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Bring Me to Life
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Category:
X-men Comics › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,159
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Bring Me to Life
Disclaimer: I own not the denizens of the Marvel Universe. Those belong to the god known as Stan Lee.
Olivia (Liv) Bettencourt is of my own creation.
Archive: Here at AdultFanfiction.net, and if you want it just ask.
Feedback: Yes please. I get cranky without feedback. ma_petite7263@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: I realize I'm taking great liberties with Warren Worthington's past even though I've tried to stick as close to his past as possible. Hopefully, you'll think it works out.
Dedication: Again to my love, Carl.
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Bring Me to Life
by
mapetite7263
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Olivia Bennett sat hunched at the table by herself, picking at her food while she watched the other students coming and going from the dining hall. She always sat alone, grateful that there weren't so many students that she needed to sit with other people.
A gentle tap on her shoulder made her jump, but she made no noise as she looked up to see Scott Summers dingding there.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the seatoss oss from her.
"Not at all," Liv replied softly, her eyes going back to her food.
He hesitated for a moment, not sure if she really wanted company. She'd been like this for the past seven months, ever since she'd come to Xavier's, quiet and brooding. He knew her past, how shebeenbeen abused by her stepfather and killed the man, then ran away and lived on the streets until Xavier found her and sent Scott and Ororo to ask her to come to the school. She was 20 now, a far fro from the scared 16 year old who had left home with no place to go.
When she didn't look as though she were going to bolt, he sat down and smiled at her. "Can I ask you something?"
She raised snow-white eyes to him, always a disconcerting sight. "Go ahead."
Scott studied her for a moment before asking. "When you look at people, what do you see?"
Liv frowned. "You mean with my prophecy?"
"No, physically, what do see see? I remember you told me that yore bre blind, but could still see."
She paled a bit, an amazing feat for someone with such fair skin. "I see colors, lights, around people. I had a psychic once tell me that I see peoples' auras, for lack of a better term. And I can see heat, and tell the difference between a living object and something that isn't alive." Liv shrugged, watching him. "Why do you ask?"
"Because all I ever see behind these glasses is red. Everything is a shade of red, from one end of the spectrum to the other. Gets kind of monotonous some-times, y'know?" He was surprised to see a smile twitch at the corners of her full, red lips.
"Yeah, it gets old sometimes." She put her hands in her lap, twisting them together as she got her courage together. "Can I ask you something?"
Scott nodded. "Any time, Liv."
"Do you remember what color your eyes were?"
He looked a bit taken aback; he hadn't expected her to ask that. "Blue. They wblueblue."
"Violet."
"Hmmm?" he asked, mind half on the conversation and half in the past.
"My eyes, they were violet." The smile that had been trying to sneak out finally lit on her mouth, a brief flash of teeth.
"You should smile more often, Liv."
The expression of happiness immediately disappeared. "I need to get going," she mumbled, gathering up her tray and leaving before Scott could even protest.
It was cold out in the garden, December just beginning. Liv pulled her sunglasses from where they'd been hooked in her back pocket and slid them on, not noticing the change from light to dark that a person with normal eyes would experience. The sun was hidden behind gray clouds, but even so shadows marked where benches and statues stood. With her peculiar sense of sight, all she saw was whiteness where the non-living things were.
She found a bench and sat down, pulling off a glove to touch the stone. With her bare hand she could feel it but also see it, the granite in hues of pink and gray and black, the flowers carved into the edges and legs. She'd only recently gained this ability, the power to touch things and see them. It was such a relief to finally be able to see things normally again, but with the power came a price.
When Liv touched living things, she saw more than just their aura now. She saw their pasts, their futures, all things they'd done and would do. She saw all the bad things, all the good things, everything they'd hidden away because it was too painful to deal with or whatever. Liv saw it all, and more.
She took a deep breath of the icy air, feeling it burn down her throat like icicles tearing into the soft flesh. For someone who didn't feel a lot, the sensation was incredible.
Suddenly there was a sound like a bird flapping its wings, followed by a male voice shouting, "Look out!" Liv looked towards the source of the noise and dove to the side, narrowly escaping a fate of being crushed against the stone bench she'd been on mere moments ago.
Liv got to her knees and looked back, seeing a crumpled human sprawled out on the bench. She scooted closer, reaching out to touch him with her gloved hand. "You okay?"
The figure nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. You new here? I haven't seen you around."
"No, I've been here about seven months." She bit her lip apprehensively. "I don’t get around much." Even without touching him, she knew that he was looking her over.
"Yeah, now that I think about it you look kinda familiar. The only other person around here who dresses Goth is Roguey." He stuck out a hand. "I'm Warren Worthington III, better known as Angel to some around here."
Liv accepted the hand after putting her glove back on. "Liv Bennett. One of the kids gave me the nickname Oracle."
Warren cocked his head to the side. "Oracle? Like you can see the future and stuff?"
She nodded. "Yeah, when I look at people or touch them." She felt herself growing nervous and stepped back. "Um, I should get going. I just came out here to get some air."
"I could walk you back inside," Warren offered, reaching for her until he saw the way she flinched away from his touch. "Or maybe another time. Nice to meet you, Liv." He watched her walk away without an answer, intrigued by this girl like no one else before had been able to grab his interest.
Olivia (Liv) Bettencourt is of my own creation.
Archive: Here at AdultFanfiction.net, and if you want it just ask.
Feedback: Yes please. I get cranky without feedback. ma_petite7263@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: I realize I'm taking great liberties with Warren Worthington's past even though I've tried to stick as close to his past as possible. Hopefully, you'll think it works out.
Dedication: Again to my love, Carl.
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Bring Me to Life
by
mapetite7263
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Olivia Bennett sat hunched at the table by herself, picking at her food while she watched the other students coming and going from the dining hall. She always sat alone, grateful that there weren't so many students that she needed to sit with other people.
A gentle tap on her shoulder made her jump, but she made no noise as she looked up to see Scott Summers dingding there.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the seatoss oss from her.
"Not at all," Liv replied softly, her eyes going back to her food.
He hesitated for a moment, not sure if she really wanted company. She'd been like this for the past seven months, ever since she'd come to Xavier's, quiet and brooding. He knew her past, how shebeenbeen abused by her stepfather and killed the man, then ran away and lived on the streets until Xavier found her and sent Scott and Ororo to ask her to come to the school. She was 20 now, a far fro from the scared 16 year old who had left home with no place to go.
When she didn't look as though she were going to bolt, he sat down and smiled at her. "Can I ask you something?"
She raised snow-white eyes to him, always a disconcerting sight. "Go ahead."
Scott studied her for a moment before asking. "When you look at people, what do you see?"
Liv frowned. "You mean with my prophecy?"
"No, physically, what do see see? I remember you told me that yore bre blind, but could still see."
She paled a bit, an amazing feat for someone with such fair skin. "I see colors, lights, around people. I had a psychic once tell me that I see peoples' auras, for lack of a better term. And I can see heat, and tell the difference between a living object and something that isn't alive." Liv shrugged, watching him. "Why do you ask?"
"Because all I ever see behind these glasses is red. Everything is a shade of red, from one end of the spectrum to the other. Gets kind of monotonous some-times, y'know?" He was surprised to see a smile twitch at the corners of her full, red lips.
"Yeah, it gets old sometimes." She put her hands in her lap, twisting them together as she got her courage together. "Can I ask you something?"
Scott nodded. "Any time, Liv."
"Do you remember what color your eyes were?"
He looked a bit taken aback; he hadn't expected her to ask that. "Blue. They wblueblue."
"Violet."
"Hmmm?" he asked, mind half on the conversation and half in the past.
"My eyes, they were violet." The smile that had been trying to sneak out finally lit on her mouth, a brief flash of teeth.
"You should smile more often, Liv."
The expression of happiness immediately disappeared. "I need to get going," she mumbled, gathering up her tray and leaving before Scott could even protest.
It was cold out in the garden, December just beginning. Liv pulled her sunglasses from where they'd been hooked in her back pocket and slid them on, not noticing the change from light to dark that a person with normal eyes would experience. The sun was hidden behind gray clouds, but even so shadows marked where benches and statues stood. With her peculiar sense of sight, all she saw was whiteness where the non-living things were.
She found a bench and sat down, pulling off a glove to touch the stone. With her bare hand she could feel it but also see it, the granite in hues of pink and gray and black, the flowers carved into the edges and legs. She'd only recently gained this ability, the power to touch things and see them. It was such a relief to finally be able to see things normally again, but with the power came a price.
When Liv touched living things, she saw more than just their aura now. She saw their pasts, their futures, all things they'd done and would do. She saw all the bad things, all the good things, everything they'd hidden away because it was too painful to deal with or whatever. Liv saw it all, and more.
She took a deep breath of the icy air, feeling it burn down her throat like icicles tearing into the soft flesh. For someone who didn't feel a lot, the sensation was incredible.
Suddenly there was a sound like a bird flapping its wings, followed by a male voice shouting, "Look out!" Liv looked towards the source of the noise and dove to the side, narrowly escaping a fate of being crushed against the stone bench she'd been on mere moments ago.
Liv got to her knees and looked back, seeing a crumpled human sprawled out on the bench. She scooted closer, reaching out to touch him with her gloved hand. "You okay?"
The figure nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. You new here? I haven't seen you around."
"No, I've been here about seven months." She bit her lip apprehensively. "I don’t get around much." Even without touching him, she knew that he was looking her over.
"Yeah, now that I think about it you look kinda familiar. The only other person around here who dresses Goth is Roguey." He stuck out a hand. "I'm Warren Worthington III, better known as Angel to some around here."
Liv accepted the hand after putting her glove back on. "Liv Bennett. One of the kids gave me the nickname Oracle."
Warren cocked his head to the side. "Oracle? Like you can see the future and stuff?"
She nodded. "Yeah, when I look at people or touch them." She felt herself growing nervous and stepped back. "Um, I should get going. I just came out here to get some air."
"I could walk you back inside," Warren offered, reaching for her until he saw the way she flinched away from his touch. "Or maybe another time. Nice to meet you, Liv." He watched her walk away without an answer, intrigued by this girl like no one else before had been able to grab his interest.