SHOOTING STAR
By Alysha Taylor
From the Ashes
!NOTE!
This fanfiction takes place after the second movie, but if Jean had actually managed to get onto the plane, and make it out instead of putting herself in a bubble. This is happening around the same time as my other fanfiction, Carnal Stray. I am only the owner of Anuba and Zinta Morvollo in these tales. Please read and rate. Or you'll really have to wait and wait for the next chapters. SOOOOO sorry its such a terrible chapter, much to short and crappy. Soory –breaks down in sobs- I tried, I really tried… but I failed XD
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From the Ashes had been forced back into his cage, and the fragile looking body of Zinta slammed into the earth, sending a shockwave over the ground. The Brotherhood members had wasted no time to bolt towards the fallen weapon. Their weapon. One they wanted to use, now that could be threatened. Their chance could have ended with the falling of a shooting star. A beast of a birds decent back to the ashes.
The sounds of their breathing and feet hitting ground, non willing to pull in front of Magneto, for he had the most to worry about. The perfect weapon could have been killed, his regime could fail if he didn't have such an animal for his usages. And from what he saw, Pyro could have killed her. And that, was an unforgivable deceit to the Brotherhood. But because of this loss, they wouldn't be able to rid themselves of the fool. Because they would still need him.
Magneto paused before trying to see into the smoke that rose from the crater like a mask trying to protect what innocents was left of Zinta, for all they knew the initial shot to her head could have killed her human body, thus when the bird returned to the broken vessel, could have had its life snuffed out as well. And really, that would have been a terrible loss for the brotherhood, the most anticipated member dead before actually becoming property of the brotherhood.
It had been Pyro to break formation, or rather John. He was pulled in and the calling from the craters grave forced him to come in, to just see for himself, what that beast had turned into, to save it. His movements were quick, and Magneto who was busy thinking only caught a glimpse of a human body leaping blind into the pit, not knowing how deep that hole actually was.
Everyone waited for the sound of landing, everyone waited for the screams of pain, bones breaking, body slamming into pieces on the ground. But what came was even more disturbing. Nothing. Nothing at all. All that happened was a swell of heat that slowly slithered from the abyss that was thick with smoke. Nothing.
What they were unable to see was how fire had come to hold his weight and lower him down forty feet to the bottom, something he hadn't known possible, and something linked to that firebird that had come to life with their flames merging. Becoming one, connected.
The smoke was thick, and it would have bothered even him, the hot air would have scorched any normal human beings lungs, and even mutants. It was as if it bonded with him, this strange bizarre fire with inhuman levels of heat. That was when as his mind willed and pleaded for the smoke to move out of the way of what lay in the centre of the destruction, it did. And that was all that needed to be done.
After that time seemed to stand still for John as the smoke moved, and in the midst of scorched dirt and ashes, lay a young female, her eyes closed; long dark lashes crisscross dramatically, the fullness and length making his breath hitch as he lowered himself towards Zinta as she lay motionless. Her skin was pale, only the faintest hint of color to it, and her hair, oh, that beautiful main of fire that spill like silk fire over the colorless landscape. Her body was full, not starving, body wrapped in lithe muscles. Her lips curved so slightly, the fullness of them tempting, the carefully carved exotic face, she was like a doll. But with curves, her chest was not a large one, firm, medium breasts rise and fall, giving her life away to the other. Her dished nose so dainty, their nostrils flair slightly with each breath. Her torso toned, like a dancers, and her hips flared out, with tight muscled legs.
An angel of the ashes, only some parts of her nude body were with some smears of ash, misplaced impurities dashing over creamy skin. Her red hair like a halo around her resting head, and strands seeming to have fallen over her nipples, a true picture of pure goddess beauty. Even nude, with the sprinkles of red playing out between her thighs. Her body in an inhuman, but elegant pose. She was not human. She had to be a goddess, one that fell from the heavens, for him.
Just for him, and his fire. The muffled yells called down to them, but John did not answer, his breath hitched as the most liquid blue eyes opened, slivers of green shimmering were little light found its way. All he had was the emotion, the pull between them. His thoughts were simple.
Mine. She's mine. Mine, only mine. No one else can ever have her, only me. And our fire.
No words were spoken for the longest time, just two people looking for the first time into one another's eyes, nothing needed to be spoken. It was as if both could see the instant bizarre animalistic lust growing. But neither moved to take what both wanted. The last shred of humanity in that moment. So close… So easy to reach out and touch. Then the fire burst threw both of their bodies. Both felt the burn from inside, not a lust burn. The fire beast. It was now both of them. They were one.
In that moment they understood.
"My curse, now is yours as well," the ashamed voice of innocents rose, it came from the fire haired goddess, not what Pyro had thought. Not the burning goddess's voice he envisioned. She looked away a moment. Than back to him, "I am Zinta, I cannot take back what has happened, for I don't know what really did happen, what ever occurred never has happened before. But now, it's in you as well." That it had such a sour venom in her beautiful angel voice. So misplaced. So full and dripping of despise
John, he still could not speak, his eyes locked onto Zinta's, unable to look away, robbed of his tongue.
What seemed like ages, he finally gained control of himself, and spoke, never looking away from her, "what is 'it', exactly."
Again, she looked away from him, sorrow filling her eyes.
"That was the first time she got out. That's the first time From the ashes escaped. That beast… I think you are her now as well, as much as I am. But now I don't think I can control her… She has tasted blood, freedom. What animal can resist that sirens call once its had both? Nothing"
