[Far away from the location...]
Aron was about to teleport away but felt soone's presence behind him... Well, there were three people.
"Ah! Blink, Jean and Professor. Tell sothing, Prof. You knew about Trask and his Sentinel program, yet you did nothing and you've been busy collecting our data. Why?" Aron asked without turning around.
"Collecting data? What is he talking about, Prof?" Jean asked, confused.
"Oh, he didn't tell you, did he?" Aron smirked. "Figures. Collect data on the mutant's strengths and weaknesses and when soone doesn't follow your so-called right way, you will be able to stop them using that data. Well, not alone, but what if you transfer that data to Fury? The Shield will take care of everything. Isn't that right, Professor?"
"I can't deny what you say. Indeed, I was gathering that data," Professor X said honestly. "I won't make the sa mistake I did with Eric and Raven. I won't watch others make the sa mistake. And right now, you are walking on that very path that I feared. Manipulating others, killing... This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Aron."
"Were they innocent?" Aron suddenly asked as he walked up to the Professor and looked him in the eye. "Norman Osborn killed over 300 people for his sick experints, among them there were 130 kids, human and mutant included. Ross funded that sa experint for years and even provided holess and captured immigrants to Norman. He even killed his own n by injecting them with faulty serum, and he was planning on killing Hulk. Next is Trask... that bastard almost created weapons to wipe out all mutants from Earth. If not for doing what I did, where would we be, Professor? In the next few years, the hunt of our kind would have begun."
"130 kids?!" Jean couldn't believe her ears.
Aron continued, "Now, tell ... Were they innocent? You could have found out their location anyti you want. You could have warned Fury or soone else who could have stopped this madness. You could have co forward and exposed all this. You could have saved so many lives, yet you did nothing but sit on your butt making excuses. You, Shield, and the other heroes are all the sa. You don't care about people, you only care about your reputation and your public image. Oh, and your so-called right way."
The professor's face hardened. "..." He didn't deny anything Aron said; instead, he silently looked at him.
"You manipulate everyone around you but lucky ," Aron tapped the side of his head. "You can't get inside my head."
"..." Professor didn't say anything.
"Did you ever tell Jean," Aron said, his voice low and sharp, "about the mories you stole from her? The lies you wove to replace the truth?"
"Sealed my mories?" Jean turned to her Prof.
"Everything I did was to protect everyone," Professor X said slowly. "I admit, so of my actions were wrong, but I did what I thought was best for everyone. Jean's situation was different."
"Protect us?! You locked her mories and God knows how many tis you manipulated others. Heck, they won't even rember what's real or what's fake. You don't want to admit it but the truth is you want to mold everyone according to your vision, don't you? You simply tweak their mories and then watch from the sidelines. Well, that's going to change..." Aron touched the side of his forehead and used his power to undo the seal in Jean's mind. "There you go, Jean. Now you know."
"Jean!" Professor X tried to stop her, but she put a shield around herself.
Aron covered the Professor's body with his Phoenix Force, preventing him from using his telepathy.
A flood of mories rushed into Jean's consciousness, hitting her like a tidal wave. She stumbled back, clutching her head as fragnted images and emotions overwheld her. A massive wave of telekinesis erupted from her body, but Aron contained it with ease, isolating her in a barrier. He then entered Jean's mind.
She was standing before a mory bubble. It was her childhood. Aron walked over and grabbed her hand.
"I'll always be with you. So, don't worry. You will never be alone. Starting this point will be hard, but promise , you will control your emotions. Prove the Professor that he was wrong. Can you do that for ?" He said softly, giving her hand a light squeeze.
"I promise..." She whispered in a soft voice.
[Jean's Childhood]
She was a young girl, no older than six, playing in her backyard with her best friend, Annie. The two of them chased each other around the garden, carefree and full of life. But then it happened—the mory she had forgotten, yet the pain of it was all too familiar.
Annie chased a cat and tripped. She fell onto the street, directly in the path of an oncoming car. Jean scread, a sound so piercing it felt like the world itself had cracked. She ran toward her friend, arms outstretched, desperate to save her. But before she could reach Annie, the car struck. Blood pooled on the pavent, and Annie's lifeless eyes stared back at Jean.
"NOOO!" Jean's anguish was overwhelming, and that's when her powers manifested for the first ti. Her mind erupted like a volcano, a telekinetic wave bursting forth from her, shattering windows, ripping up the pavent, and hurling debris into the air. She could feel Annie's mind—her fading thoughts, her terror, and her pain.
She wanted to live.
And then, silence.
Jean felt everything... It was too much for a child of her age.
The next mory hit her harder. She was back in her childhood ho, her parents' faces twisted in fear and disgust. They had seen what she could do, and instead of comforting her, they recoiled. Her mother, trembling, pointed at her and scread, "You're a monster! You brought the devil into this house!"
Her father didn't say a word. He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her down to the basent. The cold, damp air chilled her to the bone. He threw her inside and locked the door. "You stay in there until you learn how to control yourself," he said, his voice devoid of warmth.
Days turned into weeks. She was left in the dark, alone and terrified, the only light coming from a small, barred window high above. Her parents would slide food and water through a slot, but they refused to speak to her. Every ti she tried to explain what had happened, they ignored her, calling her a liar, a freak, a devil child.
Jean scread and cried, but no one ca to comfort her. The isolation only fed her growing power. Objects in the room began to float and shatter. Her telepathic abilities began to manifest, and she could hear her parents' thoughts through the floor above.
"She's dangerous."
"We should send her away."
"What if she hurts us?"
The scene shifted. Jean was older now, sitting in the dark corner of the basent, her knees pulled to her chest. She was afraid of using her power. She blad herself for her friend's death and thought that a devil might be hiding inside her, so it was better to live in that dark corner, rather than hurt soone. Then she heard a voice—not her parents, but sothing calm and soothing, resonating directly in her mind.
"Jean. My na is Charles Xavier. I'm here to help you."
The door opened, and there he stood, a beacon of hope in her bleak existence. He extended a hand to her, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. She hesitated but eventually took it. For the first ti in years, soone wasn't afraid of her.
But then, the truth of Xavier's actions beca clear. He didn't just help her. He had seen the full extent of her trauma, her pain, and her power—and he had decided it was too much for her to bear. He sealed her mories, locked away her pain, and created a new narrative for her to live by.
"You don't need to rember this," his voice echoed in her mind as the scene played out. "This is for your own good."
[Outside the mory bubble]
"He made forget her face... He said my parents died in an accident," Jean whispered.
"You were a kid. And the trauma was too much. PTSD for a mutant of Oga Level is far more dangerous than anything out there. You could have hurt yourself or soone else. What he did was for your own safety, well, that's what it was back then. But slowly he realized that you aren't just a telekinesis mutant, you also have telepathy power on par with his, but there he sensed there was sothing else..." Aron said, shifting the mories to the next one.
...
Jean and Aron stood before another mory bubble, this one hazy and trembling as if it resisted being unlocked. He gave her a reassuring nod before placing his hand on the bubble, easing it open. The mory unfurled before them, transporting them to a sterile room filled with clinical equipnt and two familiar figures: Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto.
Jean appeared much younger in this mory, perhaps only a few years after Charles had taken her under his wing. She sat in a chair, her small fra dwarfed by the imposing machinery surrounding her. Electrodes were attached to her temples, and her expression was one of apprehension mixed with exhaustion. Charles stood by her side, his face stern but calm. Erik paced in the background, his movents restless.
"She's too young for this," Erik said sharply, his voice heavy with disapproval. "You're pushing her too hard, Charles."
"I'm not pushing her," Charles replied, his tone clipped. "I'm guiding her. There's a difference."
Erik scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest. "Guidance? This looks more like you're dissecting her mind. She's a child, not a lab experint."
Charles turned to face him, his calm facade cracking slightly. "You've felt it too, Erik. The power inside her. It's not just her telekinesis or her telepathy—there's sothing else, sothing foreign. If we don't understand it, how can we protect her? Or anyone else?"
"And what exactly do you think you'll find?" Erik shot back. "If you dig too deep, you'll break her. She's already fragile enough as it is."
Charles hesitated, glancing at Jean, who was staring at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with their argunt. He knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Jean, you've been feeling it too, haven't you? That... presence inside you? Like a voice you can't quite hear, but it's always there."
Jean's eyes flicked up to et his. She nodded hesitantly. "Sotis it feels like it's watching . Waiting. It scares ."
Erik's expression softened, and he moved closer. "That's why we need to help her understand it, Charles. Not suppress it. She has the right to know what's inside her."
Charles sighed, his frustration evident. "And what if understanding it unleashes sothing we can't control? Jean's powers are already beyond anything I've seen. If this... force inside her is unleashed, it could destroy her. Or worse, everything around her."
"So your solution is to lock it away?" Erik raised his voice. "You've seen what happens when you suppress soone's nature. It festers, it grows, and eventually, it explodes. Do you really think you can keep it contained forever? That other voice in her head might be the result of you suppressing her mories for years."
Charles's gaze hardened. "I will do what I must to protect her. And everyone else."
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of their disagreent hanging heavily in the air. Jean looked between the two n, her fear evident. "Professor? What's wrong with ?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Charles's expression softened again, and he placed both hands on her shoulders. "There is nothing wrong with you, Jean. You are extraordinary. But extraordinary things require extraordinary care. I promise, everything I do is to keep you safe."
Erik's jaw clenched, but he didn't argue further. Instead, he knelt beside Jean, his voice gentle. "Jean, you're stronger than you think. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. Rember that. And if you ever feel lost, find ."
The mory shifted slightly, jumping forward. Jean was unconscious now, her small body limp in the chair. Charles stood behind her, his fingers pressed to his temples, his face strained with concentration. Erik stood off to the side, watching with a mixture of anger and resignation.
"What are you doing?" Erik demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"I'm replacing her past mories with new ones," Charles said, his voice tight with effort. "The death of her friend, the rejection by her parents, everything that could feed the darkness inside her. If she doesn't rember, she won't dwell on it. She can have a fresh start."
"You're playing God," Erik said, his tone icy. "You're taking away her choice, her freedom. How is this any different from what we fight against?"
Charles didn't respond imdiately. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost pleading. "Erik, I don't know what else to do. I can sense it—the force inside her, growing stronger every day. If I don't do sothing, I don't know if I can contain it. I can feel her power, her potential... But with that power cos a darkness, sothing I can barely comprehend. It terrifies , Erik. It terrifies more than anything I've ever faced before. If that darkness is unleashed, the world as we know it will be destroyed. I can see it. I can see all of it. We need Jean—but not like this. If I can just find a way to—to—to control her—"
He broke off, his words faltering.
...
[Outside the bubble]
"The Phoenix Force," Jean whispered in a hoarse voice.
"That's right, Jean." Aron nodded. "You were a host of the Phoenix Force."
"The voices...?" She asked.
"Both Phoenix and your second personality. You have dual personalities in your head. The first one is you right now. The second one is your deepest desires, joy, and rage. I think it's the result of years of suppressed mories or the Professor couldn't erase everything, only sealed it. I don't know much about it, but it seems the Phoenix Force is using your other personality to talk to you. Rember when you said that Phoenix wanted you to have a baby with ?" Aron asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Yeah... I rember," She whispered.
"That wasn't Phoenix but you. You couldn't say it yourself, so your other personality talked to you and told you what you wanted to do. I don't know if Phoenix played a part or not. But what I know is that right now, you are you. You don't need to suppress your desire, rage, or happiness anymore," He hugged her tightly. "You are free now."
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