I don't own X-men eveolution, if i did, I wouldn't be writing this fan fict or this disclamer, Well mabye if I was stupid... er.. I DO However own Fiamma, My own cloths and my dignatety... wait Ok maeybe not that buit the rest I do... and x-men evo... As I said.I don't own it!*I do really* MAWHAHAHaHaH *No I don't!* Now Im cofuesing you! AH HA!
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She sat in her house, forced to leave it ,she was going to keep it and go live with her uncle and if she hated it, she would run to the house and stay there till she got the money.Her uncle hated her living in a house all by herself, she loved it, loved being alone... sure she got lonely and wanted... friends, guys... yeah she like the guys, she like Pietro, she was defiantly going to get to know him better, but, the german boy, Kurt.... there was something deeper, than... well, what she felt for Pietro, Kurt was something... mental, she felt like she knew him.
she went out side, they backyard was huge, one reason why she spent so much money on such a little house.. the backyard was bigger than it. She let her hands light up, and let the power surge through her, she loved the feeling, it was... magical... she light herself a small fire... She stared at the flames, Fiamma E Indecento... flame of the fire.She thought about her uncle, what if she deiced to leave, leave the high-school leave Bayville. Leave Caffeine addicted Peitro, blue haired Kurt.... Leave him before she got to know him. She didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit.
Her dream was filled with her parents, Kurt, her uncle, and some people she didn't even know... she could always remember her dreams, but.. this was different. The darken house was like the orphanage, big, dark and frightening. Unlike like the orphanage so called "doctors" and "nurses" were'nt rushing around, taking children out of their bed, children like her, and replacing them, drugged and distorted (sometimes missing bits or with newly appointed scars) And the priest. The only evil man she had knowed, a priest who would have thought?
It was hours before light, she usually never slept over day... she didn't sleep much at all, five hours was enough time for her, she was forced to get use to wakening up early when she was younger. she threw her legs over the side of her bed, it was so cold, the old fireplace was dusty and had cobwebs decorating it. She lit the fire "Ahhh so much better than matches" she sat down and stared into the flame, fire was like her best friend.. It always listen to her and moved with grace and a sway ness that look like it was actually listing to he problems.. yes fire was her friend. Buy the time the fire was Warming the whole building up, the floor boards where like as small instalater, her bare feet moved over them, "Ah sweet fruity loops, send me to the hunger-less life" she giggled to herself, thinking how lonely she must be to talk to her cereal, but she liked being alone... didn't she?
She looked at the window, beautiful, she seemed to noticed something different about out side all every time she look at it. She smiled a bit, then more remembering that she had art, and Pietro would be there, he was weird, and he seemed a bit.... but she really liked him, she was nice, good looking.. and one hell of an artist. She sat on the floor.. and drank the milk in the bottomm of the bowl... she decide to move and get ready for school.
Her fist class was music, she love music, back in the orphanage they never let her play her guitar, so she just sang, sang her heart out, when ever they let her outside. Even out side it was concrete there, it was hopeless. She shook her head trying to forget her Horrid past. She walked into the room, so many instruments surrounded her, it was amazing she closed her eyes to think about the music that would come out of them all, the beautiful noise that they would make all harmonized. Three people where already in the class room, a blonde with blue eyes, a guy with weird hair, and another girl with browny/red hair with two white streaks at the front she wore purple lipstick and wore the coolest cloths, the girl looked up.They matched eyes, then Fiamma Look around for a seat."Hey come sit over here!" her accent was southern. Fiamma sat down.
"Hey My names Rouge what would yours be?" "I'm Fiamma." "well I like your name, your new right?" "yeah, from New Orleans.""Really? You haven't got an accent." "yeah, I live in germany before that and Scotland before that. So I don't think I really have any kind of accent." "yeah, it is kinnda weird, I have a friend from germany, maybe you know him Kurt wagner?" "yeah, His in my bio class. His nice." she look down to her feet, so, Rogue was friends with Kurt, great cool, maybe they where dating."So are you two together?" "Me and Kurt? no no no no no!, I mean his IS nice and all, but, no." why did Fiamma felt so much better? "So, uh does he have a girlfriend.?" "No, at least I don't think he does, although... naw. Why do you like him?" she shrug at the question then went on to say. "Naw I just met him, but his Ok looking and nice and I kinnda have a thing for germans, being there for so long, you know?" "yeah I suppose.. so is there any one else, you er thinks cute" She just met this person but she felt close to her already. "well, I dunno. I mean we just met and all." "yeah ok, I understand. so, you like music allot?" "yeah I love to sing and listen to music. Although I lost all my c.ds in the move." Actually this was a lie she lost them before the move the old nurse broke them all. Bitch.
The period was over, they had praised her for her voice, she had been extremely embarrassed, Rouge was a great person, she really liked her. She too had offered her to sit with her friends but, Fiamma wanted her last day of total freedom, to be just that. She hurried off to her next class, which she was happy to say was art.
Pietro wasn't there, she looked down at her painting, last nights dream. "wow thats really good, I mean its all blendy like a dream and stuff you know? is that what its meant to be a dream?" She turned around, Pietro was here after all, just late... that made her smile for some reason.
"Hey Pietro, yeah it the dream I had last night. You like it?""I do its great. Hmp that guy there." he said pointing to one of her people, then looking at his paint touch finger ."sorry, but he looks familiar." Fiamma sighed, but was laughing a little at his energy, she fixed the smudge part, and put a bit a paint on Pietro's face. "Hey why'd ya do that for??" "Just a little revenge." she said with a smirk. "Revenge huh?" He went on to grab the brush from her hand and tried to put a black line on her face, she ran to another brush, "heh heh, now we both have weapons." "Indeed." She ran up to him trying to take another mark, he got his, he was that bit faster than her, the teacher broke it up.. "Come'on we're not children here, you two can stay after the bell goes to clean up, and I'd advise the other's not to clean up today, you have somebody else to do it for you." Fiamma wisped into Pietro's ear. "Thats teaching us well, don't clean up cause somebody else will do it." That got them an after school.
Cleaning up the mess, Pietro was surprisingly happy, even though Fiamma had just got him a after school detention. She looked up to him and he was staring at her, he looked down. Walking over to him, she felt something wash over her, her mind had open up, and Pietro was thinking. 'I wonder what she could be. I know there's something Different, I mean, nobody can be like that and not be one... well that would be interesting, I wonder what her Power would be.' "telepathy" she said. "what? did you say?" "Well you where wondering what powers I have and I told you telepathy. Does that bother you that Im a mutant?" she backed up a bit, wincing at what he might think, she might actually like this boy, and she just told him her deepest secret. "Does it bother me?" he said, she looked to the ground then back up he was gone."No it doesn't bother me. In fact Im happy about it." she jumped, he was behind her." You, your one too?"
"Yep, they call me Quicksilver." She must have look confused cause then he said, "Its because I can run faster than anyone." A wide grin was followed by that, he looked very proud of himself.. "what do they call you?""nothing, I, Im not called anything but Fiamma. Fiamma Cain." He was right in front of her in the blink of an eye. "I was wondering, you wanna do something on friday like a movie or something?" She looked up to him, then back down, she though about her uncle, and the new place and then about Pietro, Quicksilver. " Cocky aren't we?" He grined at her. "
I mean I did only just met you yesterday..." "Yeah but no girl can say no to me" "Oh well then no." He stopped... "No? you mean you don't want to go with me?" "No I didn't mean that, but technically I did say no to you. But I do want to go to the movies with you. You irresistible little speed demon you." He looked happy about that, she felt happy about it. They cleaned up and left. Walking through the door, looking into Pietro's back, (He was singing Basket case, by greenday in his head) she thought 'I've only been here for two days and all ready I've found three Mutants and have a date.' she was starting to like Bayville.
She packed the last of her things, not that there was much, the house was even more ememy, she thought that was bad. Fine so she was going to live with her uncle. She arrived at the Huge house, she rang the doorbell. Waiting for a bit she deiced to leave maybe come back later, maybe. Just then the door open.
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I'd like to say, Ok so my last on was bad~spelling~o~rama. Sorry, but bla, Also I can't do accents so yeah, At first I attepmted it, but Kurt sounded like he had a speach impedimate, and Rouge like she was drunk. YES DRUNK, also I notice I'm not any good at writing with somebody else's Charricter way of talking.
Oh well, reply to it, tell me what you think ::Please??:: ::cutie pie eyes::
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She sat in her house, forced to leave it ,she was going to keep it and go live with her uncle and if she hated it, she would run to the house and stay there till she got the money.Her uncle hated her living in a house all by herself, she loved it, loved being alone... sure she got lonely and wanted... friends, guys... yeah she like the guys, she like Pietro, she was defiantly going to get to know him better, but, the german boy, Kurt.... there was something deeper, than... well, what she felt for Pietro, Kurt was something... mental, she felt like she knew him.
she went out side, they backyard was huge, one reason why she spent so much money on such a little house.. the backyard was bigger than it. She let her hands light up, and let the power surge through her, she loved the feeling, it was... magical... she light herself a small fire... She stared at the flames, Fiamma E Indecento... flame of the fire.She thought about her uncle, what if she deiced to leave, leave the high-school leave Bayville. Leave Caffeine addicted Peitro, blue haired Kurt.... Leave him before she got to know him. She didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit.
Her dream was filled with her parents, Kurt, her uncle, and some people she didn't even know... she could always remember her dreams, but.. this was different. The darken house was like the orphanage, big, dark and frightening. Unlike like the orphanage so called "doctors" and "nurses" were'nt rushing around, taking children out of their bed, children like her, and replacing them, drugged and distorted (sometimes missing bits or with newly appointed scars) And the priest. The only evil man she had knowed, a priest who would have thought?
It was hours before light, she usually never slept over day... she didn't sleep much at all, five hours was enough time for her, she was forced to get use to wakening up early when she was younger. she threw her legs over the side of her bed, it was so cold, the old fireplace was dusty and had cobwebs decorating it. She lit the fire "Ahhh so much better than matches" she sat down and stared into the flame, fire was like her best friend.. It always listen to her and moved with grace and a sway ness that look like it was actually listing to he problems.. yes fire was her friend. Buy the time the fire was Warming the whole building up, the floor boards where like as small instalater, her bare feet moved over them, "Ah sweet fruity loops, send me to the hunger-less life" she giggled to herself, thinking how lonely she must be to talk to her cereal, but she liked being alone... didn't she?
She looked at the window, beautiful, she seemed to noticed something different about out side all every time she look at it. She smiled a bit, then more remembering that she had art, and Pietro would be there, he was weird, and he seemed a bit.... but she really liked him, she was nice, good looking.. and one hell of an artist. She sat on the floor.. and drank the milk in the bottomm of the bowl... she decide to move and get ready for school.
Her fist class was music, she love music, back in the orphanage they never let her play her guitar, so she just sang, sang her heart out, when ever they let her outside. Even out side it was concrete there, it was hopeless. She shook her head trying to forget her Horrid past. She walked into the room, so many instruments surrounded her, it was amazing she closed her eyes to think about the music that would come out of them all, the beautiful noise that they would make all harmonized. Three people where already in the class room, a blonde with blue eyes, a guy with weird hair, and another girl with browny/red hair with two white streaks at the front she wore purple lipstick and wore the coolest cloths, the girl looked up.They matched eyes, then Fiamma Look around for a seat."Hey come sit over here!" her accent was southern. Fiamma sat down.
"Hey My names Rouge what would yours be?" "I'm Fiamma." "well I like your name, your new right?" "yeah, from New Orleans.""Really? You haven't got an accent." "yeah, I live in germany before that and Scotland before that. So I don't think I really have any kind of accent." "yeah, it is kinnda weird, I have a friend from germany, maybe you know him Kurt wagner?" "yeah, His in my bio class. His nice." she look down to her feet, so, Rogue was friends with Kurt, great cool, maybe they where dating."So are you two together?" "Me and Kurt? no no no no no!, I mean his IS nice and all, but, no." why did Fiamma felt so much better? "So, uh does he have a girlfriend.?" "No, at least I don't think he does, although... naw. Why do you like him?" she shrug at the question then went on to say. "Naw I just met him, but his Ok looking and nice and I kinnda have a thing for germans, being there for so long, you know?" "yeah I suppose.. so is there any one else, you er thinks cute" She just met this person but she felt close to her already. "well, I dunno. I mean we just met and all." "yeah ok, I understand. so, you like music allot?" "yeah I love to sing and listen to music. Although I lost all my c.ds in the move." Actually this was a lie she lost them before the move the old nurse broke them all. Bitch.
The period was over, they had praised her for her voice, she had been extremely embarrassed, Rouge was a great person, she really liked her. She too had offered her to sit with her friends but, Fiamma wanted her last day of total freedom, to be just that. She hurried off to her next class, which she was happy to say was art.
Pietro wasn't there, she looked down at her painting, last nights dream. "wow thats really good, I mean its all blendy like a dream and stuff you know? is that what its meant to be a dream?" She turned around, Pietro was here after all, just late... that made her smile for some reason.
"Hey Pietro, yeah it the dream I had last night. You like it?""I do its great. Hmp that guy there." he said pointing to one of her people, then looking at his paint touch finger ."sorry, but he looks familiar." Fiamma sighed, but was laughing a little at his energy, she fixed the smudge part, and put a bit a paint on Pietro's face. "Hey why'd ya do that for??" "Just a little revenge." she said with a smirk. "Revenge huh?" He went on to grab the brush from her hand and tried to put a black line on her face, she ran to another brush, "heh heh, now we both have weapons." "Indeed." She ran up to him trying to take another mark, he got his, he was that bit faster than her, the teacher broke it up.. "Come'on we're not children here, you two can stay after the bell goes to clean up, and I'd advise the other's not to clean up today, you have somebody else to do it for you." Fiamma wisped into Pietro's ear. "Thats teaching us well, don't clean up cause somebody else will do it." That got them an after school.
Cleaning up the mess, Pietro was surprisingly happy, even though Fiamma had just got him a after school detention. She looked up to him and he was staring at her, he looked down. Walking over to him, she felt something wash over her, her mind had open up, and Pietro was thinking. 'I wonder what she could be. I know there's something Different, I mean, nobody can be like that and not be one... well that would be interesting, I wonder what her Power would be.' "telepathy" she said. "what? did you say?" "Well you where wondering what powers I have and I told you telepathy. Does that bother you that Im a mutant?" she backed up a bit, wincing at what he might think, she might actually like this boy, and she just told him her deepest secret. "Does it bother me?" he said, she looked to the ground then back up he was gone."No it doesn't bother me. In fact Im happy about it." she jumped, he was behind her." You, your one too?"
"Yep, they call me Quicksilver." She must have look confused cause then he said, "Its because I can run faster than anyone." A wide grin was followed by that, he looked very proud of himself.. "what do they call you?""nothing, I, Im not called anything but Fiamma. Fiamma Cain." He was right in front of her in the blink of an eye. "I was wondering, you wanna do something on friday like a movie or something?" She looked up to him, then back down, she though about her uncle, and the new place and then about Pietro, Quicksilver. " Cocky aren't we?" He grined at her. "
I mean I did only just met you yesterday..." "Yeah but no girl can say no to me" "Oh well then no." He stopped... "No? you mean you don't want to go with me?" "No I didn't mean that, but technically I did say no to you. But I do want to go to the movies with you. You irresistible little speed demon you." He looked happy about that, she felt happy about it. They cleaned up and left. Walking through the door, looking into Pietro's back, (He was singing Basket case, by greenday in his head) she thought 'I've only been here for two days and all ready I've found three Mutants and have a date.' she was starting to like Bayville.
She packed the last of her things, not that there was much, the house was even more ememy, she thought that was bad. Fine so she was going to live with her uncle. She arrived at the Huge house, she rang the doorbell. Waiting for a bit she deiced to leave maybe come back later, maybe. Just then the door open.
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I'd like to say, Ok so my last on was bad~spelling~o~rama. Sorry, but bla, Also I can't do accents so yeah, At first I attepmted it, but Kurt sounded like he had a speach impedimate, and Rouge like she was drunk. YES DRUNK, also I notice I'm not any good at writing with somebody else's Charricter way of talking.
Oh well, reply to it, tell me what you think ::Please??:: ::cutie pie eyes::