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Demons

We all have our demons.

My mother's was an inability to let go of the past, she clung desperately to people and things that ceased to exist long before I was ever born. If she would have moved on, I presume things would be much different.

My father's demon, happened to be his love for my mother, or his love of doing good. I'm not really sure. I spent just as much of my youth hating my father as I did worshipping my mother.

My team mates all had their vices, I assure you,  and there were plenty of demons hidden within their minds.

Of course, my demons are best kept secret.

I believe my fiery companion would prefer it that way.

Somehow Somewhere
You found me there
It was the moment that it all became clear

Alone in his room, the little boy sits in the corner crying, clutching his worn copy of the Three Little Pigs. Mommy and Daddy are fighting again, just like they always do. Always about the same things. Never about him.

Nothing was ever about him. He wasn't important, not like work. They didn't even ask why he's so scared lately, never taking the time to ask him why he so badly hates to be left alone.

They didn't even know about the goblins that haunted him. They probably wouldn't even care.

Alone, in his room, he sits and watches the tiny men taunt him, wishing they would just leave him alone.

{ Little pig, little pig, let me in } the goblins sing as they dance around him. Not by the hairs of my chinney, chin, chin. He whispers in his mind.

{ The little pig is playing for once, brothers! } the goblins sing in unison { Should we let him meet our mother? }

Franklin stiffens up. He doesn't want to see the mother goblin. Anything but that, please! He pleads in his mind.

The goblins slowly disappear and a large flaming bird forms in front of his eyes. He's terrified, but can't look away. The bird is too beautiful. It's not a goblin at all.

{ I've been waiting for this, Franklin. } the bird says into his head. { Are you ready? }

"I don't understand" he whispers. "Ready for what? What are you?"

{ I am the Phoenix. I am a god. I am the earth. I am life, I am chaos. You Franklin Richards, are chosen. You will be my new host. }

"I, I, I don't want to..." he stammers "Mom wouldn't like that."

{ I think your mother would like it very much, child. I am unlike anything she's ever seen. Don't you want her to love you? To pay attention to you? I can do that. }

"She'll love me? The way she loved my uncle?" he moves closer to the bird, more intrigued than scared.

{ More. }

His eyes widen, and he smiles. "You sure?"

{ Positive, child. }

"What do you need need me to do?"

{ Let me into your head and your soul. Close your eyes, and we can become one. }

He's scared, but he knows the bird is right, he can feel it. He closes his eyes and opens his arms, as though he's about to hug the fiery entity. Please don't hurt, me.

The Phoenix envelops the boy within seconds, his body is tingling, it's unlike anything he's ever felt before. When the bird is done, he feels different, powerful, connected, aware. He smiles and the bird within his mind laughs.

Never you. Only those that cross us.

I like that idea. he thinks, sharing the idea with the god in his head. Show me how.