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Pairings: John/Violet(OC), Violet(OC)/Marcus(OC), Remy/Rogue, Piotr/Katrina(OC), and Bobby/Kitty (Bashing)

Enjoy Chapter Two


Passion of a Violet Flame

-Chapter Two-

John glanced over his shoulder as his friend beside him stared at the heated discussion within the class. It had been four long days since Violet started classes, Kitty always targeting her as if she was here for something else. John couldn't help but smile as she seemed to take in her classmates words with wisdom he only knew she had. He smirked to himself as he remembered long ago when he was the one to pull her out of fights when they were in middle school together. No matter how passive her ways were, she never turned down a challenge when it was thrown in her direction.

John guessed she felt his eyes on her, her silver-violet eyes gazing over at him softly, a nod out of respect was given to him. Ms. Monroe must've thought she was staring at him for a different reason because she called the quiet girl out. Violet had yet to make a statement on the situation between Mutant-Human relations and if there could ever be harmony between the two. Kitty, of course, had the idea that in the future humans and mutants could work together peacefully.

"Miss Sanchez, I have yet to hear from you during this debate. Please, contribute your thoughts to the discussion," Ms. Monroe suggested.

Violet stared at her for a moment before tilting her chair back, her army boot clad feet propped up on the table, "What's to tell you Ms. Monroe? Humans are known to not accept change and we mutants, once our mutation manifests, must face the facts that things change. We are more suseptable to change then humans becuase our mutation changes as we age." A hand ran through her short black hair as her pink tongue ran over her black coated rose petal lips as she opened her mouth to continue, "Humans hate change and wont accept it. Mutants are thought to be humans changed, so humans could never accept us into their lives. It's in the nature, of both humans and mutants, to act upon aggression toward them and we fight back when we feel our lives at stake. Humans tend to think if mutants were accepted into society that they would potentially take over their perfect bubble they protect themselve in."

"So, you believe mutants and humans could never interract with kindness toward each other?" Ms. Monroe summerised.

Violet shook her head, "No. There are some humans out there that accept change, but the majority will be the ones to determine whether or not we live among each other in peaceful terms. In all honesty, I think we, mutants, could do better without human influence."

"You don't like humans?" Kitty spat out as if Violet was some disturbance.

Violet casted a cold smirk in the annoying girl's direction, "No. I hate humans."

Those last words held such despise that John flinched beside her. The cold tone she took on felt foreign to him. Before Kitty could retort the bell rang and Violet was up and out of the room before anyone could think otherwise. John rushed to catch her, falling in step with her as he caught up.

"Still have that wisdom amongst your brain, huh?" John teased. John peered over his shoulder at the huffing Kitty who was talking to Bobby in a fit of fury, "I think you just made a new enemy."

"I believe I have enough enemies. She's nothing more than a jealous teenager that can't think for herself," Violet brushed the thought off with those words.

John grinned, "Rogue, the others and I are going out tonight. You should come with."

"I would, my lovely Pyro, but I have a meeting with the Professor tonight to go over something with him," she said before walking off toward the Professor's office.

John felt a little let down but left it at that. John wasn't all that surprised that Violet hated humans. Her father was killed when a gang of humans set the orphanage, that her father ran, on fire when news spread that it housed mutants. He never thought she would still hate them though. Something must've happened that she didn't tell him. He noticed Rogue running up to him, looped her arm through his and dragged him off. Ever since Rogue gained a slight sense of control, she hardly wore gloves anymore. She wore fingerless gloves, since she grew accustomed to the feel of her hands being protected. She was now able to decide what she absorbed from her opponents, whether it be powers, thoughts, memories or to kill them. He doubted she would ever do the later.

The weekend passed and John woke up Monday morning to see Violet standing at her closet, her hair soaked from a shower. He glared as he sat up, "Where have you been? I'm sure you didn't need to speak with Xavier the entire weekend."

Over the weekend, Violet vanished from the mansion and here she was standing in the room like she never left. She tensed slightly as she finally noticed he was awake, but didn't turn to greet him. She threw her response over her shoulder, "I had something to take care off. Sorry if you were worried, but I can take care of myself."

"Well, next time, do you think you could give me some warning about when you decide to disappear on me for a few days," John said as he stood up, the girl throwing on a deep purple hatler top and a pair of tight, black leather jeans.

Slipping on a pair of black army boots and a pair of black fingerless gloves, she finally turned around. He realized her lips and eyelids were painted black. Her heavily pierced ears shined with studs as light reflected off them. He walked into the bathroom and washed up. After his shower he paused at the door when he heard Violet's voice.

"No. I said I would deal with bastard on my own. After I'm done with the Professor, I plan on paying our dearest a visit and put him in a grave," her voice spat out coldly.

He leaned against the door. Was she really here for something different than to learn how to control her abilities? Did she have a plan to take out the Professor? Who was she going to visit afterwards? He sighed before walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He noticed she had hung up the phone and placed it on the bed side table. She didn't say a word to him as she slipped on a black leather trench coat and walked out of the room.

He dressed in a pair of loose-fitted black jeans and a plain black shirt. He put on a deep red button-down shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. After getting dressed, he ran a hand through his brown hair before exiting the room. He ducked behind a corner when he noticed Violet speaking with Xavier. When the two walked off, he made it to his self-defense class, taught by Logan. Violet entered the room after him almost a minute later and stood beside him.

"Alright, today I'm pairing you up in groups of two and you'll have to fight as a team to win over your opponent. I want you all to use your powers. The groups will be John and Violet fighting Bobby and Kitty. Rogue and Piotr you'll be fighting..."

Violet and John stood side-by-side as they stared down the two people they personally disliked. Kitty lunged herself toward Violet, challenging the girl to a fight of their own. The fight went without a hitch as John immediately melted a frozen projectile headed toward him at a fast speed. Violet watched Kitty phase as she swung a punch. Once Kitty rephased and slammed a fist into Violet's face, the brunette notice no notion of pain regestered on the darker girl's face. Almost instantly, two shapeless entities of black danced around her as they came from the shade her own body produced. As one of the shapeless entities swung at Kitty, the girl phased to dodge it, the cold shadow passing between the girl's transparent form. The rephased Kitty didn't expect a harsh kick to hit the side of her face, sending her sprawling on the mat. A scream echoed around the room as Violet slammed another foot on the girl's open back, a smirk twitched on the girl's lips.

An ice sphere slammed into Violet, knocking her off Kitty, the brunette almost instantly getting up. Violet stood, glaring at the blond boy as her childhood friend redeemed her honor by hitting him with an attack of his own. Violet and Kitty went at it again, both dodging and received blows left and right, the two girl's fighting as if their lives depended on it. Violet moved to kick Kitty when she felt her feet frozen to the tile floor.

Kitty took the moment to attack Violet, who had to resort to using only her fists and elbows. Kitty was soon overpowering the darker girl, but Kitty's victory was soon dispersed as a flame hit the ice at Violet's feet, melting it almost instantly. The first foot to break from captivity was slammed into the chin of Kitty, sending the small girl stumbling backwards. Before a reaction could be made on Kitty's behalf, Violet turned quickly and the side of her foot slammed into the side of the girl's head, sending her into a nearby wall. Kitty resorted to phasing as Violet made her attacks, the feet and fists going through the transparent girl.

"What are you going to do when you can't hit me?"

At Kitty's remark, shadows from the floor loomed around Violet and encased her in a shadowy silhouette of her former self. Kitty grew slightly curious as the girl used her own attack on herself, rephasing as she didn't keep concentration on her power. The silhouette sunk into the floor, the dark girl appearing behind an oblivious Bobby, who was charging up a strong attack of ice. Violet hit Bobby at the last moment, sending his attack on the brunette. Bobby stopped his attack when he noticed Kitty's body beind encased by ice, stopping just at her neck.

To say John had to thaw her out, due to the command of Logan, would be an understatement. John ignored his childhood friend, who leaned against the wall, her legs crossed at her ankles, hands behind her head. Rogue walked over quietly to the nonchalant girl and spoke softly.

"However harsh that tactic was, you were amazing."

Silver-plum eyes turned on the girl, "Thanks. I'm afraid when you can't hit someone and you know they care for another, they would never attack their own. When I felt Bobby's attack, I just used it against them."

"Really?"

"Well, it was that, or have my partner being frozen like her. No offense, but I would rather have my opponent frozen than my partner."

"You felt it?"

Violet's eyes turned to a steel-violet glare as she tensed, her body pushing off the wall, "I'd rather not talk about that Rogue, and I would apprecitate it if you kept that between us."

Rogue didn't get to answer as a resounding yell of, "You Bitch!" sounded on the walls. Violet's body was tackled to the side, Kitty's fury burning hot. "How dare you turn my loved one against me. Only some Brotherhood scum would do something so cold. No wonder why John and you get along."

A flash flew through Violet's eyes as the girl flipped their position, pinning Kitty to the ground, "I've had it with you and your friends constantly belittling John because he made a choice he might regret. I think John had proved his worth. If he was really a part of the Brotherhood, he wouldn't have thawed you." Violet stood but not before kicking Kitty in the side. "I'm sick of hearing you constantly down my friend. If I hear those words from your mouth, you'll be eating through a straw."

John felt pride as his friend once again defended his honor. That when he realized something as she exited the room. She didn't deny she way a part of the Brotherhood. He felt himself grow frightened at the thought and chased after his friend. She was infuriated, he could tell. He touched her shoulder and watched as she turned, fist poised to hit him. When she realized it was him, she dropped her arm and the harsh look in her eyes disappeared.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so sick of it," she whispered. "I remember when you would stick up for me long ago. I thought I would repay my debt."

John hugged the girl, kissing the top of her head, "Thank you. I appreciate it."

A month passed since the fight and it seemed Violet's words turned something, because everyone nodded at him respectfully in the hallway. He had silently and loudly voiced his thanks to his friend. Except she disappeared again. People started noticing her disappearences every weekend. Kitty had it in everyone's mind that she was working for the Brotherhood, and sadly enough, John was beginning to believe her. He sat in the room, Violet was out on a run as she tried to keep herself fit and release some stress. He noticed her laptop was left open, something that she never did. He went to close it and paused.

Recent pictures of him doaned the screen, his curiosity gaining the best of him. He then noticed an Instant Messanger box was still open from earlier, her away message telling people to leave her alone. He read the conversation between three people.

BlindedEarth says: Did you find out anything?

PurpleShadows says: I'm afraid not. The Professor believes it's just another form of my power.

Prowlerontheloose says: That doesn't make sense though. How could that happen?

PurpleShadows says: I'm not sure. Unfortunately I can't stop it and I can't get rid of her.

BlindedEarth says: I see that you aren't happy with that.

PurpleShadows says: No. I need to get rid of her. She's driving me nuts. I can't do anything without her nagging.

BlindedEarth says: So, how's John?

Prowlerontheloose says: Yeah, how is the lovely pyromaniac?

PurpleShadows says: I think he's getting suspicious.

Prowlerontheloose says: Shouldn't he be? I mean, John's known for being observant. You going missing every weekend will obviously cause him to question you.

BlindedEarth says: Have you told him?

PurpleShadows says: Oh yes. Have him and the rest of the school hate me? Ha! I don't need that. Anyways, is everything set up for this Saturday?

BlindedEarth says: Yes. Everything will go down Saturday afternoon.

Prowlerontheloose says: And it's about time too.

PurpleShadows says: I agree. Well I have to go release some stress before I kill myself. This nagging has to stop or I'm going to snap.

BlindedEarth says: Alright, we'll see you Friday afternoon after your session. Love Ya.

Prowlerontheloose says: Peace! Love ya girl.

PurpleShadows is Away...

John cringed to himself. He had to confront her and fast. He heard the door open and tensed as he turned to see Violet standing there, her eyes glaring as she noticed his snooping. Her shoulders shook but he paid no heed to it.

"So who are these people?" John demanded.

"Friends."

John glared, "Tell me where you go every weekend that's so important."

"No."

"God damn it! Tell me!"

Violet turned a glare on him, "Who has it in your head that you need to question me?"

"The entire school thinks your with the Brotherhood. Now, I know Kitty is someone who gossips, but I can't help but question you when you don't tell me where you go!"

Violet laid on her bed, "Meet me here Friday after class."

On Friday, when John entered his room, he noticed Bobby, Rogue, Remy, Piotr, and Kitty standing in his room. When he closed the door, it opened again as Violet entered the room. She didn't say anything as she grabbed her laptop and turned.

"I hope none of you have weak stomachs," she said almost instantly as shadows covered the group individually.

Screams left the girl's lips and the boys tried to protest as they all tried to fight it, their voices cut off as darkness surrounded them. They felt as if their bodies were released off all burdens, everything seemed so calm and before they knew it they were in a darkly decorated bedroom. Kitty hunched over and without looking over, Violet voiced a harsh demanded, "You even think about throwing up on this carpet and I'll have you clean it with your mouth."

They group followed her out of the room and down a hall, the back of two young children standing at the end faced them. Violet knelt behind them and with a voice with softness no one knew she had she surprised the two girls, "And what are you doing here?"

A girl with soft blond hair and shockingly grey eyes smiled up at the older woman, "Mama Desha!"

Beside her stood a boy with messy black hair and cheerful wine red eyes, "You made it here safely."

"Of course. Is Kat in the kitchen?"

"Yes. Mama Desha, after your done talking, can we show you something?" the girl questioned, eyes pleading.

Violet nodded and the girl and boy jumped the girl into a hug. They ran off and Violet stood up, motioning for the group to follow them. The group heard a beautiful voice from the Kitchen as they approached, the group gasped as they caught sight of a very strange woman standing at the open cabnet, bent over. A blood red panther tail danced in the air from the small of the woman's back. She stood up straight, long red curls bunched over her shoulders as she turned around, her blood red cat ears twitching as her golden eyes sparkled with joy. Her elliptical pupils seemed to grow with excitement.

"John?" she gasped before hugging the pyromaniac.

"Kat? Wow, you sure have grown," John said.

"Hey, Vi, I love that you brought guests, but you could've told me," Kat teased the darkly dressed girl.

Violet was going to answer when Kitty let out a huff as someone brushed her aside, the man hugging the ebony-haired girl from behind. His lips pressed to Violet's neck gently, "Welcome home, luv."

Violet turned, kissing the brown haired man, his long hair pulled into a low ponytail. Rogue smiled as she noticed he was built like Logan, his muscles seemed smooth and gently, but still looked intimidating. She noticed his jade eyes were pale. She inwardly gasped to herself.

"Marcus," John greeted.

Marcus looked up, his eyes clashing with John's, "St. John Allerrdyce? Never thought I'd hear your voice again."

At the many confused looks, Violet rolled her eyes, her, John, Kat and Rogue spoke at the same time, "He's blind."

Violet glanced over at Rogue questioningly, "Well, I had a cousin who was blind. Blind people have pale eyes because of the lack of sight and their pupils are usually large because they don't react to light."

Violet nodded and left it at that, "Well, everyone, this is Marcus, my fiance."

John glanced around as the group talked and tapped Violet, "Hey, where is Angela?"

The threesome of his old friends each tensed, Kat glancing at the floor as Marcus turned his blind eyes to Violet. Violet stared at the ground as well, "Angela...well..Angela is dead."

John choked on air at the news, "What?"

Violet growled and glared up at John, "She's dead. What don't you get about that? She dead. Gone."

Violet turned and stalked out of the room, John following her. He followed her but stopped himself when the girl from earlier ran up to her with the boy just behind her.

"Mama Desha, you ready?"

Violet nodded and John followed her as the two kids led her to a room. When they entered the two gasped at the artwork that lined to room walls. Portraits, paintings, pictures and oil canvases decorated the walls. Violet's eyes grew soft as her eyes fell on a picture ahead of them. John bit back a gasp at the painting of Angela. Her long blond hair blowing in the wind not displayed in the portrait. Her back was turned to the artist, allowing the large white wings to span out along the picture. Loose feathers that drifted in the wind danced around the girl in the picture.

"Violet," John whispered, "What happened?"

Violet didn't speak for a moment before she asked the two children to leave. Her sad eyes left the door the children exited through and turned to John, "It's a long story."

"I have time," John retorted.

Violet sighed, "It was two months ago..."


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