Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my bitch of an OC.
A/N: T for swearing (and for my OC cuz i have no control of what she does).
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice." -Robert Frost
It even looks like a rich kid school." I grumbled. "Stop complaining." Bobby sighed. I turned to him with a shocked expression. "I never thought I'd see the day you stopped acting like a-" "Shut up, we're here." Bobby said cutting off my sentence. There was a lady with white hair standing outside the front door waiting for us. It was pretty on her, but not as pretty as my dyed flame-like locks were on me. Her smile became forced when she saw my outfit, or particularly my belly shirt with the hand I drew on it flipping the bird.
"Welcome. Robert and Madeline Drake, I assume?" she said warmly after Bobby came to stand next to me with our luggage. "So this is a gifted school?" I asked disbelieving. "Please behave." Bobby warned. "Would you like to see how gifted?" she asked warmly. I shrugged. "Nah, I think I'll just go home to public school." I told her. Bobby elbowed me sharply and a blast of frozen air took my breath away momentarily. I glared at him and he mouthed the word 'behave'.
I pouted and turned to face the white haired lady. She clapped her hands together with a smile. "Right, any questions before we begin?" she asked kindly. "Yeah, what's your school's political view of mutants?" I asked bluntly. Bobby groaned. "If they kick you out I'm not following you back home." he warned. That one bluff was enough to scare me into behaving, but I didn't let it show.
"Why don't you come in?" she asked us. Bobby struggled up the steps with all our bags. "Wimp." I teased as I took two bags and carried them with ease. "Thanks." Bobby replied honestly. I shrugged off his thanks and followed the white haired lady. "Do you have a name?" I asked her. "Yes, but I prefer to go by Storm." she replied. I nodded. "I go by Mads, he goes by Bobby." I told her. She nodded distractedly as we walked through several hallways.
We entered what looked like a game room. "John, come here." Storm called. A boy my age closed his lighter and stood up. "Burn down your room again John?" one boy mocked. "Maybe I burnt yours." John replied with a smirk. "Come here." Storm repeated. He did, and Storm turned back to us. "Bobby this is John, he'll show you the boys dorm." she explained. "No," I objected causing three pairs of eye to turn to me, "Bobby will room with me."
John flicked his lighter open. "Worried about what I'll do to him?" John asked. He looked like a nice guy, but the look in his eye gave off a dangerous vibe. "There's a strict policy here about sleeping areas." Storm tried to reason. I turned to Bobby with a pleading look. He nodded. "I think Mads is right, it wouldn't be a good idea to split us up." Bobby tried to explain. "Well, why do we try it for one night?" Storm asked.
Bobby nodded reluctantly and I felt myself begin to panic. "Its only one night." he assured me. I gulped. All the moisture it the air seemed to evaporate and my throat had started to burn. "Will you give us a minute?" Bobby asked the two onlookers calmly. Storm nodded and walked across the room with John. Bobby dropped his bags and put his hands on either side of my face. Normal people's skin, like Mom, Dad and Ronny, has always felt cooler then it should be, but Bobby's skin feels like a bucket of ice.
I didn't mind, because his icy skin is the only thing I've found that can control my mutation. Bobby picked up his bags and went to see John. Storm came over to me and guided me to my room. "You'll sleep here tonight, but by tomorrow night they'll have a bed set up in the girls dorms for you." she explained. I nodded distractedly as I took note of the wooden bed frame and end tables. "We already have your mattress, but there was just a misunderstanding of the frame size." she continued.
"Is it metal or wood?" I asked. "I don't understand." she replied with a smile. "The bed frame, is it metal?" I elaborated. "Yes." she answered before looking at her watch. "It's after nine, why don't you go ahead to bed? You'll have a full day of classes tomorrow." Storm told me before leaving. As soon as she closed the door, I stripped the bed of all the bedding and replaced it with my new flame resistant sleeping bag. "I hope it'll be enough." I whispered to myself.
I woke up with a start at the sound of a fire alarm and saw the flames dancing above my head. I sat up and realized that the headboard had caught on fire. The flames stretched so high they licked the ceiling. I know I should've ran, or at least screamed, but I didn't. I tried to control what I'd done in my sleep. But the problem with my mutation is that I can't control the fire I make.
There were footsteps pounding down the hall, and I tried desperately to pull the fire back inside me with very little success. The door burst open and Bobby rushed past me and froze the flames. The unbalanced sculpture quickly fell over and shattered. "I'm sorry," I cried, "I didn't mean too." Bobby hugged me and patted my hair. "I know Mads. Its fine, no one got hurt." Bobby assured.
I opened my eyes and saw John standing by the door. He was frowned before running off down the hall. "I'm sorry Bobby." I cried as I clung to my twin brother. John ran back into the room followed by Storm and a red headed woman. By lunchtime everyone in the school knew about the fire I caused. John sat down next to me at the lunch table. I'd told Bobby to go try to make friends, so I'd been sitting by myself. He was smiling at me.
"Hi." I greeted warily. He flicked his lighter open and continued to smile. "It's John, right?" I asked calmly. He took the small flame and pulled it into his palm. "You try." he said. I shook my head. "No. I can't control it." I refused. To my surprise John laughed. "You can't tell fire what to do." he explained. I frowned in confusion as I looked at the proof in his hand that you can to tell fire what to do. "You have to ask it." he whispered as he took my hand and held it next close to the flame in his other hand.
"Ask it to come to you." he commanded. I thought about it and figured it would hurt to do as I was told for once. So I asked it, and it came. I started jumping around in excitement. "I did it!" I told John though he'd seen me do it. John pulled the flame back to his hand causing me to pout. "That was mine." I pouted. "No it wasn't. I just let you borrow it." John explained.
I ask the flame to come back to me. When it did I smiled at John. "But it likes me better." I reasoned. John frowned and clicked his lighter open again, taking the flame from it instead of fighting me for the flame I took from him. He held out his flame flame kissed hand. "The name's John, but I prefer Pyro." Pyro told me. I took the flames from his hand and added it to the flame in my hand. John closed his fight and the flame went out. "What your name?" he asked. "Mads." I replied.
-2 years later-
"This mutant registration thing is bullshit." Pyro spat. I nodded. "The fact that they think any sane mutant will register willingly is bullshit." I agreed. "They're just scared of us." Bobby reasoned. I shook my head at my twin's trusting heart. "They have every right to be." he continued. I snorted in disapproval at the on coming lecture both Pyro and I knew he was about to give. "I'm out of here." Pyro grumbled as he stood and left.
I frown at Bobby for making my only friend leave. "I'm serious Mads. The only mutants that have shown what they can do did so in a violent manner. The human population is basing their fear and resentment off of those few mutants because no 'sane' mutant is forthcoming with their abilities because we fear the human's hostility. Mads, it's a cycle that needs to stop." Bobby lectured me.
"You done?" I asked. Bobby opened his mouth to continue, but I stood up and patted his head. "You should learn to be less boring." I told him as I walked away. I found Pyro in the kitchen eating grapes, but the face he was making made it clear that they were to sour. I pulled out a Ginger-Ale from the fridge and sat next to him. "Why do I put up with Bobby?" he asked me. "Because he puts up with you." I replied simply. He nodded in consideration. "And because you love me." I added jokingly.
Pyro's face took on a look of disgust. "I don't love you." he insisted. I gave him a look of mock seriousness. "Of course not." I replied in mock agreement. He took out his lighter and flicked it open. The color of the flame responded to my mood by changing to a pinkish-red color. "I mean it." he pushed. "Fine, I believe you." I lied with a smirk. Peter walked into the kitchen followed by Kitty. The prefect change in subject. "Hey Tin-Man." I greeted. "It's Colossus." he corrected. I shrugged. "Tin-Man is more accurate," I explained, "I mean, isn't Colossus is statue made of stone, not metal?" I told him.
"Stop being such a bitch." Kitty mumbled from behind Peter. "I will when you say that to my face pussy-cat." I dared her. She responded by ducking farther behind Peter. "Thought so." I smirked. "Be careful Kitty," Pyro warned, "you've heard what happens when people play with fire." "Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you." Peter assured. I smirked at him. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, here kitty, kitty." I taunted. Pyro laughed.
I'm not sure why Kitty is so afraid of the two of us. Sure rumors get spread, but they're still only rumors, or at least exaggerations. I mean, seriously, does she really think I burned down a whole section of the school in a tantrum my first night? Or that Pyro lit a classroom on fire because he didn't like the homework? I mean come on, the worst he's done to a classroom is accidentally set the sprinklers off and in my sleep on my first night I ruined a bed frame and scorched the ceiling a little. Though I gotta admit, taunting Kitty is so damn amusing.
A layer of metal slid over Peter's body in warning. Pyro flicked his lighter open before quickly closing it. "Come on Mads, it's to crowded in here." Pyro said as he got up. I didn't feel like backing down, but I knew Pyro was looking out for me so I nodded and I stood to follow him. "I wonder if his metal body would melt." I mussed quietly to Pyro out in the hallway. "Don't let your brother here that; you know he likes Tin-Man." Pyro cautioned. I smirked. "I'm still convinced they have a bromance going on." I admitted.
Pyro smirked. "And I'm still convinced skittles come from rainbows." he mocked. I rolled my eyes and elbowed him. He elbowed me back so I shot a palm sized fire ball at him. If he hadn't caught it the worst it would've done was give him a slight sun burn, but to my surprise he caught it. "Not the outfit!" I begged. I was wearing a short sleeveless lacy white dress and strategically ripped opaque black tights with a fitted black business coat that I'd cut the sleeves off of. And because I was lazy this morning the outfit was paired with loosely braided hair and my new-ish white high-tops which have become my painting shoes since I managed to splatter them last week.
Pyro smirked and put the ball of fire up to his mouth before giving an exaggerate swallow. I rolled my eyes at his fire eating trick. Only the little kids were fooled by it. Pyro smiled. "It's almost curfew." he told me as he turned and walked away. "I'll walk you to your room." he added from halfway down the hall. "Well I'm walking this way." I told him as I turned and headed in the opposite direction. I heard Pyro cuss before catching up to me.
When we got there Pyro flicked open his lighter and I quickly begged the fire not to let him see how I felt. Pyro chuckled when he realized the flame's color wasn't being affected by my mood. "Keeping secrets?" he teased. "Only from you." I quipped. "Where's Bobby?" Pyro asked. I shrugged. "Wasn't my turn to watch him." Pyro nodded distractedly before leaning in and giving me a peck on the lips. His lips felt warm to me. I smiled at him. "I told you you love me." I teased.
"I don't." Pyro replied automatically. "Your lips say otherwise." I replied with smirk. "Maybe you just misheard." he countered. "Maybe, maybe not." I settled as I leaned up to him. "Only one way to be sure." I whispered against his lips. Pyro gave me another peck on the lips. "Chicken." I laughed. I'd seen Pyro publicly kissing many of his previous girlfriends. I knew he was capable of more then chicken pecks. As Pyro leaned in again Bobby opened the door to our room. Without giving even a hello to Bobby. Pyro smirked and walked away. "Don't you dare skip class tomorrow!" I called after him. Pyro waved his hand dismissively at me and I smiled knowing he wouldn't be skipping.
"What was that about?" Bobby asked suspiciously. "Nothing." I replied innocently before ducking past him into our room. I plopped down on my bed only to realize I'd left my scissors on the bed last night. Oops, glad that didn't backfire. "So, I ran into your boyfriend earlier." I informed Bobby as he kicked a clear path from the door to his bed. Their was no doubt that I was the messy one. My mess covered basically the entire floor. "For the millionth time I'm not gay." Bobby snapped in annoyance. "I've only said it a million times?" I asked sarcastically. Bobby rolled his eyes as he laid down on his bed.
I rolled over on my back so I was looked at him upside down. "Seriously though, when are you gonna come out of the closet and go shopping with me?" I asked. "Don't make me freeze your half of the room again." Bobby warned. I pouted. It took me half the night to thaw myself and my half of the room out of the last solid ice block; it took the rest of the night to get it all dry again.
I thought about throwing a fire ball at him, but my control range for fire balls is less then ten feet and he was at least ten if not fifteen feet away. So I rolled over and turned on my CD-player on. P!nk blasted through my speakers. I laughed as Bobby covered his ears with his pillow. He really hated my taste in music. I noticed he was already in his pajamas, classic boxers and undershirt, so I went to 'our' closet to change. My clothes hung from both sides and were also piled above and below the racks.
Bobby's turtlenecks hung in a small space in the back of the walk in closet and the rest of his clothes lived in his dresser. I pulled a tank-top from on of the shelves under the rack and put it on along with an old pair of paint covered sweatpants. The tank-top was a failed experiment. I'd tried to spray paint a rainbow smiley face, but the stencil I was using moved so now it just looks like a rainbow's throw up. I heard my music stop and left the walk in closet to see that Bobby had unplugged my speakers. I decided to let him think I was going to let it slide by ignoring him and going straight to bed.
A/N: I hope you liked it!