FYI: Sabine, Angelique and Desiree are mine, they others aren't……

To everyone, I shall be updating this story more scarcely than I do, due to the fact that I now have school and a job to worry about. Hope you understand. I will try to update at least once every 2 weeks.
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Desiree:
I stared intently into his eyes. I was completely curious about him. I saw everything there is to know about him, but I wanted him to talk and say it to me with his voice.

He stuck out his hand and said, "My name is John Allerdyce. What's yours?" His voice is rich and deep and I now understood what the phrase, "going weak at the knees" meant.

I didn't know if I knew how to talk anymore. It had been 7 long years since I used my voice. Sabine and I always talked telepathically. I wasn't sure what it sounded like anymore. But I decided I should try.

"M --" was all I said before I had to start again.

This was ridiculous to me. I speak 8 languages, (what else was there to do in my free time) and I'm having trouble forming a single sentence in English. It was pathetic.

"My n-name is Des -- Desiree LaFluer X -- Xavier. My name is Desiree LaFluer Xavier." I said, at first unsurely, then more confidently.

A smile spread across his face, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

John:
"My n-name is Des -- Desiree LaFluer X -- Xavier. My name is Desiree LaFluer Xavier." She sounded unsure at first, but then very confident. Her voice was beautiful and hypnotic. It was a voice I knew I would never be tired of. I smiled, and my heart lurched as she smiled back at me.

"Desiree. That's a beautiful name." I said with enthusiasm.

I pulled her closer to me than she already was and I kissed with a passion that surprised me. For the first time I felt scars that were on her back.

Our kiss was short lived when I heard Professor Xavier say, "Yes, it is."

Desiree turned out of my arms and looked at he adopted father as the crowd parted to let the crippled man through.

"Desiree, why now do you choose to talk and 'interact' with other students?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"Because of John. When I saw him, I thought he was literally seeing inside of me. No one, except my sister, has been able to do that." At the word, "sister", the girl with the pink hair stepped forward. She was dressed similarly. In rolled-up boxer shorts, and a tank top.

"Hello. What is your name?" Professor Xavier asked her.

She looked at Desiree and when Desiree nodded she said, "Sabine."

"Hello Sabine and Desiree. I want to know something. The scars on your backs, where are they from?"

She didn't say anything. She grabbed my hand and walked with me into the woods where we could be alone. We sat down next to a tree and I wanted to hear her voice again.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?" she questioned.

"Everything about you." I pressed.

"There is nothing to tell. I am a very simple girl who has led a very simple life."

"I still want to know." I whispered.

"I was born a Romany. My clan LaFluer was kind and caring."

"Romany?" I asked.

"Gypsy. After Sabine and I were born, our parents didn't desire to be Romany anymore. They completely cut off all the connections to our clan in Paris. We moved to England after Angelique was born, when I was two. My parents were drug addicts and alcoholics. They spent everything they had on their 'addictions.' They - uh- blamed us. They said that we ruined their lives. It was all our fault for everything that went wrong in their lives.

"One day, we were playing in an alley. Sabine, Angelique and I didn't want to go home for obvious reasons. Our mother found us. Angelique managed to get away, Sabine and I couldn't. She beat us with, what the constables called, a old power line cable. Sabine got hit a few times on her sides and arms. I bore the brunt of it. Scars on my back, neck,… arms, thighs, calves. The doctors sewed us up as best as they could, but the scars are still there.

"That night, our parents came into our room that we shared. They grabbed Angelique and threw her into the wall and started beating on her. I tried to get them to stop but I passed out. Sabine tried, but she was thrown into a wall. Later, at the hospital, they said that Angelique had died from her wounds." She began to cry.

"I'm sorry." I said, my voice filled with sorrow.

"It's okay. Anyway, Sabine and I were brought over here by Professor Xavier. We swore not talk or interact with anyone ever again. But then I met you." She smiled and it was beautiful.

"Tell me about you." she said.

"My parents never cared about me. We I discovered my mutation, they thought I was a freak. So I left. Professor Xavier picked me up and gave me a home. I met you, and I knew that I won't be alone here."

She actually smirked at me.

"What is your mutation?" she asked curiosity thick in her voice.

"I don't know what you really call it. I can control fire, but I can't create it. What's yours?"

"What the Professor likes to call 'Electrokenisis and Foresight.' With my electrokenisis, I can create and control electricity. With my foresight, I can see into people's past, present and future just by touching them. I also have a telepathic connection with my sister."

"So you can see into my future just from our kiss?"

"Yeah."

"And what do you see?"

Her brows narrowed as if in concentration and a smile broke out across her face.

She grabbed the back of my head and brought it towards her.

"That I should do this…" and she kissed me.