Her mind was black the only thing she could sense was a clock ticking in the icky darkness. She suddenly saw a chain with a key on the end; it looked like her bewitched key that she used for mediation. In fact it was. It began to sway in time to the clock’s tick tock tick tock, more keys began to fall as she floated by them each had a different symbol on the end. Clocks began to drop on chains to0 their hands spinning around its face violently.
The voice of Charles Xavier spoke in her head “Come now Phoebe it’s only a dream”. “It’s not a dream it’s a memory” Phoebe began to float into one of the clocks, through its gears. She can to see one of her memories of her and a man with a big nose and tall madly designed hat, a tea pot on legs came over to the Phoebe in the memory and poured her some tea. “And it makes me sick!” she said as the man in the hat pulled a leaver making a giant saw come up from behind the phoebe from the past.
“Now focus wait! Your floating again, weightless, a suffer just relax” Charles spoke but he was nowhere to be seen. She began to float into a playing card, the queen of hearts to be correct. She drifted through a war zone, swords and blood scattered everywhere. Phoebe came to a thrown with fire behind it. “Fire, I-I’m in hell!” she cried as the face of the red queen turned into a horrid monster that swallowed her up, inside the mouth of the queen the hatter did the same and then she found herself in her own mouth.
“Forget it! Abandon that memory it’s unproductive, go to wonderland!”, “I can’t I’m trapped” Phoebe looked into the eyes of her younger self, still in the darkness of nowhere “….in my past” Fire lit up the face of the young Phoebe. She began to fall into another memory.
“You told me she would make a full recovery from the operation” Striker said to a nurse standing cross from Phoebes iron operation table. “Yes she - she will” The nurse said fumbling over her words, they both looked down at the phoebe from the past as her eye sight began to go dim. Suddenly William Strikers head turned into the head of an Ox and the nurses into a clock. Her eye sight finally when black again.
“No phoebe, discard that illusion forget it, Go to wonderland!”. The Phoebe from the present found herself on a lily pad with a rabbit in a hat and waist coat drinking team. They were in a beautiful place with trees and mystic flowers as they sailed down a stream, “I’d rather not Charles, my wonderland is shattered…it’s dead to me”. “You’re preference doesn’t signify girl, now Phoebe where are you?” Charles asked. “I’m sailing with a friend hmm It’s different somehow, things have changed”. Phoebe began to cover her eyes with her arm in fear, “Change is good and change is the first link in the chain of forgetting”. She lowered her arm as she saw the rabbits face turn and twitch “What’s happening? Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad”
“Rabbit…”
“That’s not right what he doing?”
The rabbits neck began to bleed and brake , “Is something wrong” Phoebe asked. “W-W-W-R-RONG-G-G” the rabbit screeched it’s voice was high pitched and echoed, his head burst of blood rained on Phoebes face from his neck. “…no not that!”
“Don’t squeal Phoebe, let the new wonderland take shape”, the beauty around her turned to horror, blood and gore, the river turned to black ooze with baby dolls hands and faces with popped out eyes looking and crying at her. She began to sink “Emotion, corruption It’s killing me wonderland is destroyed my mind is in ruins!” Phoebe cried. The hands of the dolls began to scratch her face.
“Forget it, Block that dream, and waken now!” Phoebes face was just bare muscle, she screamed and finally all she could see was darkness .
Phoebe shot up, tears running down her face. She didn’t scream or kick or wine she just sat there.
“I thought Charles blocked wonderland I though he caged up those memory’s, I’m not alice I won’t be again, I’m not her’ I’m not ......A killer!”.
The voice of Charles Xavier spoke in her head “Come now Phoebe it’s only a dream”. “It’s not a dream it’s a memory” Phoebe began to float into one of the clocks, through its gears. She can to see one of her memories of her and a man with a big nose and tall madly designed hat, a tea pot on legs came over to the Phoebe in the memory and poured her some tea. “And it makes me sick!” she said as the man in the hat pulled a leaver making a giant saw come up from behind the phoebe from the past.
“Now focus wait! Your floating again, weightless, a suffer just relax” Charles spoke but he was nowhere to be seen. She began to float into a playing card, the queen of hearts to be correct. She drifted through a war zone, swords and blood scattered everywhere. Phoebe came to a thrown with fire behind it. “Fire, I-I’m in hell!” she cried as the face of the red queen turned into a horrid monster that swallowed her up, inside the mouth of the queen the hatter did the same and then she found herself in her own mouth.
“Forget it! Abandon that memory it’s unproductive, go to wonderland!”, “I can’t I’m trapped” Phoebe looked into the eyes of her younger self, still in the darkness of nowhere “….in my past” Fire lit up the face of the young Phoebe. She began to fall into another memory.
“You told me she would make a full recovery from the operation” Striker said to a nurse standing cross from Phoebes iron operation table. “Yes she - she will” The nurse said fumbling over her words, they both looked down at the phoebe from the past as her eye sight began to go dim. Suddenly William Strikers head turned into the head of an Ox and the nurses into a clock. Her eye sight finally when black again.
“No phoebe, discard that illusion forget it, Go to wonderland!”. The Phoebe from the present found herself on a lily pad with a rabbit in a hat and waist coat drinking team. They were in a beautiful place with trees and mystic flowers as they sailed down a stream, “I’d rather not Charles, my wonderland is shattered…it’s dead to me”. “You’re preference doesn’t signify girl, now Phoebe where are you?” Charles asked. “I’m sailing with a friend hmm It’s different somehow, things have changed”. Phoebe began to cover her eyes with her arm in fear, “Change is good and change is the first link in the chain of forgetting”. She lowered her arm as she saw the rabbits face turn and twitch “What’s happening? Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad”
“Rabbit…”
“That’s not right what he doing?”
The rabbits neck began to bleed and brake , “Is something wrong” Phoebe asked. “W-W-W-R-RONG-G-G” the rabbit screeched it’s voice was high pitched and echoed, his head burst of blood rained on Phoebes face from his neck. “…no not that!”
“Don’t squeal Phoebe, let the new wonderland take shape”, the beauty around her turned to horror, blood and gore, the river turned to black ooze with baby dolls hands and faces with popped out eyes looking and crying at her. She began to sink “Emotion, corruption It’s killing me wonderland is destroyed my mind is in ruins!” Phoebe cried. The hands of the dolls began to scratch her face.
“Forget it, Block that dream, and waken now!” Phoebes face was just bare muscle, she screamed and finally all she could see was darkness .
Phoebe shot up, tears running down her face. She didn’t scream or kick or wine she just sat there.
“I thought Charles blocked wonderland I though he caged up those memory’s, I’m not alice I won’t be again, I’m not her’ I’m not ......A killer!”.
I watch you stand,
You enjoy,
You spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
You cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see you now,
I can see you there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
You love me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe you cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
You cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through you fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
You try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
You enjoy,
You spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
You cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see you now,
I can see you there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
You love me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe you cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
You cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through you fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
You try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
I'm standing, i'm hiding,
You can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
You see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But you take pity, forget the fight,
You helped me, you saved me,
Gave me my light.
You can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
You see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But you take pity, forget the fight,
You helped me, you saved me,
Gave me my light.
OK so I finally finished my story for Young Justice! it's called Birds Of A Feather and if you haven't seen my article for it already before I wrote it check out my page and it will be under favorites so everyone can find it!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a day and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
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Thank you and have a nice day!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a day and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
link
Thank you and have a nice day!