Disclaimer: I own nothing besides Raven and my own twisted mind ;)
Big sorry to all you who are reading my story Another Runaway, but I got kidnapped by these plot bunnies, and they forced me to write the beginning to this story.
"My brother asked you a simple question," Raven watched, mildly amused, as two assholes tried to get a light from some guy with a Zippo sitting at a table with a couple of his friends, "Can I have a light?"
Zippo guy pretended to consider, flipping open his lighter and staring at the flame, "Sorry," He quipped, flicking the lighter shut, "Can't help you."
"Why ya being such a dick?" the first one asked
"Yah, why you being suck a dick?" the other added from behind. Zippo guy chuckled and for a second she could see his reflection in the window he sat next to. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It was the fucking fire-bug, Pyro. Damn, last time she'd seen that bastard they were parting ways in Houston.
"Because I ca-" Zippo guy started but Raven interrupted him, slinging an arm over each of the annoying boy's shoulders and turning them around.
"I suggest you two fuck off," she smiled coldly allowing them to glimpse a mouthful of fangs, "I have an old friend to catch up with." Ha, that trick always worked. They both scampered back like mice from a cat.
"Fucking freak," she heard one of them mutter as they ran away. She just chuckled, then turned to face the table.
"What was that," the blond said, "Why did you do that? We had it-""Fuck off prep," she growled softly, "Just wanted to talk to Pyro for a sec."
"Wait, who are you?" Pyro asked, "How do I…"
"Damn, doncha remember Dallas?" Raven chuckled again, "That was one fucking wild town."
"Shit, Raves, that you?" he swore, finally recognizing her, "Fuck girl, it's been years!"
"Raven in the flesh and fang," she smirked, then leaned over to hug him, "You ever find that school?"
"John," a quiet southern voice called, drawing Raven's attention to the gloved girl, "Ah think ya'll should introduce us."
"Oh, sorry," he grinned ashamedly, "Raven, these are Bobby and Rogue. Their from that school, which is actually pretty nice. Bobby and Rogue, this is Raven. We met up in Dallas for a couple a months a few years ago."
"Nice ta meet ya," Rogue smiled, "So how did you and John meet?"
"Me and who?" Raven replied, then she got a knowing look in her eyes, "Fire-bug's name is John, aint it?"
"Uh, yah," Bobby said slowly, like he was talking to a baby, "How could you know him for 'a couple a months' and not know his name?"
"Bobby," John sighed, "name can be dangerous when your on the streets. I don't even know hers."
"So, you found the school?" Raven quickly changed the subject, "They got room for one more?"
"Yes, child, we do," said a new voice from behind her. She turned to see a woman with mocha skin and white hair approaching, "I assume you're a mutant?"
"What's it to you?" she snarled quickly, standing up and falling into a fighting stance.
"Hey! Raven, cool it!" John interrupted, standing and placing a hand on the girls shoulder, "This is one of my teachers, Storm."
"Sorry," she said sarcastically, but lessened her stance anyway, "I guess I'm a little touchy bout the whole mutant thing. Seeing as we were only run out of Dallas by FoH, Pyro."
"Bobby, John, Rogue," Storm said, "We're going to need to leave. Your friend can come with us."
"Why?" Bobby asked, "The trip was suppose to be for another two hours."
"Because of the TV dipshit," Raven snarled, nodding towards the screen playing a segment on an assassination attempt on the president by mutants. "Pyro, I'm coming with you. I'd be so totally screwed on outside tonight."
"Come on, lets move," Storm said, hustling them towards the doors. Damn, a good day for her. She found a place to sleep and an old friend at the same time. Things were looking up. All she knew for sure is that it wouldn't last for long, and that soon the world would come crashing down around her ears. She just didn't know how soon it would be.