The Last One

By: Huntress X

And once again these characters does not belong to me they belong to Marvel Enterprises. And the poem Tyger, Tyger Belongs to the late William Blake.

Tyger, tyger burning bright

In the forest of the night

A small voice screamed for it all to stop, no one heard it. The voice prayed for a death that never came, a peace that would never be given to her.

Her cry's of pain went thru the night like a light breeze in the summer night

The lost of all the ones she had loved was now final.

The last one had fallen

Her heart acing with every beat it took and with every breath a new tear fell.

What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of your heart?

And when thy heart begun to beat what dread hand and what dread feet?

Everything was dark and cold, so empty

She was alone, alone in a world were hate now ruled.

The only people she now could trust was Me myself and I

The cold wind went around her reminding her of her loneliness of the sorrow her heart now half to carry for the rest of her life.

She had a responsibility, she had known that this day would come, but she had tried so hard to deny it, so hard to forget it but know it was here.

What the hammer? What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

Her future her destiny had come and it was the hardest pain.

The cold wind kept hitting her and the tears kept running down her face.

It was over but then again it had just the started.

She had to face the truth, she had to face her responsibility, she now had the chance to change the future to something better then hers had become.

She hadn't chosen this, this wasent her choice but it was not about choices, if it was, then everybody's future would turn out perfect with whatever plans they may have.

What the anvil?

What dread grasp dare it´s deadly terror clap?

When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears did he´s smile his work to see?

Did he who made lamb make thee?

She looked around the graveyard, feeling the tears finally stop.

Her friends

Her enemies

All buried around her there all gone...She turned around facing those cold winds starting to walk towards them, towards a sun that was ready to sleep.

She went to face her destiny, she was alone, she was cold, but somehow she wasent afraid anymore. She walked away not allowing herself to look back at what once was but forward at what would now come.

She went to fight

She went to help

She went to care...

And so she had become the last X-men...

Tyger, tyger burning bright in the forest of the night

What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?