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Passions of a Violet Flame

-Chapter Five-

St. John Allerdyce paced around his room, the only sound heard in the room came from the click-swish as he toyed with his lighter, the relaxing, repetitive noise ringing through the room. He ran a hand through his dusty brown hair, brown eyes glancing over at the clock beside his bed. The numbers 12:41 AM illuminated in neon glow, the only light in the room. He glanced over at the empty bed beside his own and growled. He turned suddenly when he heard the clumsy stumbles of someone in their room, his friend stumbling out of the shadows. He opened his mouth, but words fell short as she fell to her knees, her breathing ragged.

"Hey, Vi, you ok?" he asked, his anger disappearing in a flash as he knelt beside his childhood friend.

She forced a shaky smile as he helped her to her bed, "I had the lack of brains challenging both Marcus and Kat to a fight. Kat is getting faster every day."

John sighed and tucked the girl under her blankets. He leaned down and kissed her forehead; silently wishing for once he could do more. He watched as her eyelids closed over her silver-violet eyes and soon the soft rhythmic mews of her breathing became hypnotic as he lay in his own bed.

A ray of sunlight slapped John awake as he sat up, his eyes glancing at the clock that read; 6:53 AM. He sighed and climbed in the shower, quickly getting ready so he could go get some food. When he climbed out, he noticed Violet was just waking up; the girl's hair seemed to defy means of gravity as she sat somberly in her bed.

"Hey, you may want to get ready. Breakfast is over in about forty-five minutes," John suggested.

The girl rolled out of her bed and as she stumbled to the bathroom, she said, "Don't wait up."

John respected his friend's wish and went downstairs. Rogue ran up to greet him first, a smile plastered on her pink lips. He noticed a certain sparkle in her doe-brown eyes that made him look at her curiously.

"Where's Violet?" Rogue asked almost immediately.

"Getting ready why?" John answered.

Rogue sent him a wink, oddly reminding him of his childhood friend, "You'll see."

They made it to the cafeteria, most of the students already in the room. The two took their usual table and sat down, Remy and Piotr meeting up with them soon after. The three guys noticed she seemed anxious, but she wouldn't tell them.

They were in the middle of a conversation when Rogue suddenly jumped from her seat and tackled Violet into a hug. John laughed at the surprised, tired look on his usually stoic friend's face. John realized a moment later, Violet's eyes softened as Rogue's shoulders shook as if she was crying. The entire room was silent as the new girl hugged the untouchable Rogue, who cried shamelessly into her shoulder.

The guys approached in time to hear Rogue sobbing, "I can't repay you enough."

Violet said nothing as Rogue pulled away before first catching John in a hug, her bare arms wrapped around him. When he didn't feel the pull of her powers, he let out a boyish laugh as he swung her around. The sound of Rogue giggling filled the room as John put her down. She then hugged Piotr, who whispered something in Russian, and hugged her in returned. When Rogue turned to Remy, she pulled the smooth-talking Cajun into a passionate embrace. Hoots and hollers sounded through the cafeteria, and Violet chose that time to take her leave.

The group soon made plans on taking Rogue out, to celebrate. John sighed as he left the bathroom and stopped short as his eyes fell on the gorgeous figure before him. Bent over with a foot raised on the chair, Violet laced up her knee-high leather boots. John couldn't help it as his eyes wandered over the delectable curves shaped by a pair of black leather hot pants, which stopped just below her buttocks, and a black corset top that hugged her breasts gently. She stood up straight as she grabbed the pair of fingerless gloves that lay on the dresser.

Tonight, everyone but Rogue were to wear gloves in tribute to the girl's control. John noticed she wore her usual black lip-gloss, but her eyes were colored by shimmering silver, which caused her eyes to pop out even more. She nodded at him as he held out her leather trench coat, after he had slipped his own black leather jacket on. She slipped it on and out of one of the many pockets; she pulled out a pair of black sunglasses. They left the room, John shaking as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

The group consisted of Kitty, Bobby, Rogue, Remy, Piotr, John and Violet. Everyone greeted each other silently before they glanced at Violet. She rolled her eyes and shadows individually wrapped around each of them. John tried to shake off the odd feeling that rose in his stomach as he caught a dangerous smirk that appeared on his friend's lips. Before he could call her on it, his vision consisted of darkness alone.

When they reappeared, the group followed Violet out of the darkened alley and almost immediately, because of the drop in temperature, John knew they were no longer in New York. He guessed the others soon figured it out, but no one had a chance to say anything as Violet walked toward a building that read, Nightfall Illusions. The bouncer stopped them, his eyes hidden behind darkened lenses.

"Back again, Vi?" the bouncer asked. "Didn't you get enough of this place Saturday night?"

"Of course not. We're here to celebrate?"

"Birthday?"

"Nope. Control."

The group that knew what Violet was speaking of glanced at her in fury. John glared at his friend's lack of confidentiality. The dark girl simply smiled at the bouncer, who nodded.

"That's always good to hear. I don't recognize them. They your friends from Westchester?"

Violet grinned, "Are you going to let us in, or do I have to pounce you, again?"

The bouncer sidestepped and Violet patted the man's shoulder before motioning for them to follow. Anger disappeared as the dance mixes blared from speakers and the heavy scent of sweat, arousal and cigarette smoke wafted through the air. Violet grinned over at the group.

"I come here every Saturday to let loose. This place is an underground club that only mutants can get into. The bouncer is able to sense mutant abilities. He's usual the one to pick up any strays and send them over to the manor."

Nothing was said, as the group broke apart, the girls immediately hitting the dance floor. Bobby and Remy danced along side their girlfriends, but John's eyes were locked on the beautiful body of his friend as it moved rhythmically. He couldn't stop watching as her body grinded against Rogue's, who tried her best to keep up, not use to being so close to people.

When a slow song started up, Violet walked off the dance floor, heading toward the booth John sat in. He swallowed as she stalked forward. God he wished he were somewhere else. She stopped at the booth and tilted her head to the side.

"Hey there, Firestud."

John cracked a grin, "Hey there, Shadow Mistress."

"So, when are you gonna dance with me?"

John sighed and climbed out of the booth, pulling his friend to the dance floor. John couldn't help but relish in the feeling that this was so right, but so wrong at the same time. His hands rested on her hips as the two swayed to the slow melodies, her eyes never leaving his.

"Rogue told us what you did for her," John said as he peered over her shoulder to see Rogue and Remy in a small, intimate embrace.

"I thought it was wrong that someone so nice was so sad."

The night trailed on, the group eventually left and returned to the mansion, via Drifting. When they arrived, the large grandfather clock just struck at two. Everyone broke apart, Bobby, Kitty, Piotr and Remy heading in one direction, as Violet, Rogue and John turned in the other direction. Rogue had asked Violet if she wanted to stay in her dorm that night, wanting to talk with her new friend. Violet nodded before reaching her own dorm. She bed John a good night before going with Rogue.

The two girls sat in the room, both on the same bad, Rogue's legs pulled underneath of her, as Violet sat cross-legged in front of her. Rogue couldn't help but smile as the girl washed off the make-up, her natural beauty showing brightly. A thin black eyebrow rose over the silver-violet eyes in a questioning nature at the look Rogue was giving her.

"Why do you wear such dark make-up?" Rogue asked.

Violet smirked, as she shrugged, "I'm not sure. I've worn make-up like that since I could remember."

"So, how did you and John meet?"

"When we were in first grade, way before a mutation manifested. We just…clicked, I guess. We became really close after his mother died. He had rushed over to my house and when I opened the door, I guess he was shocked to say the least."

"Why?"

"When I went to public school, my father had me wear blue contacts. He had never seen me without them before that moment. He promised to keep my secret."

"Wow, so what was John like before he became a mutant?"

Violet grinned, "If I told you he was the one pulling me out of fights, would you believe me?" At Rogue's disbelieving look, Violet continued, "We always fought, constantly. Back when Riyu wasn't a mutant, he was still hassling us. I was always his target and never knew why. Every time Riyu's friends would jump in on the fight, John would have my back."

Violet turned to Rogue, "So what are you dressing up as for the dance?"

"I'm not sure."

A large grin pulled the ruby red lips of Violet, "I have an idea."

Silver-violet eyes snapped open as Violet woke up. The soft breathing of Rogue and the darkness from outside gave Violet the impression the sun had not risen yet. She climbed out of bed and quietly Drifted out onto the roof. Almost instantly, the wind began dancing around her.

'Good morning, Shadow Mistress.'

'Good one…' Violet lit up a cigarette, watching as the silver smoke danced in the night sky.

'Smoking can kill you.'

'Let's hope so.' Violet's eyes stared out at the horizon, a thin line of white light breaking over the barrier.

'Don't talk like that. Anyways, I wanted to warn you.'

'Warn me? About what?'

'I have a feeling something bad will happen.'

'Doesn't it always? Is it Riyu.'

'No. It's worse.'

The wind died and Violet immediately tensed up, her eyes breaking from the pink horizon and up at Logan, who stood behind her. She relaxed, realizing he wasn't there to hurt her. She took another drag of her cigarette and watched from the corner of her eyes as Logan lit up a cigar.

"Marie told me what you did."

Marie? Violet searched before it came to her mind that Rogue was Marie. She forgot that only Logan called her that. Violet nodded, "She deserved control."

"So, you aren't here to hurt anyone?"

Violet shook her head, "No."

"Good. We've had enough trouble."

Violet fell silent, her eyes closing as the wind gently danced around them. Logan threw her a confused look as she laughed softly. She looked up at Logan's glance and barely smirked, "My friend says you're a little too nosy for your own good."

"You talk to the wind?"

Violet stared at the crimson horizon as she flicked her spent cigarette, "You can say that."

Without saying another word, Violet Drifted back to her own dorm room, getting ready for class. She dressed in a pair of simple black jeans and a black zip-up hoodie. Slipping on her black and silver Vision skater shoes, she grabbed her sketchbook and walked out of the room, trying her best to not disturb the sleeping pyromaniac.

She found herself a lonely table and sat down. She ran a hand through her hair before she began sketching her life away. She was halfway done with her sketch when a shadow loomed over her paper. She glanced up to see Kitty standing at her table.

"Move. You're blocking my light."

"Whatever you say, psycho."

"Psycho?" Violet questioned, figuring the girl was at least smart enough to think of a better comeback.

"I understand that Rogue hears voices in her head, but at least she doesn't blame it on something like the wind."

Violet tensed, but the girl continued, "I heard you talking to the Wolvie this morning. Ha! The wind? God, how lame could you be?"

Violet stood up, the palm of her hands flat against the table that was between the girls, "I would watch what you say."

"Yeah. I'm sure the wind talks enough for you."

Violet let out a growl, "I'm warning you, Pryde. If you want to live to see your next birthday, I would shut your face."

"Why don't you have the wind help you?" Kitty let out a laugh, "I'm sorry, but that is the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

John and the others entered the cafeteria only to see Violet throw herself over the table, tackling the girl to the floor, her sketchbook discarded. In a raging fury, Violet threw more white-knuckled punches than she could count. John rushed to grab a hold of the angry girl, pulling her off of Kitty. The brunette used the moment, where John was holding her from behind, to hit the girl in the stomach. As Violet hunched over in pain, the sound of skin-on-skin contact rang through the quiet room as Kitty backhanded Violet.

Kitty turned and walked off, throwing the words, "See ya later, wind freak," over her shoulder. John let go of Violet, the girl falling to her knees. Rogue immediately bent down to the girl's level, but Violet simply stared at the ground, her arms and shoulders shaking out of fury. Rogue reached out to touch Violet, but stopped as the girl surrounded herself by a shadow and disappeared.

Violet appeared on the opposite side of the lake, the Xavier Mansion in her line of view. The wind gently caressed her cheek, a lonely tear broke free from the silver-violet eyes. Violet crumbled to the ground, sobs racking her body as she broke down. The pressure continued to build.

'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

'You have nothing to be sorry for, Vi. What's done had to be done.'

'I should've found a different way.'

'There's no such thing. You and I both know that.'

'I know. I just…I'd be more willing to have taken your place.'

'I know you would. I knew that from the moment we first met.'

Violet's tears slowly died, 'I am a freak, huh?'

'Dear, you leave in a place where a girl walks through walls, your best friend can manipulate fire, there's a girl that can absorb people's psyches and a guy running around with adamantium running through his bones. You are a freak amongst freaks.'

Violet laughed, 'Thank you. I am sorry.'

'There's nothing to be sorry for.'

Violet sighed, the dread the wind had felt earlier that morning suddenly filled her own body. Violet growled and decided to skip school for the day. She sent the Professor a mental head's up before Drifting back to the Desha Manor.