Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).
Violet Ashbourne is a gifted human hacker in possession of a radio, a secret device that gains her access to a large underground information network and electronics all over the world. Human and mutant coexistence has always been her goal, but will the betrayal of her mutant mother and father- once partners to her rise to power- distort her beliefs? Will the X-men be able to save her from her own pride and ambition? Or will she sacrifice everything, including the only boy she’s ever trusted, for vengeance?
Logan and Mystique fly the jet smoothly as Kitty, Evan, Toad and I sit behind them, eager to reach this man, Magneto, and his asteroid where he is holding our friends. I can't stop stressing about Violet. She wasn't at the mansion when we left and no one can get a hold of her. What if she gets hurt? What if she's trapped somewhere? Would I be more relieved if she was a mutant? I won't lie- I would be.
The jet's communicator starts to emit static. "What the?" Logan bangs on the controls to shut it off, but it's like something is overriding his commands. "Lo...loga...n?!" A female voice jumps across the frequency. "LLL...Logan! Stop!"
"Is that?" Evan perks up.
"Look down!" The female voice yells again.
We all glance out of the window as Logan tips the aircraft slightly. A figure is waving their arms frantically, standing on a red sports car that looks exactly like Scott's. "This kid is full of surprises," Logan mumbles as he already concludes who it is.
The jet is taken gently to the ground and we all turn towards the hatch to see Violet rushing in and taking a seat. "How'd you get out here?!" Kitty asks as we shake from the jet readying to take off again. "I was..." Violet catches herself mid-sentence, making eye contact with Logan, " I was looking for you."
"WE were looking for YOU." Evan corrects, "You were gone since this morning, we checked the subbasement and Forge said he hadn't seen you since yesterday."
Violet shrinks in her seat, "What does that matter!? We have to find the others, do you know where they are?"
Logan complies with her change of subject, " Magneto has them on an asteroid. He is trying to turn them against us by offering some type of 'evolution' to their powers."
"Magento?" Violet whispers, "He's still alive?"
Logan turns around, "You know him?"
Violet presses her lips together, "I've heard of him." She glances quickly at Mystique's judging eyes and back at Logan.
Logan squints, trying to detect her lie, but he just turns back and flies the jet higher.
Mystique, however, keeps looking at Violet like she wants to tear her apart. My jaw clenches and I shift so Mystique cannot see Violet.
Logan briefs us on what to expect when we arrive, but I can't stop thinking about Violet until I get the nerve to turn around. She is squirming in her seat. I am not sure if it is from the secret she is trying to keep up with or...
"Not a fan of planes?" I ask trying to sedate my curiosity.
She nods, gripping the armrest tightly. I offer my hand to her and she takes it without a second thought, part of me actually believed that she didn't even acknowledge the three fingers.
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We arrive at a clear desert, shrouded in heavy clouds and monstrous sandhills. In the midst of scattered lightning, no doubt created by storm to guide us to their location, a floating asteroid sends fear through my skin. Although I am relieved that my father did not act against the Xmen, I am worried about the others. If I get to close to one of them, they will be as helpless as I am. I've never gone into danger like this, not willingly at least; just thinking about it makes my eyes water. I let go of Kurt's hand so to distance myself from him. He looks at me immediately but does not say a word.
The jet hovers on top of the asteroid, preparing to land when two red beams shoot at us. The plane shakes violently and Logan struggles to pull up as we dive into the building on the asteroid. Everyone's yelling is sporadic until it meshes into unison. I catch a glips out the window and see Scott and his brother Alex grinning proudly, white hair flowing and free of any restrictions. Seeing Scott without his glasses, you can see how content he is but at what cost?
The crash was loud all at once and replaced by muffled voices coming from outside the jet. I groan from the pressure of my weight hoisted by my seatbelt. My neck cracks as I look around at the empty jet, the terminal controls sparking and seats are torn. Mystique is exiting the hatch above me, "They left me?" I mutter and unclasp my seatbelt.
I jump out the hatch, avoiding knots of loose wires and see the Xmen fighting the brotherhood and mystique lunging at Magneto. "Violet!" I hear Jean yell from the clear tubes that were holding her, storm, Xavier, and Rogue. I run to them, dodging the others. I lean over the terminal next to the tubes looking for a way to release them until I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and see Magneto, shock, and disgust behind his helmet, "YOU!"
Mystique jumps out of nowhere and roundhouses him in the chest, giving me a window to continue hacking. The tubes fall quickly and everyone runs in different directions except for Xavier, "there are other students here! Magneto has trapped them in another room, you have to find them!" Xavier grips my hand so that I don't miss a single word he said. I nod, terrified that he meant I had to find them alone. I look back and see Kurt knock out Blob in one teleported move, landing perfectly. I run past him, cut off my Logan and Sabertooth throwing each other around. I am a fish out of water here, watching my distance from each Xmen and from the Brotherhood's attacks. The ground under me throws off my balance, sending me to hit the floor. Lance sends another tremor towards kitty and spike. I stumble back up and hurry through the door, away from the fighting. I come to a hall, lined with steel doors, but which are the students behind?
I open each one, leaving once I couldn't spot anyone.
"Violet!" a student yells once I enter the room filled with trapped kids. I hurry to the terminal next to them, repeating the release process.
"This will be easy." Pietro's voice laughs from behind me, but before I can turn to defend myself I am hurled to the floor. "I don't need my powers to deal with you." he laughs from above me. I look passed my blurry white strands and roll on my back as Pietro tackles me. Struggling to keep his blow from my face I feel my sweat start to mix with my premature tears. "You don't think we remember what you did to us?!" Pietro starts to yell. I glance over at my watch seeing the circuits spark from the cracked glass. Piero's eyes were now enraged and all his natural strength leans on my small body. He spits at me, "I wanted to tear you apart the moment I saw you on that camp, but I'll settle for this."
I saw an opening while he was monologuing and connected the two wires and clicked twice on the silver crown. "AHH!" He yelled as electricity sparked in his face and he toppled over me. I pant, pushing his body away from me. The eyes of the students bring me back to reality and I quickly unlock their tube cages.
All of us run into the main hall, following the rest of the Xmen to the Xjet. We all gather in, waiting for Scott and Alex to make their decision; stay with magneto or the Xmen.
"Here they come!" Jean yells as she reaches out for Scott and Alex. Before they can hop in, the jet collapses with the hanger, everyone holding on to anything they can reach and bracing for impact. Logan pulls up last minute and we watch, powerless, as Scott and Alex fall from the sky. Two beams break through the clouds as they use their powers to land safely alongside the Xjet.
Crumbling boulders sink into the sand around us as the asteroid is sinking lower on our position.
"Ready, bro?" Scott grins and holds Alex's hand. "Ready."
I shield my eyes from the orange and red blast as they shoot the asteroid into dust.
We all exit the jet to find Scott and Alex laughing tiredly, their white hair replaced with their normal locks. They must have overloaded their evolved powers and returned to normal. Jean offers Scott his glasses, "I knew you would do the right thing." she smiled. "Yeah well, the white hair didn't really look good on us." Alex laughs, reaching over to tussle Scott's hair. Alex catches me in his sights, "Definitely looks good on you though." he purrs.
Scott smacks him on the head, "She's too old for you." he scowls.
I laugh half-heartedly and hold my arms close, afraid they will fall off. While everyone is counting their fingers and toes I back away from everyone. I still feel Pietro's rage on me; it brings back all of the guilt.
I did what I had to. Saying that usually makes it go away.
"Violet?" Kurt's soft german voice peels through the anxiety.
Lance's voice catches my attention as he speaks to blob and toad, "Two orbs escaped the asteroid before it exploded. Mystique and Magneto are still out there."
I look up at the night sky, its stars illuminating the clouds.
Magneto is one more enemy I cannot afford right now.
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A couple of weeks have passed since our first encounter with Magneto and I think everyone is still a bit shaken up. Those kids have never been abducted like that, it must have been terrifying. I'm not saying I am immune to shock, not since Moriarty kidnapped me, but I understand the helplessness they feel. I've felt it all my life.
"You're up early." I groan, rubbing the crust from my eyes. Forge hides his jump and stares at me as I walk towards his workbench. "Yeah, I figured I'd work on the Xray configurations a bit more." He chuckles, returning to his work.
I stay at a distance and rub my arms awake, thinking about how harsh I was to him when we first met. "Listen, I appreciate you helping me so much."
Forge stares at me, blinking repeatedly perhaps to make sure he isn't dreaming. "I just figured you didn't want to stick around so much, that's why I've been working more."
"That won't be necessary."
He looks up, shocked at my cool composer.
There is no rush anymore, I now know my parents are against me, Magneto is against me, and Moriarty will most likely try to look for me to finish the job. This is the safest place I can be right now without putting Nisha, Bronco, and the growing population of Sanctuary at risk.
"You can take your time on it, I know you will come up with something. Plus I'd rather not have something blow up in my face due to your oversight. I'm sorry I was so hostile about results. I'm sure you could tell that I'm not very good with people."
"You made it apparent." He grins, standing up straight and took the chance to touch on a more personal question, "Your accent, you're from London?"
"Yes," I lean over his bench noticing he did not mind his powers being disabled. "Have you traveled there before?"
"No, I've always wanted to though. It always seemed so movie-ish to me. The food, people, and sights. A new adventure and someone to fall in love with around every corner."
"Well now, that's the romantic version."
"Now I didn't say that." I begin to reminisce about my home before the radio came into my life. Cracked floorboards that croaked like a giant frog was living in the nearly flooded basement. A single flat with shedding paint and batches of cobweb bushels that replaced our food. My parent's worried voices staining the kitchen table and black coffee rippling in the mugs, echoing their failed job hunts. While most kids played with dolls and tea parties I became homeless, looking for pretty looking rocks to raise my parent's spirits. At age 10 I finally became useful and apprenticed with a fellow homeless man with a skill for hacking, but who eventually was too stoned to hack ATMs himself. After he taught me enough he was replaced by my regretful, crime resorted father who guided me to banks and personal computers in his temporary jobs. I was a natural, stealing money right from people's paychecks. When I think of how humble and guilty my parents USED to be, I don't regret what I did. I think that is when I actually became their tool instead of their child.
"I didn't exactly have an easy childhood," I admit to Forge, "Sightseeing is only enjoyable when you aren't trying to survive while you do it."
"I guess it is different when you actually live somewhere than visiting. Would you go back?"
"When the time is right."
We look at empty spots around the room, trying to come up with a new conversation starter while the window is still open.
"I was curious, the gadgets that you make, are there any for self-defense?"
"Uh, yeah a couple of prototypes."
I scope his workbench, too afraid to admit that Pietro's attack still made me uneasy.
"You can use my workbench to tinker with them if you'd like, I'll be in the Xray room for a while anyway." Forge gathers some tools and heads for the door, "by the way, I know you don't go to school like the others but there is a dance happening soon and I know a couple of people who want to ask you." he winks, "Just a fair warning."
The door shuts behind him. Is it wrong that I hope Kurt is among those people? It would definitely explain the dresses kitty texted me about- all blue ironically. I smile aware that coming to close to Kurt can be dangerous but keeping away from him would drive me insane. If my father used him against me, well, let's just say he won't have to worry about dying in jail once I get my hands on him.
I glance at Forge's workbench and see a damaged, retractable baton thrown to the side. It is more advanced than the ones police forces use, maybe army designed? The metal that makes up the baton is heavy, a pure, silver rod and deadly without a doubt. I wonder if an electrical addition will make it more effective.
