Disclaimer in Chapter one.
Authors note: Hey everyone! Lookie here - 2 chapters in one day - shocking!
I hope that you are all enjoying this, I have to type a couple of more chapters and I will of course keep writing and I'll try my hardest not to leave so long between updates.
Enjoy this chapter - it's the introduction of the Brotherhood, and please feel free to comment on what you like, what you don't and any questions and or suggestions are greatly received ;) xx
CHAPTER 16
Magneto stormed home to his base – it was at one time an abandoned castle, it was now covered in metal and hidden from view by a holograph that Mortimer Toynbee had created.
Magneto stood looking at his castle and he remembered how he and Raven had come across it all those years ago.
Raven ran as fast as she could with Erik, trying not to give in to the pain that seemed to make her woozy, she had to get away, she had no idea if the soldiers from the base were following them or not, but she didn't want to find out either.
"Come on Raven, we must find somewhere safe." Erik said desperately grabbing her hand harder.
Raven knew the fear that chased them, for she had been by Erik's side for nine of the ten years that they were stuck there, she was younger than him only sixteen but he had given her strength to stay alive, and to fight back.
Raven ran, the further that she ran the more free she felt.
The pair ran until all their energy ran out and the pair of them collapsed unable to go on any further.
"Erik look." Raven muttered catching a glimpse of brickwork through the dense woodland.
Raven and Erik had uncovered the huge derelict castle, there were several expensive artefacts that told them that no-one had discovered this ancient castle, and it would be a safe haven for them.
They had made the castle their very own safe haven and home and they had tried to heal and recover from their ordeal, but in doing so they had become bitter and angry – they were strong people and they didn't ever want to be weak again, so they had decided to create a gang of mutants who would take on the labs and the government and protect all of mutant kind from the horrors that they went through, but their first step – would be to get retribution on the people that had hurt them the most.
Raven had left Erik for six months – that in itself nearly killed her because she had become dependent on him, he was the only one who had been there for her since she was sixteen and now she was twenty-five and she hadn't experienced life properly.
Raven had left Erik and she had travelled to Japan where she trained in all deadly martial arts – she returned six months later a stronger and more confident woman, who was ready to take the world on.
Raven had gone to the base where she had endured nine years of torture alone, she had used her mutant powers to transform her into a soldier and she had hacked into the computer system finding out where the man who ran this operation lived, she found out that his name was Lieutenant Grayson.
Raven smiled as she left the base – retribution would be hers.
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Erik smiled wearily, his meeting with Charles had not gone the way that he had intended it too, but he hadn't lost hope he was just glad to find that Charles was alive and his ideals were as strong as ever.
Erik wearily entered his base only to hear shouting coming from the main living room.
He was used to arguments coming from his small team, they were a temperamental group, he poked his head around the wide door and saw Amara going nose to nose with Sabretooth, and it never seemed to bother her that he was a foot and a half taller than her and outweighed her by almost two hundred pounds.
Magneto just rolled his eyes and made his way to his own private quarters he wasn't in the mood to hear what they were bickering about this time.
"I swear to God you hairy piece of crap if you don't mind your own goddamned business I'm gonna take you out – permanently!" Amara growled.
Her boyfriend St. John Allerdyce sat on the sofa watching a bemused smile on his handsome face, he had seen this argument a thousand times and Amara nearly always won.
"One of these days firebug, I'm gonna take you down a peg or two." Sabretooth growled getting in her face.
"I look forward to seeing you try fuzzy." Amara smirked not feeling at all intimidated.
Sabretooth roared and stalked out of the room.
Amara laughed gleefully and sat down on the sofa next to her boyfriend who immediately wrapped his arms around her.
"You know Vic loves you?" John laughed.
"Yeah he loves our arguments." Amara smiled as twisted as it was Amara also enjoyed her arguments with Sabretooth, he was the closest thing to a father that she had.
Amara rested her head on John's shoulder and remembered her journey to the Brotherhood.
Amara had grown up in a small town, she had always been a tomboy but she had also been a good girl who always did what her parents told her to do.
All that had changed when she had hit sixteen however…
She had become a mutant.
She had been in church ironically enough when she started feeling unbearably hot which was odd because it was winter and the old church was freezing cold, but Amara felt as though she was burning up.
She started fanning herself and then screamed when she saw that her hand was on fire.
People had rushed over to her trying to put the flames out, when they realised that the flames weren't actually burning her.
People started screaming, some screamed "Mutant!" whilst the others screamed "Demon!" and Amara had been chased from her own home town by a mob.
Her own parents had turned their back on her and she had been forced to leave with no money, no clothes and no possessions.
Amara had hitch-hiked and made it to a big city whilst there she had stolen all she needed to survive, but then she had gotten into trouble when she had stolen in the wrong part of town, and made herself an enemy of a nasty piece of work called Alex Jambrowski, a drug-dealing coke addict who didn't care about anyone but himself.
Amara had been sleeping rough on the street when she had been picked up by the hair and roughly dragged down the street into a back alley, her tender skin being ripped by the gravel road.
Amara froze, fear taking over her entire body leaving her paralysed, the only thought in her mind being sheer terror over what lay before her, she even forgot that she was a mutant.
Amara felt pain explode through her as fists rained over her fragile body, as stars burst behind her eyes, her survival instincts kicked in, the guy may have been bigger than her, but she wouldn't give in without a fight.
Amara screamed and clawed at her attackers' skin, he cursed harshly and smashed her head on the concrete, pain made her go limp, she hadn't lost consciousness but she had lost all of her energy.
"What the fuck're you doing!" A harsh voice called out.
"Mind your own business buddy and you won't join this bitch." The gruff voice of her attacker rasped.
"How about you back off?" Amara couldn't see the man but he sounded menacing, and for a brief instant she felt hope rise in her, maybe she wouldn't die in this filthy back alley after all.
"You're dead punk!" Her attacker growled.
"Ditto." The voice said, Amara knew that her attacker was strong, and she didn't know how strong the man trying to save her was, she summoned all of her strength to conjure her flames hoping to protect herself in some way.
She felt the comforting fire ripple over her body, but the fire was weak, almost invisible, a small whimper escaped her, her last hope to save herself and it hadn't worked.
She was going to die, and so was the stranger who had been trying to save her.
Flames erupted and Amara's eyes widened in shock, the fire surrounding her body had been pulled off of her and now covered her attacker, he screamed as he was burned alive.
Amara looked over and saw a manic smile flickering in the firelight at any other time that smile would have terrified her, but this was the man that had saved her life, and she felt no fear.
Her attacker let out a low moan and died. Amara still couldn't move, she looked at her hero and saw the look of concern on his handsome face, Amara couldn't hold off her pain any longer and she succumbed to the darkness.
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When Amara came to, she saw that she was in a well lit warehouse.
"Hey sleeping beauty's awake!" A chirpy voice said and Amara saw a cute, cheeky looking blonde guy.
"Alex give her some space yeah?" A pretty green haired, green eyed and green lipped woman said.
"Sorry," Alex said a little bashfully.
"That's ok – can you tell me where I am?" Amara asked tiredly.
"Sure you're at our pad. I'm Lorna." Lorna said she was British.
"How did I get here?" Amara asked, her head was pounding.
"I brought you here." A masculine voice called out, and Amara's eyes snapped to a handsome guy of about nineteen, the guy who had saved her life.
"Come on Alex let's make ourselves scarce." Lorna said softly and Alex and Lorna left the room.
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Broken." Amara claimed and winced as she tried to pull herself upright, he came over and gently helped her up.
"There ya go." He smiled.
"Thank you, for everything." Amara smiled and tears filled her eyes.
"Come on baby, none of that." He said tenderly gently brushing her hair away from her brow.
"I don't even know your name." She said softly.
"It's St, John Allerdyce." He said coyly.
"You're really called Saint John?" Amara asked.
"Yep." He smirked and Amara smiled.
"I'm Amara Aquilla – my daddy was from Nova Roma in Brazil." Amara smiled and he gently took her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled, speaking the truth, Amara was beautiful, she had golden tanned skin, blonde and dark red hair and wide green eyes, she was stunning.
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Amara stayed with St. John, Alex and Lorna at the warehouse, they were all runaways and all mutants, they all got on well enough but Amara noticed a difference in John when he was around the others. He was a bad-boy he didn't really like anyone but Amara, she was the only one he was nice too.
"Amara!" John yelled coming home; everyone came to find out what the yelling was all about.
"Did I call the rest of you? No!" John yelled angrily and the other two quickly vacated the room.
"What's the matter John?" Amara asked in concern.
"I found out why you were attacked – Alex Jambrowski wants you dead." St. John stated.
"Why?" Amara asked shocked, how could she have made an enemy out of the most powerful person in the city?
"You were in his territory" John said.
"Son of a bitch!" Amara snarled.
"Yeah so we take him out." John said his eyes lightened at the prospect of mayhem.
"He's a dead man." Amara agreed.
She knew that she and John were the perfect team, she could create fire, and John could manipulate fire, those assholes wouldn't know what hit them!
Amara was finding it fun being the bad girl; she knew that St. John wouldn't allow any harm to come to her.
She finally felt free.
"Johnny let's take him out." Amara said softly and St. John smiled knowing that she could cope with his lifestyle, she was perfect for him.
"Just you and me baby, let's blow this Popsicle stand, go into hiding and take those assholes out when they least expect it." John smiled.
"Will you look after me Johnny?" Amara asked coyly.
"Always baby." John said and kissed Amara.
Not only was it their first kiss as a couple but it was her first kiss, Amara felt herself melting into him, it was her first kiss but she knew that it would always be the best kiss.
"We'll go tonight when Alex and Lorna go to bed." John smirked.
"I like that idea." Amara smiled softly.
Amara and John ran away that night and went into hiding, slowly Amara's childish crush morphed from infatuation to real true love.
On Amara's eighteenth birthday she and John celebrated by killing the evil Alex Jambrowski, as the couple stood over the burning remains of the gang leader they shared a passionate kiss, a sardonic voice interrupted their twisted romantic interlude.
"You sick little fuckers – I like your style." Amara jumped in shock and John immediately put himself in between the newcomer and his girlfriend.
"Who – or what are you?" John asked.
"Names Viktor Creed, or Sabretooth." The newcomer stepped into the light and Amara gasped, he was huge, he had to have been seven feet tall and built like a wrestler, but he had almost cat-like features, or more appropriately lion-like features.
"So what did the poor bastard do to you?" Vik asked.
"He tried to kill me." Amara said more confidently knowing that no matter the size of their opponent he didn't stand a chance against John and herself.
"Then he deserved to die." Sabretooth said.
"You think?" John said sarcastically.
"I couldn't give less of a shit, murders a game to me, kill who you want." Vik said with an animalistic grin.
"Do stop this inane bullshit" A female voice called out, Amara threw herself closer to John, this suddenly seemed like a trap to her.
"Oh don't be bashful sweets; we're here to give you a great opportunity." The woman walked over, she was a beautiful blonde, and she looked like a supermodel.
"What are you here to offer, my girl a modelling contract?" John asked.
"Hardly, not that she's not beautiful, but we're here to offer you a place in our group. We need people as ruthless as you with us." The woman said.
"What is your group?" Amara asked.
"The Brotherhood of Mutants." The woman said.
Amara and John knew who the BoM were; they had recently been on the news for assassinating the head of the Pro-Mutant Registration Act.
"Johnny I really want to join them." Amara said quietly, they were the epitome of how they wanted to live.
"Me too." John said.
"You got yourself two new members." Amara smirked.
"Good." The woman said and her long blonde hair shortened to a sleek red bob, her blue eyes melted to amber and her peaches and cream complexion turned blue.
"Follow me." She said, Amara and John shared a bemused look and followed her to an awaiting helicopter.
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Amara smiled she had been with the brotherhood for three years, and she was now twenty-one years old.
She was so happy she loved being with the 'hood, loved her boyfriend and Mystique was her best friend, mother figure and mentor all in one, Magneto was a grandfather figure, an inspiration and she got to kill and raise hell, she was living the dream.
Authors Note part 2: Well there we go with my latest fav couple - well after Rogue and Remy of course ;-) Amara and St. John, just so you all know, St. John is the same Pyro from the movies- got to love Aaron Stanford :) and Amara is nothing like any of the Amara's anywhere, sorry if she's grossly OOC but I like her better my way - I'm gonna try and keep the rest of her in character. Please let me know how you feel about this. xx
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