Authors note: Hey everyone - lookie here another chapter - shocking isn't it? lol. Well I'll be at work every day for a week, so there may be no postings - although I'll try and I'll keep writing in my break when i'm not flirting lol ;)
We're still with the Brotherhood, and my second favourite pairing after ROMY - St.John and Amara! ;) But only my version of Amara - she's more hardcore and less whiny than the evo character.
CHAPTER 17
"I love you Johnny." Amara said snuggling into John's arms.
"I love you too 'Mara." John said seriously, John didn't say things unless he meant it and he loved Amara more than life, she was the only person that he knew that he would gladly die for.
He could remember the dark days when he had nothing to live for, and life to him was just existing.
John was nineteen, but he looked and acted much older, that was due to a tough upbringing, just him and the streets, he'd been orphaned at three, he couldn't even remember his parents. He had lived in a rough orphanage until he was thirteen. At thirteen he had received his mutant abilities to control fire.
He had been sitting in his room with his friend Matt, they had been playing around with matches, when Matt had accidentally torched the curtains and the room went up in flames quickly, John had been frightened and put his arms in front of his face to shield himself from the flames, the fire had quickly died down as if doused with water.
John and Matt had spent the next few weeks experimenting with different fire to try and discover the extent of John's powers, then the unthinkable happened – Matt had been adopted and John was left alone.
John had decided that he was old enough and tough enough to look after himself and he had ran away to start his new life alone on the streets.
Now at nineteen he lived in an abandoned warehouse and had a reputation and an attitude that could make grown men shake in their shoes.
John allowed two street kids to move into the warehouse with him, they were clueless and in love and completely naïve of the way of the streets, John knew that they were the type to return home in a few weeks, and he knew that if they were left on the streets bad things would happen to them, so John had allowed them the refuge of the warehouse, and the protection of his reputation, he was a badass but he wasn't completely heartless.
It was thanks to them that he met his Amara; he had been sick of hearing their flirty banter one night and had decided to hit the streets, going for a night walk often cleared his mind.
He had been out walking when he saw a beautiful kid, she was a couple of years younger than him with red and gold hair, she was kinda scruffy and sleeping rough in a doorway but that only added to her appeal.
He was about to go over to her, wake her up and offer her a place at his warehouse when he was beaten to the punch by a notorious crack dealer, the guy was disgusting a real slime ball and John watched wondering what he was up to.
The crack addict grabbed the sleeping girl roughly by her gorgeous hair and dragged her roughly across the ground, John winced at the sound of flesh being scraped along the gravel and thought that he should definitely stop this, every instinct in his body was telling him to save the girl, and he was a kid that used his instincts to survive.
He held back for just a moment however in case there were other attackers lurking.
John stealthily made his way over to the entrance of the alleyway, just in time to see the crack head slam the girl's head on the concrete and he knew he had to take action immediately.
He flicked his trusty lighter open and felt his stomach clench when it didn't catch and light.
So he decided to talk and buy himself and the bruised and bloody girl some time – at least until his damn lighter started to work again.
"What the fuck're you doing?" He shouted harshly and saw the guy glance up, he also saw the crazed look in his eyes, he was definitely high and that made him all the more dangerous.
John kept talking hoping to keep the crazed man's attention from the dazed, fragile young woman – and flicking his lighter open, panicking when it steadily refused to ignite.
John quickly racked his brains, wondering what his next course of action should be, he was a good fighter and confident that he could take the guy, but there was a very strong chance that the girl could get hurt in the process.
Whilst John was mulling this over his hands started tingling, his eyes shot towards the girl and he saw a very faint wall of fire surrounding the girl, he smirked and pulled the fire off of her and into his hands, allowing the weak flames to grow in size and intensity, when the fire was hot enough he shot it from his hands to cover the coke heads body, his alcohol soaked clothes ignited, causing the fire to spread quickly.
John watched as the man burned, and then he shot his eyes to the beautiful girl, her amber eyes faded into a beautiful emerald green and then the eyes were closed as she passed out.
John ignored the still smouldering dead man and quickly made his way to her side, cradling her body and lifting her, quickly making his way to his warehouse, hoping that others wouldn't follow them.
John settled her onto the comfiest mattress he owned, the majority of the possessions in the warehouse had been stolen. John settled her down and stroked her long red and gold hair off of her face, frowning when he saw bruises already starting to mar her perfect golden skin.
John felt anger well up inside him, he was usually the person that kept a cool head, he kept his distance from people, he was the indifferent one, but this small slip of a woman made him feel alive, and he knew that he had to look out for her.
John had gone out to get some more supplies – he really hadn't wanted to, he wanted to keep by his beautiful girls' side and he was in two minds about what to do he wanted to stay and protect his girl but they desperately needed food and drink, and more first aid supplies, and Alex wasn't sly enough to steal all of the stuff that they needed without being caught. Lorna was sly but too honest, John knew that, that would change; hunger and desperation usually got rid of the conscience.
So John reluctant to leave his girl in the care of the two urchins, had decided to threaten them and made the quickest 'shopping trip' of his life.
When John had returned the girl had regained consciousness which he was pleased about, although frustrated that he hadn't been by her side.
John had quickly told the urchins to beat it and made his way to her side, he saw the pain in her eyes as she tried to sit up. So he had gently helped pull her into a sitting position.
He saw the tears in her eyes and wiped them tenderly, he couldn't remember a time when he had treated a woman tenderly, there had been other girls that had thrown themselves at him, and he had, had his fun with them, but he had never cared for them, not a single one of them.
When she smiled up at him and leaned into his touch, he felt that he had finally found someone that would accept him for exactly what he was. He was a bad boy with a bad attitude, but now he felt as if the misfit had found his perfect partner.
John came out of his memories and smiled hugging Amara closer to him, breathing in her unique scent.
He liked being in the brotherhood, it was a team but he didn't have to conform which was always good, but he mainly did it for Amara, the only light in his perpetually dark life.
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"How do you think it went with Magneto and his old friend?" Amara asked.
"Not good. But with him who knows? He's not exactly Mr. Open is he?" John said disdainfully.
"I don't really care to be honest, so long as that do-gooder bunch of misfits don't get in our way or fuck with our plans." Amara said heatedly.
John smiled widely and bit down gently on his girlfriends' neck.
"Feeling feisty baby?" He asked playfully.
"Always honey, you know me – I'm a bad girl." Amara said teasingly and growled playfully.
"Bad to the bone – two of a kind, live fast die young – the new Bonnie and Clyde." John said his eyes burning intensely.
"Screw them baby, we're more like Mallory and Mickey – Natural Born Killers." Amara grinned and allowed her hair to alight she smiled when John's eyes lit up and he played with her flaming hair.
"I love you fire-girl." John said seriously.
"I love you too fire-boy." Amara said tenderly and the psychotic, yet hopelessly romantic pair, adjourned to their room for the night.
Authors Note Part 2.
Well there you go guys, another chapter finished - I hope that you liked it - I have a certain affinity to the Brotherhood, I've always been partial to a bad boy lol. Well as you've probably all distinguised my favourite pairing at the 'Hood will be John and Amara, and we will be back with the X-men soon and everyone's seemingly favourite pairing may be making an apparance soon... ;)
Thanks goes to MagCat Thanks for the kind words, hope you're enjoying, I promise things to come you'll like. :)
MusaGirl15 and Lange-Sans-Ailes You guys both rock so hard - if I was any good at virtual cooking I'd offer you cookies. ;-) xx