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A/N: Important!
Attention all readers. This story actually has a plot. :O Anyway sexy goodness will take a little while but for those who enjoy a little kick ass action will enjoy this first bit. But HAVE NO FEAR! I like writing smut so it will appear. Soon
Also this story will not be receiving regula updates. SORRY :(
but I'm working on another Original Fic which unfortunately takes priority. For now.
But I will update this as much as possible...because I LOVE X-Men ...and Pyro but don't spread that around
ANYWAY. I have bored you enough READ ON.
~ Secret
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4 in 1 ways to heal old burns.
Chapter 1. Category 4.5
To be honest the first time St. John Allerdyce met her, he wasn't too keen on her.
The whole school had crowded around the entrance hall to see the stranger who had waltzed into their doors without a second thought before requesting to see the headmaster. John had only come to see because he had Rogue attached to his arm, skin against bare skin, pulling him through the throng of spectators. She managed to work her way to the banister next to Bobby, who nodded to them both before all their attention turned downward.
The figure in front of them stood in the centre off the room, surveying the crowd from beneath the hood of a hideous orange sweatshirt. A large duffel bag was swung over their shoulder. John couldn't see an inch of skin, the stranger's hands were buried deep in the pockets of a pair of ripped jeans, mud cacking the hem and every inch of their shoes.
Logan parted the way through the students, Storm following gracefully behind him. The newcomer watched but didn't say anything as the white haired weather witch approached. Reaching up, Ororo gently pulled the hood off to reveal a head of short black hair, a small chocolate coloured ear just barely hidden, giving the Fire manipulator the impression that this new kid was a boy.
They appeared to exchange words, too quietly for any audience other then Logan to hear. Then the new head of Xavier's institute for gifted youngsters smiled and motioned for the stranger to follow them into her office, beneath where John, Rogue and Bobby were standing. As they both turned they were all shocked to notice the soft, angular features of a girl, with a full pouting mouth and downcast brown eyes.
And a long detailed snake, tattooed in smooth black ink around her left eye. When she looked up at the trio, she smirked cockily and the three watched dumbfounded as the snake curled around her eye once before dipping down her cheek and disappearing into the collar of her sweatshirt.
No John wasn't very keen on her at all
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Even after three weeks of knowing the girl, John still didn't like her much at all.
He now could stop calling her 'the girl' because he actually knew her name. He knew a lot about Callei Tao Tylleir. She was from Australia, like himself, and was of mixed parentage, hence the Euro-Asian name and the Indo-Asian appearance. She was also very jumpy and had more than once accidentally attacked Jubilee, who had become her personal welcoming party and was the reason he knew all those things. She claimed that for the last 2 years she had been living on the streets and that she was sorry for jumping at people.
Also, he knew she was a Category 4.5 dimension shifter.
John had only learnt that fact because after coming out a session in the Danger Room he had bumped into her going in.
"Sorry. Oh hi Johnny," Johnny had grimaced at the mention Rogue's and now Callei's nickname for him. "You just finished blowing up virtual bad-guys."
"No. Virtual good-guys" He muttered, fighting a smirk.
"Ha-ha very funny. Well badass, step aside. I'm not into collateral damage." She smirked and that snake of hers, which was curled around her neck hissed quietly.
Letting her pass, he grabbed a towel off a hidden shelf and disappeared up to the observation tower, keen to see the shifter fight in order to mock her later. As he watched her standing in the blank room while Storm and Forge fiddled around with settings, he used the towel to dry the sweat of his now dyed red hair.
When he'd finally been forgiven by both Rogue and Bobby, the southern belle had said he needed to show his change of colours to everyone else, so in one of his trademark spur of the moment decisions, John had died his hair red. Not his whole head, just the parts that had been blond when he was with the Brotherhood. Rogue had been so pleased and she couldn't stop playing with it, even now, so many years later.
Turning his hazel eyes toward the large windows, the fire user watched Callei growing nervous, as she shifted from foot to foot.
"You're sure this is safe. I don't want to hurt anyone." her voice crackled over the speakers.
Storm pressed the intercom button and said "Everything is fine Cal, just relax. We have the song, now you have to show us what you can do."
"It's not me your testing." the dark haired girl muttered cryptically, just as Forge hit the start button for level 3.
Figures appeared all over the room. Soldiers in armour plating with heavy machine guns advanced at her slowly. John smirked as Callei took a few deep slow breathes, settling her nerves as she pulled up her sleeves, revealing two sai daggers, tattoos against her inner forearms. As one of the soldiers reached arm length, she slipped her arm out, slicing his throat with her now very real black sai.
John's eyebrows went up. So she could pull the 2D pictures into this 4D world.
He watched with half amusement and half interest as the shifter carved through the men. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Forge turn the level dial up to level 5. Just as the men started firing, Callei ducked behind a van before doing something John really hadn't expected. She used her Sai to slice through the front of her shirt. Before taking the tattered pieces of blue material and tying them just underneath her small breasts. John could see her snake, rearing back like it was preparing to strike.
When she spun back into the action she had a gun in her hand. She fired rapidly, a determined glint in her eyes. When she ran out of bullets, the shifter pulled the hand behind and swept it toward her assailants, a black blur following her movements. In seconds the blur became a panther, the creature running, slashing and ripping the men apart.
She was on level 9, had been going for a little over an hour and John was now simply impressed. Even Jubilee only fought to a level 8. Heck even he only fought at a level 12, he may have been able to do more, had the government allowed him to train.
A soldier managed to get in a solid shot on the raging Panther's chest, sending the ink-based creature into shatters. Only to find Callei sailing down at him a hand and a half sword flashing down, spearing him into the floor. The girl shuddered as she stood there, not noticing the men approaching her at a furious pace. John's knuckles were white as he gripped the seatback in front of him.
"Come on Cal." he thought to himself, "Come on wake up, and wake up, WAKE UP!"
A gunshot went off and a soldier fell to the ground as others stood dumbly around. John didn't know what happened. One moment a fragile looking Callei had been there, the next she had been wielding a gun, dressed completely different, her deceased panther and a wolf beside her. Her snake was the only remaining tattoo on her body. The rest appeared to have become true, various weapons and things attached to her, wound around the dragonfly wings twitching slightly from her back. Even her hair had grown, now tied in two short pigtails high on her head.
"Who are you?" The sound of Storm's voice had John almost jumping out of his skin. Down in the Danger room, 'Callei' looked up at us. But she didn't seem like Callei. The smile she bore was one of demonic childish glee, her features seemed younger, here eyes bigger and more...innocent.
"I'm Laciel. 3rd Dimension." the voice of ''Laciel" was higher and she giggled hysterically when Forge let the men charge once again. John's eyes grew wide as comprehension dawned. Callei controlled the 2nd dimension, could bring it into this one herself. This Laciel was some kind of split personality gone array, and it was she who controlled the 3rd dimension. The one who could make all the images real at once.
Her childish happiness was almost sickening as she sent the animals out to attack, each began to terrorise the soldiers around them. She brandished the gun before unclipping a grenade and throwing it over her shoulder, letting it explode truthfully as she flew away from the blast. Safe in the tower, John watched in shock as Forge once again turned up the level, now on level 10.
"Do I have too...But I only just started...FINE. Tag you're it!" Laciel shouted, as if having a one-sided conversation with herself before closing her eyes and plummeting to the floor. Storm let out a strangled cry which was meaningless as the girl flipped gracefully before landing daintily on her toes. She had changed again.
Her hair was once again longer, it fell over her face in long sexy ringlets, half her face hidden behind it. The animals and all the other weapons had disappeared as she walked toward the guards, her hips swaying. Every eye there tracked that slight sway, for the first time John noticed that she had legs that went for miles. Just as she reached the first soldier, pressing against him, Storm's voice crackled through the speakers, shaky and slightly sticky "who...who are you?"
The woman turned her attention away from the dazed cybersoilder to face them and the mutants in the tower melted under her gaze. "Lielac sweetie, 4th Dimension." she whispered breathily, making them all shudder. A shot went off and everyone flinched. Lielac held the barrel to the soldier's stomach as he slipped from her frame, never even looking at him. None of the men even reacted as their comrade fell to the floor.
"4th dimension. But this is the 4th dimension!" stuttered Forge. John wanted to slap him for questioning her.
But Lielac just smiled. "I know."
Her arm shot out as slowly particles from the tattoos on her back began to slowly travel toward her in a stream.
"Which means everything here is MINE!" she screeched as she began to hurl what looked like nuclear atoms at the soldiers, each only coming to their senses as the atom hit them. Her laugh rolled over each of them like honey.
"Turn it up higher." she all but moaned. Forge complied without a second thought.
"Higher." she moaned, even as the men stopped reacting to her and began to move in. Forge once again did has he was told.
"HIGHER!" she screamed, head thrown back. The moment the dial hit 15 and the men started firing, everyone snapped back to themselves.
"Holy shit! It's on 15. Storm those bullets are real, she could die!" Forge screeched. A low chuckling echoes not just over the speakers but, throughout the whole room. It chilled John's very blood and made his hair stand on end.
"Aillec. 5th dimension." She long haired girl replied. Her hip-long hair was braided and swung over her shoulder. The absent expression plastered on her face as she stared into space and a small red hole appeared in the centre of the room where the black dots had combined. It grew slowly and John didn't need to be great at science to know what the 5th dimension was. Anti-matter. The opposite of pure energy.
Storm was scrambling around, swearing heavily as she searched for something. "Play you bloody thing, I promised I wouldn't let Aillec out. Damn it play you stupid thing PLAY!"
Heavy electric bass began to pound through the speakers as the room around Aillec dissolved. Her blank expression turned toward us as she strode, quiet as death toward the watch tower. "No. Don't you dare!" Even as she spoke her graceful movements became jerky as she began to shake as Three Days Grace began to pulsate through the room.
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
John just stared. Stared blankly as Aillec's Anti-matter shrunk and disappeared as the girl began to have a full out seizure on the floor of the empty Danger room. Still no one moved to help her.
So what if you can see
The darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Storm turned the volume down as the twitching slowed and those blank eyes closed and the still lips began to slowly move. As the music stopped entirely John heard, a faint whisper over the echo of the room.
"Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell"
Then Callei when still
Forge let out a deep sigh before clicking away at his keyboard, as Ororo appeared in the below room. She gathered the unconscious girl up in her arms and left, probably to take her to the infirmary. John couldn't decide to be disgusted or in complete awe.
"That's a Category 4.5 for you." Forge said as he glanced at the fire user's shell-shocked form.
John mentally slapped himself before nodding at his mentor and leaving the tower. He made his way through the underground hallway to the elevator; animal I have become still ringing in his ears.
No, St. John Allerdyce still didn't like Callei Tao Tylleir.
She was more dangerous then he was.
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please R&R I'm begging
Come to the dark side, we employ smutty writers
After X3, Pyro is back a the mansion. Forgiven partially, John is still looking for the way to cure his nightmares. Can the new mutant on the scene patch up this singed heart. Bad Summary.