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Disclaiimer: This is the latest chapter in the X-Entries series, dealing with Ororo Munroe, Storm. I hope you enjoy it, and as usual, I’d appreciate any feedback you can give me. The X-Men belong to Marvel Comics, and no profit is being made off this
X-Entries: Storm
Goddess, I don’t remember the last time I felt like this. Simply, slowly tending to the wounds of my mother Earth, tweaking the flowers, uprooting the weeds, simply gardening in the Mansion grounds.
I truly don’t know how I could have lost the joy of doing this. I so enjoy watching my hands caress the plants, feeling the slow breeze against my cheek, the shining sun raining down his light and heat upon me. I am in peace.
It’s been too long since I felt like this. I remember, as in a haze, being at Japan, facing off against Shawn and the Kingpin. Goddess, that wasn’t more than a couple months ago, yet it seems as though it was a lifetime away… when I was forced to destroy what might have been the last hope for the ones infected with the Legacy Virus.
The wind is picking up, there is the beginning of rain, and I don’t make the slightest attempt to stop it. Sometimes I get tired of being so calm, so well-guarded against my feelings. I felt rage against Shaw, for forcing our hand like that, rage against the Kingpin, rage against my own teammate, Cyclops, for not foreseeing this situation, and forcing us to remain on the defensive against our enemies. Business as usual for Scott.
I remember, also, when we left Japan. It was a somber atmosphere, made even more so by the launch of Zero Tolerance. I am surprised we got out of that alive, I thought at least one of the five of us would not make it. And I… I thought it was going to be me, locked away in an amber prison, cut off from air, from the very earth… I… I remembered my childhood, it’s inevitable, and I… I screamed and screamed my rage against it!!!
The wind is turning into a fury now, the sun is darkened, and the rain is coming down much, much harder. And I laugh against it. Why should I try to stop it? Why should I bother? I am the Storm, the majestic fury that the people of Africa worshipped as a modern goddess!!!!
And not even that helped me against the curse of the Morlocks.
I was supposed to be their leader, their much needed help against the reject of the outside world. And not even I could help them when they died, or when their young came back as Gene Nation, when they killed those people in the subway, when…!!!
When I had to kill Sarah.
I know she came back later, as Marrow. I know not how she survived having her heart ripped from her, how she came to be in the Mansion, but now, I have to look at my own failures every single day! Every hour of every day, she stands there as a mockery of everything I’ve ever been!!!
The weather is nearing a tornado now, albeit a really localized tornado. It centers around me, and extends just a couple of feet across…just enough to destroy my precious plants. All my hard work up to this time, swept away in a moment of rage.
I wonder why that seems like more of a metaphor than I’d have guessed. And I also wonder how no one has ever asked me what my favorite weather is. I wonder if Marrow would have the nerve to ask me, so I can tell her that these days, it is not the calm of the gardening that fills my soul.
But rather, the fury of the storm.
The End
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