pheonix.
What foolish and lucky woman you were Jean Grey.
“Then tell me, Carol,” Emma refuses to use the Cap Marvel. Emma can´t be bothered. “Where was the Avengers when Genosha fell? Where were you when our babies were burned?”
Carol has no answer for that.
“Leave, the Avengers aren´t our friends anymore” Emma replied much to Carol´s anger, Emma´s body turned into diamond the moment Cap. Marvel grabs her arm. Carol is powerful, of course, she is, but even she knows fighting Emma Frost plus Wolverine, Nightcrawler and Storm is a bad idea.
Getting help is not going as smoothly Carol thinks. Emma didn´t bulge. “Oh, the situation is getting difficult?” Emma mocks staring into her eyes with a scowl.
Carol tries once again. “Listen, please, even Scott Summers would agree. This is a dangerous situation, the Earth can end” Carol pleads as the power scale between her and Phoenix is laughable. Phoenix is another level of power…if I was still Trinity …maybe we could have a shot.
“Would I?” Scott Summers is climbing down the stairs looking distrustful of Carol. “Carol, where were you when Genosha fell?”
Carol is ready to explain her side of the story. Sure, Genosha fell but many other places do fall as well, isn´t that history? The Earth is facing a bigger threat one Scott knows so intimately.
“Where were you when our babies were burning, Carol?” Scott asks again.
Carol can´t even think of an answer as her mind is flashed by kids being burned, and buildings being explored and panic, fear, and death linger. It was all for a minute, Emma then looked and clicked her tongue. “You saw one minute of Genosha, one.”
Carol left.
Jean Grey is dead, and maybe she will come back again running gag in a morbid sense is popular among the students- mourning Jean is like Russian roulette, she can return tomorrow, next week, or never…what do you do with this grief?
Jean Grey is dead and her sacrifice granted humanity a second shoot. Scott Summer confides with Emma Frost how maybe such a trade wasn´t fair. Jean gave him another chance in life…and Scott wanted to make the world a better place for mutants.
He lays in her bed…talking about Phoenix. The powerful cosmic bird is indeed as powerful as Carol says and more.
Jean Grey is dead and PHEONIX needs a new host.
“You think any of us….”Emma trails off unsure, for once in her life, how to continue. Scott seems to understand her meaning.
“Jean once told me…The Pheonix picks one host but it can be more than one. All you feel, what the bird feels is one thing amplifying in levels we can´t understand”
So this is power…
Emma heard the tale of the Phoenix saga more than once. Kitty Pryde didn't shy away from the details much to Emma’s distaste, after all, Emma was acutely aware of what Jean did to the Hellfire. Was she wrong? No. Does Emma hold a grudge? Like nobody else. Even with the Fire Bird returning to the X-men, to the Earth, no one was particularly too afraid.
They survived Pheonix one time.
Even among the walls of X-men, among the photos of the past where everything sounds so simple…it´s impossible to forget how Jean once installed a fire, a fear so ingrained in the X-men, in the world that her name is scorched in their minds. Emma Frost can´t forget how…even in her villainous era, she couldn´t compete with Jea Grey.
The Phoenix is to arrive any minute now…
Even now, the walls seem to melt, the fire seems to suffocate her lungs. Emma Frost is powerless regarding the raw power of Phoenix.
Emma closes her eyes. This is…not a mere story.
No! I’m as real as Jean Grey was.
Why are you here?
I need a host, I die, I revive. I’m the eternal cycle.
Why me?
You want power.
Emma can feel the flames of the Phoenix. Can feel scorching her very soul, in a literal sense. For a moment, Emma was delirious, maybe she had indeed gone mad as Kitty had suggested many times. Wicked women tend to have this type of ending, not a happy one with men like Scott Summers.
She screams…a hurl escapes her lips breaking the entire section of windows. It creates a hole in the walls, it brings the heat, it brings the fire. It brings life and death in one sentence of pure torture, in one sentence that gives pure delight.
It brings all the X-Men.
Emma Frost is covered in this cosmic power.
“The fire couldn't take me. I control it” Emma Frost, the White Queen, speaks excitedly barring to mania. Her old attire is remodeled molecule by molecule to something gold, and white.
“I'm the Phoenix now!” Emma declared to all the X-Men. Their faces are an amount of shock sans Scott who is impossible to read. Emma doesn't need telepathy to understand him.
“My first order….is to bring back Genosha!” Emma spoke like a god ordering humanity and in a way she is. Emma has no delusion she is now something greater.
Scott? Are you with me? Emma asked in his mind, smirking.
“Always!” Scott confirms authority and confidence. “Let's bring Genosha back!”
No other X-Men has anything to complain about in regards to this order.
The Avengers once explained to Scott Summers, hiding condescending and ill-impressions, how Genosha was an accident, a tragedy but something the Mighty Avengers couldn´t prevent. Scott remembers such a moment clearly.
Now Pheonix found a new host, one that is not Jean Grey. Tony is the first to point out how it´s another woman linked to Scott Summers. “Not only do you date telepaths, but you also only date women who are Cosmic beings?” Tony jester.
No one laughs.
Cap. America is the one to shift all the blame on Scott. “The Earth is in danger, and you bring this parasite to your new girlfriend?” Steve´s voice is full of blame. “The Avengers are here because YOU can´t be trusted with the Phoenix, none of you can” and tosses his shield at Scott Summers.
The shield made of the greatest material Earth could produce is used for something so juvenile…
Emma could fry the shield, maybe do more so.
Scott is perfectly capable of destroying the strongest material on this planet with his laser. Now, the Avengers are all lined up very noticeable the absence of Thor, Wanda, and Pietro- ready for a battle.
Scott smirks it feels as if he´s taunting Cap America…and maybe he is. “You wanna X-Men vs Avengers? OK”
All the mutants are ready to battle.
Emma has the same smirk as Scott.
In one way or another, the Avengers will get what they truly bargain for.
Genosha is a graveyard, it´s impossible to deny. Many donations were made here and there and while it´s possible to restore the buildings of mutant culture in a physical form, no money can resurrect the man lays of bones still present in the wither soil.
Magneto shouted, hurled, and cried once Genosha no longer endured the inferno of Sentinels. Now, all Genosha is right now can be summarized in piles of bones and stench of rotten flesh. Once upon a time, there was music and dance…
Now is only bones.
Now only researchers are cataloguing the genocide with their cameras and a few sketches.
Researchers who are humans, wearing gloves, as they gently lift the skull of an unknown mutant. “This one didn´t lose the teeth” a female researcher clarifies, her blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail to her co-workers. No one of them has horns, tails, or let alone powers.
Still, the skull is being held so carefully. “I think this one was a child” and hands the skull to her co-worker who is taking so much care. “Please, place among…” Her words die off as sweat is coming in large doses.
“Hey, is it me, or is getting hot?” one of them inquired knowing it was summer in Genosha but the small island never had summer at such a level. The researcher has a fan but it only brings more heatwave.
“Yeah, it´s getting way …” His line dies off as his eyes widen and point to the sky. In the sky, there´s a fireball, no, a firebird. Emma Frost, engulfed in fire glory, brought Scott Summers, along with the X-men to the desolation of the Genosha.
There are only humans here.
The female research is on the ground, withering. Genosha was never this hot.
Oh, we did have one particular inferno, have you forgotten Dr?
Emma replied in her mind as the fire engulfed everything and everyone. Scott Summers is seeing red, in a literal sense. The fire is a literal inferno but for once the man is full of hope. Hope, as Scott knows, is something so flincky but is all he can offer now.
I hope…I hope so much…
Darling…I promised to bring Genosha back, didn´t I?
The fire fades and the Genosha is alive once again. The bones are now full of living mutants, breathing once again and speaking. The destruction is no more. The researchers are witnessing a miracle.
Genosha is alive.
The researchers are seeing a real miracle.
The X-men are seeing a real miracle, not even Jean Grey could have done something like that.
Emma, still powered up by Pheonix, cradles his face and uses her telekinesis to softly remove his glasses. “Relax darling, you can´t hurt me” Emma promised and the visor was gone. Scott´s eyes are red and Emma never saw something more beautiful.
Scott kisses her feeling the fire. It´s familiar, way too familiar, but the man hugs her as Emma tastes him.
This is real power.
The kiss is getting intense. A kiss of death, a kiss of life. Emma breaks the kiss as she gently puts the visor back on his eyes, protecting his sanity. “You still fear hurting people even if you spend so much time training…Scott, do you want real power?”
Scott doesn´t need words. He kisses her again.
The fire doesn´t hurt.
It´s all too familiar.
The Cuckoos sisters open their eyes in unison. They were killed and burned and it was a horrible death thanks to how slow it was. Now, they are alive again. “That wasn´t a nightmare…what happened?” Using their telepathy is possible to see how Genosha is back again.
Hello girls
The Cuckoos can hear Emma Frost in their minds.
We have a lot to chat.
That is the understanding of the century.
Are you fucking Scott Summers?
As I said we have a lot to chat about.
Genosha´s council was sitting in the center of the island. The building had 3 flooring but was a pile of scrambles thanks to Sentinels, however, now it´s back to a grandiose state. Emma is many things Pryde can testify how full of vices Emma has, Nightcrawler would be her second witness- but no one can deny her taste in fashion and decoration is impeccable.
The first version of Genosha was a pile of colors, many flags were tossed as if to be tested until one became the primary.
In the second version, there´s a sense of regal, poison, and elegance only Emma Frost could craft. Gensoha now has no king, only a godness. Scott Summers can see how everything is red but free of fire, free of death and destruction.
This is the future he wants for all the mutants and X-men.
“And you? What do you want?”Emma inquired with golden glowing eyes but still with a soft tone. No one would imagine Emma Frost to have such a tone. Her warm hand cradled his face once again.
Scott is seeing a God.
Scott is seeing Emma Frost.
Scott´s throat gets a knot. What does Scott Summers truly want? He is the fearless leader of the X-men. What I want…I want a normal, peaceful life for all my X-men…and one for me too. I want a family, Emma. I want to stop fighting.
Emma´s smirks are well-known.
Emma´s kinder smiles are rare. One can say her real smile is like a rough diamond. “Charming, darling, charming” Emma answers chuckling. Scott can´t help to think how beautiful she looks now. “Now? I´m always beautiful you silly man”
Scott has to agree. “You´re a beautiful woman, rare like a diamond. You´d well under duress” Scott repeats one of her famous lines. Emma catches his lips again, the fire is overwhelming, Scott can feel everything and still wants more.
Scott´s hand passes through her hair, grabbing her golden locks, and feeling the texture. Pulling as his kiss gets heater, his tongue is tasting her, she may suck his soul, and even so…it wouldn´t stop him. Not even now as Emma is moaning as Scott is breaking loose.
My and I haven´t even done anything…you are a kinky man, Scott Summers.
I know!
The kiss ends thanks to one of them still bedding oxygen. Emma´s face is reddened, and Scott is adjusting his visor. The blonde woman speaks decisively. “You can take your visor…I told you, you won't hurt me…not for this” Emma slowly touches on the visor, her gloved fingers feel the texture of the visor and remove it. His eyes don´t hurt her. Emma only smirks. “I´ve power, darling…you´re safe here”
Scott is fully dressed.
Scott is without his visor and once again, Scott has to make sure to his mind everything is fine. Never he could look at things without fear of destroying everything. One time, Jean used the Phoenix to let Scott Summers finally see her face without fear, just her face…and she is gone.
Scott can see everything in this room.
Scott can see Emma Frost. Pushing her against the wall, not worried if is respectful of what they are doing. Emma´s hands are tracing his back as her legs are teasing, nudging his legs but never wrapping above. Not yet.
Scott kisses her neck, leaving love bites.
Emma is a screamer.
Emma is a God.
The man can smell her lavender scent, the fire, the death, and the life all in one scent. He breaks free to remove his clothes, again, not caring if is proper to make love here. Emma takes a hand on this, pun intended.
Emma is a God.
Being barren in front of a God is something many religious people, such as Kurt Wagner, would try to either see as something Holy or something sacrilegious. Yet, Scott Summers is surprised he is doing this for a second time.
Emma smirks at him. Her perfect pearl white teeth. “Kneel!” Scott does so without any complaint. Emma is a God. Emma is barren and opens her legs, Scott doesn´t need more instructions.
Scott is eating her out. He is eating from a God. Hearing his God moan his name. It´s a sweet sound and Scott is motivated to do more.
“Scott…” Emma moans.
Her orgasms are coming, hitting so close. “Scott” Emma repeats with more vigor. Scott doesn´t stop.
Can´t stop, especially as he knows Emma is so close to Orgarms. She cums in his mouth and Scott Summers is not one to waste.
God is love.
Emma is a God now.
Make love in order.
Emma pushes him down on the flooring. Scott offers no resistance, his erect dick is impossible to ignore, and Emma surely fancy herself as a benevolent god. She sits on him, adjusting his member on him.
Scott groans in pleasure.
Emme rides him up and down.
Emma is a God.
Scott is feeling everything.
God wants to make love with Scott Summers, again.
His shaft fits her in, stretching even and Emma can feel it, so does Scott. She goes up and down knowing Scott is looking only at her body. “They are natural…but I did a rhinoplasty” informed Emma amused, or rather, too high on the adrenaline.
Scott does not mind. Real nose or not, Emma is stunning. A true Goodness to worship.
“Oh then please …continue to do so!” Emma ordered as she rode him more and more feeling his orgasms coming. His shaft gets harder, pulsing and Emma wants all of it.
Greedy woman
Oh darling you have no idea.
Scott is holding back, he wants to continue to pleasure her. He wants to be inside this woman for as long as possible.
I want it…Scott don't make me plead.
Scott throws a laugh but complies. Emma Frost truly deserves the best. He orgasms inside of her.
It's far from over.
“Greedy man”
“Just like you”
It's not the first time Scott has to make love with a god.
Dumping all his load is the mission, but it´s not enough. Scott Summer is nothing more than a man on a mission, therefore, when Emma is done riding him when her wet folders are still wet and dripping with their seed…Scott still has the energy to bend her over and fuck her senseless still.
Scott Summers can feel the future, so familiar.
The Avengers are in one piece, in theory. However, Cap America lost his shield, his word was burned with the words ‘’fascist’’ written in there. The other Avengers aren´t so well. Black Panther didn´t want and still does not want to participate in their chase against Phoenix.
The President of the US is next with the Human Firsts´s leaders and how they can create a Sentinel cable to destroy Genosha, once again.
I THINK THE FUCK NOT
A voice enranged the room echoing in their minds. Emma´s voice is powerful, laced with fire. Tony Stark is on the floor as his Iron Man suit is powerless in front of such raw power.
The Human First´s leaders plus their scientists are having their minds melt, literally. Then, their heads melt. The smell of rotten flesh assaulted all the Avenger´s noises. The bones of the humans are barren for all eyes to see.
The president of the US watches as the message is very clear.
YOU WON'T KILL US AGAIN
It´s a message is given…Emma Frost makes her first rule.