Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 21, 2004 12:04:21 GMT -4
Christine quickly undressed and slipped on a silk white nightshirt and climbed into bed, hitting her CD player so it would start playing whatever was left in the CD player from her last trip home.
When all is said and done And dead does he love you The way that I do Breathing in lighting Tonight's fighting I feel the hurt so physical
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She spreads her love She burns me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
Wait till the day you finally see I've been here waiting patiently Crossing my fingers and my t's She cried on my shoulder begging please
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She spreads her love She burns me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
What is it you really want I'm tired of asking You come wasted
When I showed up and he was there I tried my best to grin and bear And took the stairs but didn't stop at the street And as we speak I'm going down
Cause she spread her love And burnt me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She made a face as she tossed and turned, not wanting to see the dream unfold. The dream – of which as an unbidden memory of Jason's corruption of who she was – of what she was.
But Xavier was not alone. He held his hands before him and he tensed every visible muscle. In a loud voice he cried out something unintelligible. Like a curse or an incantation. There was an explosion of hellfire and brimstone that sent a wave of heat through the room and a cloud of smoke billowing toward the unseen ceiling. Xavier laughed triumphantly as before them stood a demon with cobalt skin and fiery eyes.
Christine took a shaky breath and withdrew. Fear colored her expression and she found it hard to maintain eye contact with the demon. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
With a voice that sent shivers down Christine's spine the demon spoke in an airy rasp. "Ve only vant der Phoenix", it said as it held out it's gnarled and clawed two-fingered hand to her. "Ve care nussing about you. Gif it to us, and ve vill kill you kvickly." Its face contorted into a deadly, mocking grin.
There was something painfully familiar about the demon - although she couldn't say just what. She trembled for a moment before composing herself. "If you want the Phoenix so much, demon, come and try to take it..." The golden flames slowly appeared. With a blinding explosion of bright orange flame and a THUMP of ignited air, the demon vanished. Robed figures screamed as they caught fire and somewhere Charles Xavier's laugh echoed crazily.
Without warning, Christine felt a hand around her throat. She heard a rush of breath in her ear and a hiss. A forked tail weaved its way around her midsection as the demon's other hand grasped her arm and drew her close. It spoke with a menacing hiss and she could feel its breath crawling on her skin. "Ve vere hoping you vould say zat." She could hear its tongue licking its fangs as the demon pulled her neck closely to its mouth.
She cringed as he touched her, the feeling entirely alien and ...mostly unwelcomed... "Let go of me," she hissed, letting the gold flames extend enough to touch his skin and start to burn it. She whimpered a tiny bit, trying to not be too afraid of the demon. "Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
The demon drew its breath in response and plunged its teeth toward Christine's neck. The points of its fangs scraped across her skin as something or someone drew the hissing face away from her. Jason held the demon by its hair and clenched a hand tightly around its throat. "The Phoenix", he hissed back at the demon, "belongs to the Hellfire Club. The girl belongs to me." He wrenched the creature away from Christine and they grappled as it tried to get free.
Christine's eyes closed tightly and she let the golden flames explode into the air. She opened her eyes and looked at the demon. "No one touches me without my consent," she whispered. "No one." Her eyes matched the same golden gleam of her flames.
She hovered at the edge of waking, whimpering softly as she recalled the memory with vivid clarity.
Somewhere, the echoing laughter of Charles Xavier was suddenly cut short. Murmurs and occasional shouts could be heard as the hooded figures began to reassemble and fade in out of the darkness around them.
Jason and the demon tore at each other as each tried to gain some advantage on the other. The demon's tail whipped in the air as they lurched and tumbled about in a desperate confrontation.
Candelabras fell with a crash, sending sparks flying and candles rolling off into the darkness.
The demon rolled on top of Jason, its strange two-toed feet stood on his chest and its hands pinned his shoulders to the stone floor. A bright flash of metal in the dim light revealed that the creature held a broken shard of metal with its prehensile tail. It grinned smugly as it prepared to drive the shard into Jason Wyngarde's chest.
Christine ran and stopped in front of Jason. She reached up, the flames dancing on her extended hand. "I ask again, who *are* you, demon?" she asked. "I'd like to know who I'm sending back to hell."
The demon barked out a laugh. "Namen?", it hissed as it drove the candelabra shard into Jason's shoulder, "I am called der Tod von allen, die Sie lieben." Jason let out a cry of pain. Blood began to pool underneath him. The demon tilted its head back and roared with laughter. It withdrew its makeshift weapon and poised to strike again.
"Jason!" Christine screamed. Her eyes flashed a brilliant gold and she shot her hand out and grabbed the part of his body (the demon's) that held the blade. "Burn," she whispered.
The demon shrieked as it was engulfed in flames. It dropped its shard of metal, as it writhed and kicked trying in vain to put the fire out. With a roar of rage and pain, the demon grabbed Jason Wyngarde by the lapels and moved to sink its teeth into his neck. Jason reached out a hand and wrapped it tightly around the broken metal shard. Wincing in pain, teeth clenched, he drove it upward into the demon's chest.
Half of her wanted to help Jason - and a small part of her wanted to know why the hell the demon looked so damned familiar. She sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
The demon looked shocked and confused as it looked down at the metal shard that protruded from its chest.
"Mein Gott" , it muttered. With a blinding flash and a roar of flame, the demon vanished.
Jason collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Christine bolted awake, a psychic scream ripping free of her mind, her eyes wide with terror.
OOC: tag anyone
When all is said and done And dead does he love you The way that I do Breathing in lighting Tonight's fighting I feel the hurt so physical
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She spreads her love She burns me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
Wait till the day you finally see I've been here waiting patiently Crossing my fingers and my t's She cried on my shoulder begging please
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She spreads her love She burns me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
What is it you really want I'm tired of asking You come wasted
When I showed up and he was there I tried my best to grin and bear And took the stairs but didn't stop at the street And as we speak I'm going down
Cause she spread her love And burnt me up I can't let go I can't get out I've said enough Enough by now I can't let go I can't get out
Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around come around no more Think twice before you touch my girl Come around I'll let you feel the burn Think twice before you touch my girl Come around no more
She made a face as she tossed and turned, not wanting to see the dream unfold. The dream – of which as an unbidden memory of Jason's corruption of who she was – of what she was.
But Xavier was not alone. He held his hands before him and he tensed every visible muscle. In a loud voice he cried out something unintelligible. Like a curse or an incantation. There was an explosion of hellfire and brimstone that sent a wave of heat through the room and a cloud of smoke billowing toward the unseen ceiling. Xavier laughed triumphantly as before them stood a demon with cobalt skin and fiery eyes.
Christine took a shaky breath and withdrew. Fear colored her expression and she found it hard to maintain eye contact with the demon. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
With a voice that sent shivers down Christine's spine the demon spoke in an airy rasp. "Ve only vant der Phoenix", it said as it held out it's gnarled and clawed two-fingered hand to her. "Ve care nussing about you. Gif it to us, and ve vill kill you kvickly." Its face contorted into a deadly, mocking grin.
There was something painfully familiar about the demon - although she couldn't say just what. She trembled for a moment before composing herself. "If you want the Phoenix so much, demon, come and try to take it..." The golden flames slowly appeared. With a blinding explosion of bright orange flame and a THUMP of ignited air, the demon vanished. Robed figures screamed as they caught fire and somewhere Charles Xavier's laugh echoed crazily.
Without warning, Christine felt a hand around her throat. She heard a rush of breath in her ear and a hiss. A forked tail weaved its way around her midsection as the demon's other hand grasped her arm and drew her close. It spoke with a menacing hiss and she could feel its breath crawling on her skin. "Ve vere hoping you vould say zat." She could hear its tongue licking its fangs as the demon pulled her neck closely to its mouth.
She cringed as he touched her, the feeling entirely alien and ...mostly unwelcomed... "Let go of me," she hissed, letting the gold flames extend enough to touch his skin and start to burn it. She whimpered a tiny bit, trying to not be too afraid of the demon. "Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
The demon drew its breath in response and plunged its teeth toward Christine's neck. The points of its fangs scraped across her skin as something or someone drew the hissing face away from her. Jason held the demon by its hair and clenched a hand tightly around its throat. "The Phoenix", he hissed back at the demon, "belongs to the Hellfire Club. The girl belongs to me." He wrenched the creature away from Christine and they grappled as it tried to get free.
Christine's eyes closed tightly and she let the golden flames explode into the air. She opened her eyes and looked at the demon. "No one touches me without my consent," she whispered. "No one." Her eyes matched the same golden gleam of her flames.
She hovered at the edge of waking, whimpering softly as she recalled the memory with vivid clarity.
Somewhere, the echoing laughter of Charles Xavier was suddenly cut short. Murmurs and occasional shouts could be heard as the hooded figures began to reassemble and fade in out of the darkness around them.
Jason and the demon tore at each other as each tried to gain some advantage on the other. The demon's tail whipped in the air as they lurched and tumbled about in a desperate confrontation.
Candelabras fell with a crash, sending sparks flying and candles rolling off into the darkness.
The demon rolled on top of Jason, its strange two-toed feet stood on his chest and its hands pinned his shoulders to the stone floor. A bright flash of metal in the dim light revealed that the creature held a broken shard of metal with its prehensile tail. It grinned smugly as it prepared to drive the shard into Jason Wyngarde's chest.
Christine ran and stopped in front of Jason. She reached up, the flames dancing on her extended hand. "I ask again, who *are* you, demon?" she asked. "I'd like to know who I'm sending back to hell."
The demon barked out a laugh. "Namen?", it hissed as it drove the candelabra shard into Jason's shoulder, "I am called der Tod von allen, die Sie lieben." Jason let out a cry of pain. Blood began to pool underneath him. The demon tilted its head back and roared with laughter. It withdrew its makeshift weapon and poised to strike again.
"Jason!" Christine screamed. Her eyes flashed a brilliant gold and she shot her hand out and grabbed the part of his body (the demon's) that held the blade. "Burn," she whispered.
The demon shrieked as it was engulfed in flames. It dropped its shard of metal, as it writhed and kicked trying in vain to put the fire out. With a roar of rage and pain, the demon grabbed Jason Wyngarde by the lapels and moved to sink its teeth into his neck. Jason reached out a hand and wrapped it tightly around the broken metal shard. Wincing in pain, teeth clenched, he drove it upward into the demon's chest.
Half of her wanted to help Jason - and a small part of her wanted to know why the hell the demon looked so damned familiar. She sank to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
The demon looked shocked and confused as it looked down at the metal shard that protruded from its chest.
"Mein Gott" , it muttered. With a blinding flash and a roar of flame, the demon vanished.
Jason collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Christine bolted awake, a psychic scream ripping free of her mind, her eyes wide with terror.
OOC: tag anyone