So I'm really starting to get into this story, :P however i rly kinda wish more people would review it. :P so please just take the 5 min to make my day XD anyway i don't own the x-men, and if your slightly confused, this is gonna be a long fic, just sayin. So please enjoy!

Violet 3

A week goes by, and so far I've had 4 lessons from Jim, all ranging from self-defense to putting together a hand gun. He tells me I'm a natural all the time and I just smile at him. My father is extraordinarily proud of me, and my mother is also proud, but also worried of my safety. My father tells her not to worry and that these lessons are keeping me safe.

Also after a week, my leg heals enough for me to walk on it again. Though I'm walking with a limp, it's nice to walk again. Unfortunately what comes with walking again is school, and I have to face the bullies again.

Monday comes and I awake early, like I always do. I don't rush as I turn to face my mirror. You can still see the shadow of scars traced on my face, almost unnoticeable. Only one seems to stand out to me, a thin line running from my right ear just under my eye. First time ever I've wished I had makeup to cover it. The dark circles around my eyes have dimmed, but my green eyes still brightly shine.

I slip on a shirt and jeans, nothing special. I leave my hair messy, but it looks better that way. I rub my hands down my face; I didn't want to face school again. I go through the rest of my daily things and soon I'm standing in front of my school.

"Who the hell are you?" an annoying voice asks me. I know exactly who it is.

"Jennifer, how nice to see you again," I turn to give her the most obvious fake smile.

A look of disgust crosses her face, "Ew, to think I was about to say I actually like your hair. Aren't you supposed to be dead or something?"

I wish I could tear that brown hair right out of her skull, "No, unfortunately for you," not wanting to listen to her anymore I turn to walk away.

"Hey loser, where's that dorky brother of yours?" she asks me.

I slowly turn to her, confused, "Brother? Are you on crack? I don't have a brother."

She gives me a strange look, "Then who's that kid you walk with everyday?"

"What are you talking about? I walk home alone."

"Whatever," she mumbles and walks away. And I'm left confused, but I shrug it off as her mistaking me for someone else.

Suddenly an older man runs into me and I fall to the ground my books falling everywhere, "Ahhh!" I scream in pain as he lands on my leg.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," the man exclaims, picking up my books.

"Should look where you're going," I mumble as I push myself up.

He peers at my face, he looks about late 20's with dark hair and dark eyes, "You're Zero," he states his eyes widening.

"Sorry, what?" I ask confused, again.

"I'm so glad I found you!" he reaches out to me, as if he's going to hug me. I back away with a strange look on my face. A look of sadness goes across his face but is replaced by a grin, "I'm here to give you a message."

I continue to stare at him, "Who are you?"

"No time to explain, but you have a brother. You must find him before its too late!" he tells me. He closes his eyes, almost like he's meditating. He opens them suddenly, "And please, don't die." He grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me closer. I'm about to punch him in the face, but then he kisses me. Straight on, first ever kiss. Then he pushes me away and grabs the doorknob of a door and walks through.

I hear the door slam closed, and I attempt to chase after him. Who was he? I rush to the door and whip it open.

I greeted by two people making out in a broom closet. The girl screams and the boy slams the door on my flabbergasted face.

The day goes on and I'm left to ponder what happened. As I walk home I touch my lips, still in shock from the kiss. The guy had been almost twice my age too! And what he had said, that I had a brother. It made no sense; wouldn't my parents tell me I had a brother? I bit my lip; Jennifer too had mentioned me walking home with someone. It just didn't make sense.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. I just wrote it off as a crazy mutant and Jennifer being a moron.

A month goes by and I've had over 28 lessons. I'm a pretty good shot now, always hitting the target. Also the self-defense is going well and fighting skills have much improved.

I'm out in the park on a bench; just sitting and watching the world go by, my thoughts return to that man. Even though it's been a month, I can't stop thinking of that day. Of course I hadn't told anyone, my parents would be furious. Some strange man kisses me then magically disappears? Sometimes I think I had hallucinated the whole thing.

And this whole business of having a brother, it made no sense. I had searched my house top to bottom, and had found nothing. Even searching my own memories proved fruitless, I was sure he had never existed.

A beeping interrupts my thoughts and I slid my small phone from my pocket. A message stated, "Dinner in half an hour."

I smile, I was starving. The walk home was boring but the sun shone on me, and it was very relaxing.

Suddenly I stop, right in front of my house. It's wrecked. Panic rises to my face, and I only fear for the worse. I'm about to rush right in but something stops me. I realize only an idiot would run in, what if whoever wrecked it was still there?

My hand slips into my bag and slide out one of the pistols that my dad had forced me to carry everywhere. It fits in my hand like it was made for it. I slip through the backdoor and I hear mumbling in my kitchen.

There are 3 here, and none of them are armed. Yet I feel sweat trickle down my forehead, and my knees shake in fear. One of them is slightly greenish and gross looking while another hovers slightly above the ground. Mutants.

I stay hidden as I look up at the sky. What the hell am I supposed to do? There is no possible way I can fight them. Then a scream awakes me from my thoughts. It's my mothers.

I peer around the corner, and am greeted by a horrifying image. My parents are tied up and bloodied as they scream for mercy. I clasp my hand to my mouth to stifle my scream. I slide down the wall I'm hiding behind. I have to save them; I can't just let them die. I grip the gun tighter and I make a decision, I'm going to fucking save them.

The window above my head, I can get through there. I jump up and grab the ledge and pull myself up. I press my fingers to the window panel and hit the specific pressure zones. The sheet of glass popped out into my hand. I carefully lay the sheet on the ground and slide into my parent's room.

I hear ruffling in the closet nearby, a slide to a wall and keep hidden by a dresser. An older teen walked out, about 18. He carried my mother's jewels, he had greasy hair and smirk on his face. He gripped one of her old necklaces, "This shit's not even real." He brought his hand up and the metal melted into a puddle of golden liquid. He let the puddle slide off his hand and onto the ground. I listen to any other movements, I hear none. I slip from my hiding spot.

"Don't move or I'll put a motherfucking bullet in your head."

He looks at me, "I'm a mutant, and you think you can kill me?"

"Well the question is can you melt a bullet before it goes through your skull?"

He laughs, "You're a kid, I don't think you have it in you."

I reach my hand into my bag and grab a familiar tube, "I'm not just a regular kid," I argue.

"So, you're evolved?"

"No I'm human, and you'll do as I say," I spit at him.

"Make me!" he yells and runs at me with his hands targeting my face.

I slip out my other gun from my back, this one with a silencer screwed on. I fire a bullet in his foot.

I place the back of my hand on my mouth, I'm in shock. But realizing quickly I smash the back of my gun into the teen's skull before he can scream.

He falls to the ground unconscious. I'm breathing heavily now, and I feel slightly dazed. I look at his foot, it isn't bleeding that badly and he's still breathing.

I breathe a sigh of relief; I still couldn't believe I had shot someone. Technically he wasn't human, but he looked human. I looked at the gun in my hand; I had been surprised at how much I hadn't felt. I thought shooting someone would've been so much harder and emotionally stressful.

And then suddenly I realized someone else was in the room with me.