Formed Addiction
Chapter 1 – Back to Bedlam
Eleven months, one week and four days… They've almost made it a year without any trouble surfacing. Almost…
Summer flipped her cell phone close and looked down from the third floor of a regular apartment building in west Sydney. She saw the black BMW come to a stop in front of it and John coming out a minuet later.
The girl tugged her waist-length dark hair into a messy bun and positioned herself on the arm of the big comfy chair. Only seconds later the keys could be heard in the door lock and John entered the picture next moment:
"Sum, I'm home."
"Hey," She said, taking out a cigarette from the purse on her knees.
"What's wrong?" Pyro sensed her mood at once while she was lighting the rolled stick of poison. Her smoking was indication of something being not right.
"Storm just called." The brunette took a drag of the cigarette, holding it between the two fingers, then released a gray smoke.
"What did she say?" John enquired, coming closer and taking a sit in the armchair, her by his side.
Summer looked out of the window for a long moment. How do you tell your pyromaniac boyfriend that his old boss got his powers back? Unfortunately, the young woman didn't know the answer to that question but she knew there shouldn't be any lies between them. Major lies. Once again she felt burning sensation spread through her lungs with another long drag.
"The cure didn't work. Mutants' powers are coming back." She said finally.
John looked up then sighed. He took the cigarette from his girlfriend's hand and put it to his own lips.
"You don't smoke." She announced, slowly sliding on his lap.
"Neither do you." He answered, fogged air coming out of his mouth.
Both of them knew that their life wouldn't be the same after the fateful phone call but desperately wanted to pretend it would. Maybe everyone would just forget about them? Live them alone for good?
"Why did you give her the number anyway?" John asked sarcastically.
Summer chuckled, cloud of smoke in front of her eyes. He put one hand around her waist and another on her knee as he threw away the cigarette.
"What are we gonna do?" She asked what was on his mind, putting her head to rest on his shoulder.
"I don't know." That was true. He didn't know how that was going to affect their life or is it going to at all. John planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "We'll think of something. Right?"
And she did shake her head 'yes'. But did she believe it?
This moment on the other side of the world, in the USA, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, soft cries could be heard from one of the rooms. Logan, Anna and Storm were standing at the door, Storm knocking on it gently time after time.
"Rogue?" She tried.
"Marie, please, open the door…" Logan said, his voice filled with concern.
No answer.
"Rogue, honey, listen to us. Open that door." Anna asked gently.
There was no answer yet again.
"I'll get rid of the door." Wolverine roared, determination piercing the air.
"No!" Ororo and Storm cried in unison.
"You want her out of there not jumping out of the window for her life." The blonde stated, Storm nodding in agreement.
"Ok, so what do you want me to do? It's not your girlfriend who's sitting all alone in the locked up room, freaking out!" He growled and stormed down the hall, hitting a wall in the process.
"God…he's not taking it well…" Anna sighed.
"What else was there to expect? But he has to understand that it's she he should be worry about, he feelings and emotions…"
"But there's a bigger problem on a horizon right now…" The younger woman looked at the African beauty.
"Magneto." They both nodded and sending a last glance at the wooden door started in the direction of the office.
Inside the room decorated in a southern style near the two-poster bed on the floor a young woman was sitting, her hands hugging her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her whole world was crushing down in only couple minuets of an ordinary morning. Morning that seemed to be just like every other…
Rogue slowly stood up, tears falling freely from her eyes, and made her way to the wardrobe. Reluctantly she opened the first drawer but her shoulders kept shaking. Marie looked out of the window for a second like to make sure that everything was ok at least on the outside, then, putting the highlights of her hair behind her ears, took out a pair of silky gloves…
"I'm delighted you decided to rejoin me." Magneto looked up from the game of chess he was playing with himself, something he was doing occasionally those days.
"Me too. Why not?" A dark-haired man in his late twenties – early thirties with sapphire eyes looked at master of magnetism with a smirk pasted on his handsome face.
"Well, I think there are couple things we have to do at first."
"And what is that?"
"I want you to find someone, James." And the King of Black stepped further itself.
"I can guess. One and only Flame Boy?" He smirked.
"Exactly, Mr. Maddox, exactly." Eric nodded.
The sun was setting down but it only made the magnificent building of the Sydney Opera even more beautiful. It almost looked stunning (despite the fact that it was far from John and Summer's apartment) with the sky painted red ahead of it.
Summer stared at the glorious construction with admiration in her eyes. It was there for such a long time and it will stand there when they are gone…
John was lying on the bed, hands behind his head, he heard Summer open the window in the next room. This made his train of thoughts stop for a quick second. What if Magneto was already looking for him? Was he ready to trade what he had in Australia for something he wasn't even sure he wanted anymore.
When he turned the head to see what was going outside he saw it was already dark. A second later Summer showed up in the room. She didn't say anything, just came up to the bed and next moment she was lying on John's chest. He put his hands around her slender form. They didn't have sex that night. They were just comfortable in each other's embrace. Unfortunately, it was too fragile…too fragile…