Well... Here's another chapter, but until I have more than 10 reviews, I'm not updating again. C'mon, help me out here.
Sorry for badgering lol.
Vi
Logan PoV:
The scent was nearly unbearable. The two youths on the other side of the wall mixing and mingling scents of passion, leaving me on the outside with no one. I heard their pants and gasps of pleasure fused with pain and slid down the wall I was leaning against.
"What is it, Logan?" Kitty asked me in concern.
I wanted to make my death glare as discernible as possible and she shook her head. "They wouldn't d-"
"They are right now, Katherine." I steadied myself and stood, leaving Shadowcat by herself with the new lovers.
Before I was completely out of earshot, I heard the Iceprincess's voice in a rough whisper, "I don't think we should-" before a pain shot through my temple and caused me to double over, just catching a sight of Kitty on her side and holding her head in her hands. The screams of thoughts amplified through Violet were forceful and convincing. I could only imagine what close proximity would inflict on your mind. Secretly, I wanted this pain to redefine Bobby and change his mind towards her. I could withstand the pain and wished it would crush him. The thought amplified through Violet and rebounded in my head with no mercy. My face met the floor with a tremendous thud and stinging numbed my face until the overall pain lessened and slowly became tolerable.
My mind began sorting out my thoughts from other people's when I found the image of a suffering Violet just being reached by what seemed to be my hand, but the ice crystals told me different. That's when I realized that it was useless for me to go for the girl no matter the feelings I had for her because I was over a hundred and twenty years old instead of twenty. My age was what separated me from the girl I loved. She had helped me recover my memory and helped me with so many other things that it was ridiculous to not have feelings for her. I loved this little girl and couldn't have her.
I scrambled to my feet and began walking swiftly away when I heard one word too much. "Violet…" I was hit with ice colored feelings filled with warmth and happiness. It was pure love. It wasn't what I had. I had selfish love.
Bobby PoV:
As I laid there with her in my arms, I realized something. This is what real love felt like, a protective instinct and warmth and the need for a person so badly that you would do anything for them no matter the cost. It was something I'd read about but never thought of for myself, and here I was- the luckiest man alive.
Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she lay on my chest looking into my eyes while I idly twirled a strand of her hair. "Bobby?"
"Mmm?" I looked down to her eyes from the point I was blindly staring at on the ceiling.
She just smiled at me with a little worried expression creasing the space between her eyebrows. The smile was tired and slightly aged. She nestled her face into my chest that she freed from the button-down shirt to which my chest was confined.
"Thank you for everything…"
I picked up her chin and stroked her cheek with my thumb. "I love you, Baby doll."
I let go and she smiled before resting her head back on my chest. Her eyes sparkled with an odd orange spark before her radio cooed softly. I looked into the ceiling, looking for the answer to the universe, when I heard the words.
Something's tearing me down and down
And I can't help but feel it's coming from you
She's a gunshot bride with a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves into
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
Mind is willing, soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Anything to bring it on home, bring it on home
Bring it on home, bring it on home
Much too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Much too weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Praise the anger bring it on home, bring it on home
Bring it on home, bring it on home
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again
In the end we will be one
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me
Set your sights for the sun
Bring it on home…
The words hit me and I finally looked down at the girl on my chest who was fast asleep with a crystal drop on her cheek. Dumbfounded, I reached towards her to barely caress her cheek and to wipe away the pure crystal tear, catching the frozen drop before it shattered into oblivion. Her beauty really hit me then in the darkest point of the night when she scooted up next to me, her side pressing against my side and her hand over mine which pulled mine over her heart. The beats shuddered until they aligned with mine exactly. My heart ached for her and ached more when it ached for her, knowing she felt my aching. I couldn't believe her fail little body and mind could handle everything she'd been though.
My mind trailed off as I sank under into a fitful sleep until I knew I wasn't dreaming these things or if they were dreams at all. I stood over a field with Kitty, Rose, Lilly, and Violet fighting back to back to back to back, trying to ward off Magneto and Stryker's armies though little. Logan, Warren, Wade and I were all fighting in another circle of mutants. Panic shot through me and I saw Violet throw herself from the ring of girls and into the air, growing silky, violet wings. A building caught on fire- Pyro. Propane tanks exploded and sent shards of window scattering everywhere on the little area we were battling in. A shard dug into my arm and I flinched away long enough for Magneto to send a fragment of the tanks, shaped into a deadly arrow, in my direction. I barely got out of the way and collided with a very large man who looked a lot like Vinnie Jones who called himself the Juggernaut. I went flying into the air, nearly debilitated when my angel came to my rescue. She caught me, face wrought with fear and pain. I knew she felt every stab and collision with amplification.
The violet-winged angel soared higher. "I have to save you." Her voice was hollow and ailing. I watched my other self open my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. I head a dull sound below and looked down the same time my other self did. Then, there was a sense of falling and I looked up to see my other self falling, a violet-winged goddess streamlining to catch me before I hit the ground. She did so only fifteen feet before I was a goner. A bloodcurdling scream echoed on the field and all of us looked down.
"KITTY!" Violet screamed in pain and she turned, silver tears ran down her face as she soared higher.
I caught images of Rose bounding from one place to another, hacking off heads and shoving a force field into other enemies while Lilly did something I wasn't sure exactly that made twenty mutants, indiscriminately choiced, drop dead instantly. They were fairing just fine, as well as the other guys.
"No one is going to live today but the ones I save. You will live." There seemed to be another meaning hidden in her first sentence, but she was gone in a wisp of smoke. Then, the dream vanished.
The next morning, I woke up on my side and covered in a blanket in a very, very cold room. I sat bolt upright and looked around. The entire room was covered in ice crystals and sparkling in the morning light streaming in the curtainless windows. I was absolutely fascinated at the actual color of the room I'd spent so much time in. I had no idea that the walls were a pale grey with pristine white trim and white furniture. The blanket I was under was gunmetal grey with white sheets under me and deep violet pillows. A constant noise that sounded like water stopped and I realized another door. I let my feet hit the ice covered floor and it didn't bother me as much as I thought it might have. I walked over to the door and pushed it open, wondering what was on the other side. Oddly colored black wet hair clung to her back contrasting against her porcelain skin. There stood my violet angel wrapped in nothing but a towel.
"Morning, Bobby," she said sweetly and tenderly. There was an undertone of concern in her voice. "I was about to change so… uh…"
"Got it." I turned around and walked out of the room casting a glance over at the sheepish towel girl. She closed the door telekinetically and left me standing there blushing like mad. I looked around the brilliant room again and noticed the jewelry box on her dresser. It was odd considering that I'd never seen her wear jewelry. Also occupying her dresser was a multitude of other things a girl would have- perfume, deodorant, dozens of CD's and a music box. The music box also struck me as odd because of how sentimental she didn't seem.
I lay back down on her bed and propped myself up when she came sauntering through in her underwear. I slapped a hand over my face in an effort to preserve some of her privacy and nearly rolled off the bed. I had seen too much. The flash of the delicate Violet leaning over to her dresser in a lacy, black, matching underwear was forever burned onto the back of my eyelids. I heard a giggle escape through as a sort of snort.
"Did I scar you for life or something?" It was teasing.
"No, I didn't exactly want to attack you this early in the morning." I jested back to her.
"Well, it is Saturday." I could tell just by her tone that she wasn't being serious about anything. "You can uncover your eyes now, chicken."
I let go of my face and saw her in an ice blue tank top and dark wash flare leg jeans. In her hair was something I didn't think I'd ever see on her. She wore a nearly nonexistent headband with an ice blue flower off to one side. Her grey eyes glittered with the blue and took on a beautiful color I couldn't describe.
I felt words coming out of my mouth before I could even comprehend what they were. "You're beautiful, Vi…"
A light pink dusted her cheeks before she spoke again with some fear in her voice. "Thank you." She moved to her closet and opened it wide for me to see my entire wardrobe in her closet. "Kitty helped me with some things so… Pick some clothes and we'll take the rest back later." She blushed slightly again and I launched myself off the bed staring at the closet marveling at how quiet and efficient the two were then at how Violet was considerate enough to let me choose my own clothes.
"One thing." She looked confused. "I'll do this if I can keep my clothes in here all the time."
Her shy smile widened into one of the greatest grins I'd ever seen on her face. "That comes with one more condition."