RN: Yeah, so I'm back with a new story since my old one fell out.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you may recgonize from the X-men...all of them are owned by Marvel...woo.
Pairings: Pyro/OC, OC/OC, Rogue/Remy, Kitty/Bobby(not popular), and Piotr/OC
Hopefully you like the story. Do R&R
Passion of a Violet Flame
-Chapter One-
Passive silver-violet eyes gazed transparently at him, a familiar Zippo lighter resting in the upturned, open palm of dainty, small pale hands. A flash occurred, a house surrounded by flames danced before him as familiar screams filled the air, a letter addressed to him projected in the fire. Sad blue eyes stared at him, a lonely tear rolling down a cheek as he brushed it away, whispering words softly. Laughter of young teens filled the air as he stood amongst the humans, mocking green eyes glaring in a snotty fashion toward the blue eyes. A pair of glazed grey eyes glared at him, the shadowed face disappearing as a fist appears in its stead, aimed right for his face.
St. John Allerdyce jerked awake, his breathing labored as his lungs fought to catch enough oxygen to suffice. A thin sheen of sweat covered his bare chest, the back of his hand wiped his brow of the trickling sweat as he glanced over at his bed side clock. 5:58 A.M. He groaned and closed his eyes only to hear a knock at his door. He swore silently before rolling out of his bed, throwing a black Disturbed shirt over his bare chest, giving him some decency as he answered the door.
Professor Charles Xavier sat at his door in his wheel chair, Ms. Ororo Monroe standing beside him. John rose an eyebrow before allowing them into his room. He sat down on the bed before turning his gaze back to his two mentors.
"I'm sorry to wake you this early, Mr. Allerdyce, but we need to inform you of some changes that are going to be made," Xavier informed, his blue eyes staring at the once harsh pyromaniac.
"It's no problem. I just woke up actually. What's up?" John asked, trying to fight off his annoyance.
Storm spoke at the Professor's indicating nod, "Since you returned to the Institute, you have received your own room. I'm afraid that we have a new student that will be here in just a moment and will be dorming with you."
"Oh, is that it? It's no problem. He can take the empty bed," John trailed off as he saw a glint of amusement in Xavier's eyes. "What?"
"You're roommate is a girl," Storm answered.
At John's surprised face, the Professor finished, "She has been through a lot so I would hope you would greet her kindly and try to show her around."
At John's nod, the two teachers left his room. John shut the door, leaning against it. A sigh left his lips. A girl? Since when do they allow co-ed dorming? A knock at the oak door at his back, he groaned gently before turning to open the door. As the door opened, he found himself shocked at the person on the other side.
Baggy black sweat pants hung off the smooth curves of her hips, the flat pale stomach that showed from her belly halter top gave him the notion she was active. Her pale skin went to her face, her lips seemed to be made of plump red rose petals. Short black hair was a mess, as if she had just woken up, and in the style known as bed-head. She was beautiful, no doubt, but what struck him the most were the silver-violet eyes that peered at him, returning his suprise.
"Violet?" he found himself whispering.
"John?" she choked out.
The two duffle bags fell from her hands as John pulled her into a hug, swinging her around as he moved her into the room. He placed her on her feet and smiled down at the familiar girl from so long ago. The girl ran a hand through her messy hair before walking to her discarded bags. Clothes of black, silver and dark shades of red, green and purple soon filled the empty space in the walk-in closet that John didn't use. Shoes lined the bottom of the closet, from heels to Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars to leather knee high boots.
"So, what are you doing here?" he asked.
The girl shrugged as she folded some clothes, "Let's just say I found something out that I need to get under control."
"Will you tell me what your power is?" he questioned as he sat on the bed, the girl's back to him.
"You'll find that out on your own, St. John," he could feel that smirk on her lips as she said.
A thought suddenly occurred to John, "How are you and Marcus?"
The girl didn't glance over her shoulder as her left hand lifted off the bed, a diamond encrusted white-gold band decorated the ring finger. John wasn't as surprised as he should've been. The pair had been dating for five years.
"When's the big date?"
"December 27th. I think we're going to have it at night," she replied.
She stood straight and turned to him, a soft twitch at the corner of her mouth lifted her lips, "I'm slightly hungry."
John perked up a bit and grinned, grabbing her hand and pulled her out of the room, "So, you still doing art?"
"Yeah, I have two art books with me."
John scoffed, "Let me guess, one for your morbid and dispressed art work and another for your portraits?"
"Wow, you're good," she retorted sarcastically.
The two entered the kitchen, John's arm draped over her shoulder as the two talked about things that have happened in the past years of them being apart and things they remember from so long ago. John ignored the odd looks from the student body as he laughed at a story Violet told him. He collapsed in a chair at an empty table, Violet sitting across from him. John was going to say something when he realized Violet's eyes were no longer trained on him and a shadow loomed over the table.
Rogue stood behind him, her brown eyes gazing at him in confusion, her leather gloved hand held in the hand of Remy LeBeau. Beside Remy stood Piotr, who's bulky size didn't seem to intimidate the new girl. Rogue smiled a greeting to John before her eyes trained on the girl across from him.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Rogue," the brunette said, her white streaked bangs shined in the morning light that shone through a window.
"Violet Sanchez," John didn't realize the monotone voice until she spoke to Rogue. He flinched at the cold, emotionless sound that left the beautiful lips of his best friend from so long ago. John just passed it off as a trust issue. He remembered she never fully trusted anybody until they've proven themselves.
"Oh well, these are our friends, Remy LeBeau and Piotr Rusptin(Spelling help please?)," Rogue introduced softly.
The group sat down and conversation filled the table and as John spoke with his fellow schoolmates, he kept his eyes on his quiet childhood friend. John was going to say something to her when he noticed Kitty and Bobby approaching the girl from behind. Bobby went to tap her shoulder and was stopped short by four harsh words, "Touch me and die."
The hand paused before dropping to the Iceman's waist, the silver-violet eyed girl simply stood from her seat and turned to stare at them, eyes passive. John felt like he was fourteen again, watching his friend stare down anyone who dared to confront her without consent. She had always been the one to show no emotion when she dealt with people she felt to be inferior.
"Can I help you?"
"We know you're new and all but we came to warn you," Kitty answered almost immediately.
A thin black eyebrow rose above the purple eyes of Violet, "Warn me about what?"
"We just want you to be careful when using your judgement of character," Bobby said, his eyes shifting from her's to look at John, "Allerdyce is known for being a traitor."
"A traitor?" the ebony-haired girl thought aloud, her finger to her chin, "You have a point. I don't have time to waste on traitors." The words cut John deep as he watched his childhood friend approach Bobby. Her rose bud lips were inches from the cold one's of Bobby, a jealous glint appearing in Kitty's eyes, "I have a good judgement of character and you want to know something?" John couldn't believe his eyes. Bobby was turning yet another new student away from him, this one just so happen to be more important than the other. He heard a grunt from Bobby as Violet moved closer, inches become centimeters and right as Bobby's blue eyes closed, waiting for the impact, the girl turned on her heel, "You're character fucking sucks."
The look in Bobby's blue eyes had John holding the side of the table as he choked on his drink, laughter spitting from the back of his throat. Laughter left the lips of Remy as well, the boy never liking Bobby's attitude. Rogue seemed to fight back a smile as she covered her lips with her hands, Piotr had a soft grin on his usual calm face.
"Bobby is twice the man than John is. Bobby would never hurt you like that back-stabbing traitor," Kitty sneered.
Violet's eyes turned a nasty glint as she twirled around, a harsh glare pointed at the annoying girl, "Look here, my little pyromaniac wouldn't even think about hurt me. I don't need people like you putting their noses in situations they don't need to be in. If I get burned, then so be it, but you need to back off before I decide to be a traitor and hurt you."
John couldn't help but feel touched as he listened to his friend defend him, her eyes burned with her internal spirit he knew her for. He watched as she turned and looked down at his seated form so he followed his instincts and stood up. She hugged him gently, "Valve, me minimo pyro. Amo tu."
Those foreign words registered in his mind as he grinned, remembering those days long ago, "Valve, me minimo amici. Amo tu."
The girl turned and walked off, heading to their room. John sent a glare to Bobby and Kitty before leaving to head for class, his friends following him. They walked down the halls in silence before Rogue broke it.
"You knew Violet before she moved here, didn't you?"
John nodded, "Yeah, became friends when we were six and we became closer when my mother died."
"Was she always that..."
"Passive?" John offerred.
Rogue shook her head, "I was going to say cold. She seems detatched."
"Yeah. She was that way because her father always pressed to be kind. You didn't have to be happy, but never did you have to be rude to people. She use to always be kind and then when her father died, her actions turned into a passive, almost cold manner," John supplied.
"Her father knew she was a mutant?" Remy guessed.
John smiled, "Her father was a mutant. He was a priest at a orphanage that was made up of mutant children that were born differently."
"Differently?" Piotr asked.
John nodded, "Think about how Kurt Wagner looks. I remember there were two girls that lived in the orphanage, Vi and I were friends with them. One, we named Katrina, because she had a pair of cat ears instead of human ears, a panther tail and the eyes of a cat. She was always swift and agile, which made Vi and her fight all the time."
"Why?" Rogue asked as they turned down the hall and pressed a button for the elevator.
"Vi had a passion for fighting, like it was just in her nature. Violet was always inhumanly fast, even before her mutation manifested. Since she was fast, she was known for winning a lot of matches. Except, Kat was always agile and had a swiftness with her body only a cat could have. She had senses of an animal too, always able to sense where someone was before she saw them. It made them a perfect match when fighting. We always had to break them apart before they hurt each other," John told them as they stepped in the elevator.
"So who's the other girl?" Piotr asked.
"Her name is Angela, and she's named that because of the wings she has on her back. That's why I'm not all that surprised with Warren's appearance," John answered.
The group found the door and one last question left him puzzled, "So why doesn't she show her power?"
John felt his body halt at Remy's quesiton. They entered the class quietly, the four taking their usual seats in the back as Ms. Monroe entered. Debates entered the classroom and John zoned out almost instantly, his mind filled with memories of his past. Honestly, he never expected to see Violet again, after the two part those years ago. Could she not control her power? Was that why she was here? John sighed to himself before tuning into the heated discussion.
