That Felt Too Familiar...

Your eyes snap open as you hear somebody screaming “No!” You glance around, and tap into a conversation that seems to be faintly familiar.

“You don’t understand!”

It’s Rogue, and she’s pouring out her feelings about you, trying to reconcile her feelings about you. As the dialogue plays out, Jean and Emma supporting her, you can’t help but feel that this is all eerily similar to events in the recent past. But what, and when?

You run through the possibilities, considering what’s possible. You immediately rule out coincidence, or simple deja vu. Nothing is ever a coincidence. Is it time manipulation? You scope out your powers, but things are feeling foggy and confusing. It doesn’t feel quite right. Perhaps not time manipulation then.

What else could it be? A realisation strikes, and you curl your thoughts tightly around yourself, wrapping yourself inside layers and layers of mental defenses. Immediately, the mental haze drops away, and clarity of thoughts return. Who could mentally **** you like this? Who could change your perception of time and memories like this?

A word pops into your mind. Chronoskimming. You push out your sensing abilities, various pulses of information crashing into your mind. Nothing’s out of the ordinary, until a tiny oddity blips inside the Blackbird. You focus your attention on there, and although the area is slippery, after a few seconds you can confirm that there was a second pilot on the plane.

You go down to the hanger to investigate. As you look around, the target inside is slippery, evading detection for many minutes, but you eventually get a hold of the target’s unique signature.

“Rachel Summers,” you call out, revealing her with a wave of your hand.

She stares at you defiant. She’s been preparing for this moment for over the past day, and without a word, the plane begins to crumple around you. You’re sucked inwards with astonishing ****, and your senses alert you to a mini-blackhole. Fragments of information concerning your opponent fills your mind.

Her powers are nearly off the charts – telepathy, telekinesis, chronoskimming, the phoenix ****… she’s has nigh-unlimited abilities.

But you were built to be the greatest hero of them all. As you near the event horizon of the black hole, the stress of the gravity threatening to elongate your back and spaghettify you, you focus on Rachel and snap your fingers, switching your positions. She instantly dissipates the black hole, and begins a withering mental **** on you.

You feel hundreds of thousands of probes striking against the walls of your defence, some aiming to suppress you powers, others to cripple your mental faculties, and still others to outright destroy you. You dodge most of them, and rely on your steadfast mental training to hold out against the rest, while engaging her physically.

Bolts of energy rain down against her, but she waves them away with ease. You realise as she begins tearing apart your forcefield defence at the molecular level that your chances of winning are growing slimmer by the second.

In a move of desperation, you **** an image into her mind. It’s each of the girls on the plane, held hostage with various lethal implements standing ready to kill them. Her eyes widen in a fraction of a second, understanding the necessity of standing down, but she tries to exert her power, to influence the rooms. The plane’s security, blocking powers not registered to its owner, coupled with your natural strength, manage to deter her.

You let a metal blade cut slightly into Emma Frost’s neck, a line of red blood welling up. Summers dives towards you, tearing apart the walls you throw up, and you teleport out to the side, erupting her in a pillar of flame then ice, but neither seems to affect her. You **** an image into her mind – you cut off Rogue’s hand, and she’s screaming. It’s reattachable with your healing powers, but the younger Phoenix doesn’t know that.

She lets up the **** immediately, the tremendous mental **** fading.

What does she say?