Author's note: Ok so this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic and I'm really not that confident about it! I only have this first chapter written and have no clue as to where this story's going. I just have a few undeveloped ideas so any suggestions or ideas as to where you'd like to see this go would be seriously considered. I'm literally relying entirely on reviews to continue this story so if you think it could have potential please let me know!
Okay, so this is set about a year and a half after apocalypse.
So without further delay I present to you my lame attempt at a first chapter:
The Grey Area
Chapter 1: Sick and Tired
Saying that it was hot would be a severe understatement.
In fact, saying that it was an unbearably scorching hot day that would resemble what you imagine the temperature of a sauna on the Sun would be, is a more accurate description, and yet, still an understatement.
Every house experiencing this weather was bound to be abundant with crazy antics and hilarious shenanigans as everyone took advantage of the fabulous heat.
None of these houses, however, compared to a certain mansion packed to the brim with teenage mutants.
The Xavier Institute for higher learning was buzzing with screaming, laughter and just plain sounds of joy.
She hated it.
Rogue, the resident southern belle, was sitting alone in her room scowling at nothing in particular. She could hear everyone's squealing and laughter echo through the mansion and it made her sick to her stomach.
It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't fair that they could run around in their skimpy bikinis and cool off in the pool. Not fair that they could show so much skin without the risk of stealing someone's life. Not fair that they could touch, kiss and have everything she craved with all her heart but couldn't have.
Tears pricked at her eyes for the third time that day, but she forced them back. She grabbed her pillow and flung it across the room in frustration. It collided with her dresser and knocked several items that were on top of it to the ground. She made a mental note to clear off her dresser as it was currently covered with random bits and bobs.
The heat was really really getting to her. Everyone else was basking in the intense heat and here she was, covered from head to toe in clothing, trying to block out all the laughter coming from downstairs and in particular the pool area.
She was wearing a black mini skirt with black tights and dark green pumps and a long sleeved black top covered in a jade green rose design. This outfit, like all of Rogue's outfits, was completed with a pair of black leather open back gloves. Her two-toned hair fell loosely around her shoulders save for a few white strands that were stuck to her forehead with sweat.
She could hear everything that was going on downstairs.
Splash.
Laughter.
"Canonbaaaallllllll" someone shouted. She didn't have to be there to know that it was her goofy younger brother Kurt.
Another splash.
Even more laughter, louder this time.
It was all beginning to sound like nails on a chalkboard to her. Her irritation got the better of her and she began mumbling furiously to herself.
"Stupid Sun". She glared out her window as if trying to scare it behind the clouds. It didn't work. She then glanced down at her gloved hands and her fury began to build.
"Stupid mutation".
Splash . Splash . Splash .
"Stupid , stupid, STUPID splashing!" she shouted whilst slamming her fists down on her bed.
She quickly came to her senses though after realising she'd been shouting. Half the students already thought she was crazy and she really didn't need them to hear her shouting to herself.
'That's all ah need, more staring and whispering' she thought sarcastically to herself.
The heat was becoming unbearable.
She was seriously considering stripping out of her clothes, stealing one of Kitty's bikinis (she didn't own one, for obvious reasons), locking her door and lounging on her balcony.
It was perfect. She'd be all alone, and with her door locked she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally absorbing someone or having to listen to another lecture about selfishly putting others at risk.
Those delightful speeches were usually hand delivered by Jean perfection incarnate Grey or Scott pole up his hole Summers. The two had become an annoying tag-team ever since they professed their undying -insert gag here- love for one another.
'Ah can't believe ah evah had a crush on him' Rogue thought and it sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
She decided on going ahead with the bikini idea. A huge smile spread across her face at the thought of finally getting out of her clothes that were slowly baking her alive. This smile, however, disappeared as quickly as it formed when realisation hit her like a tonne of bricks.
She had a roommate who could walk through walls and a brother who could teleport.
Locking her door really wasn't going to make a difference. She sighed in defeat. Her master plan ruined.
She glanced down at the ground and decided to pick up the miscellaneous items she had knocked to the floor with her pillow. Most of it was junk. Birthday presents she had pretended to love but really hated. An anger management book, a stuffed poodle, a fluorescent pink fake nails kit, 3 pairs of luminous floral print gloves and a Hello Kitty pen. As she started to pick up all her friend's failed attempts at presents she realised that none of them really understood her.
'Ah know they try but they just don't get meh'. Even Kitty, one of her best friends, didn't have a clue. No one understood how it felt to go through everything she had. To be used for your powers by the ones you cared about the most. And how could they?
Heck, most of them didn't even know her likes and dislikes. For example, like reading a good book and dislike stuffed poodles.
No one understood.
It was then that something else on the ground, amongst the crappy birthday presents, caught her eye. A small rectangular piece of cardboard. A playing card. But not just any playing card, it was the queen of hearts card that Gambit had given to her on their trip to New Orleans. She picked it up and started twirling it around in her fingers. She loved being back in the south and as much as she hated admitting it, she quite enjoyed the company.
They'd both been used, and like he said, they could write a book on it.
She sighed.
He understood.
She was quickly pulled from her thoughts by screaming coming from downstairs.
"BOBBY!"
She immediately recognised the voice as Amara's.
"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU FREEZE THE POOL ONCE MORE I'M GONNA MELT YOU AND THEN EVAPORATE YOU!" Amara screamed at the top of her lungs.
"AW COME ON 'MARA! IT'S HOT OUT AND EVERYONE WANTS TO CHILLAX, SO I JUST COOLED THE POOL DOWN A BIT . JEEZ!" Came the equqlly loud reply.
"CHILLAX BOBBY NOT FREEZELAX! THERE'S FRIGGIN ICE CUBES FLOATING IN THE POOL!"
Rogue clutched her head in annoyance and tried to block out all the screaming.
She really needed to get out of this place, if only for a little while.
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Click. Fire. Click. No fire. Click. Fire. Click. No fire.
St. John Allerdyce, also known as Pyro, was sprawled across the tattered couch in the living room of the Brotherhood boarding house.
He had honest to god never been so bored in his entire life. The only thing stopping him from burning the house down was the fact that he'd have nowhere else to go. So he opted for laying on the couch and clicking his favourite lighter on and off.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
"ARRRGH!" Pietro finally lost his temper.
"I've-had-enough-of-you-and-your-fire-and-your-crazy-behaviour!"
Pietro was talking so fast that his words were blurring together, as they usually did when he was angry.
"What-are-you-even-doing-here-you're-not-with-the-Brotherhood-we-don't-want-you-with-us-and-you're-just-an-irritating-insane-waste-of-space-fire-freak!"
John slowly sat up. He stared blank faced at Pietro for half a minute before responding.
"Oi didn't gat a word o' dat mate"
Pietro started to shake with anger and a deep red colour started to flood his face.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Pietro bellowed, using all the self control he had to stop his words from blurring together.
"Roight now ? Oi'm listening to some white haired weirdo screaming bloody murder at me" John responded calmly.
Pietro's eye started to twitch.
"Oi'm 'ere 'cos the the only two people in this town that Oi actually loiked went 'ome and Oi was left 'ere forced to choose between you losers and the x-blokes"
John sighed dramatically before standing.
"lucky foryou lot, Oi didn't loike the sound o' living with those stiffs"
Pietro mouthed the word 'lucky', an expression of utter disbelief plastered across his face.
"GET OUT!" Pietro yelled as he lunged for John.
The tiny flame from John's lighter suddenly erupted into a giant fire ball that sent Pietro flying back towards the wall.
John laughed like a lunatic as he watched a slightly blackened Pietro frantically patting out the flickers of fire left on his clothes.
That's when Wanda walked in.
The Scarlet Witch spared two seconds to take in the scene before rolling her eyes and heading towards the kitchen.
John flashed her one of his craziest smiles that lit up his whole face.
Wanda tried her hardest to maintain a scowl but she was finding it more diffucult every day to stay mad when she was around the handsome pyromaniac. She managed to reach the kitchen before a smile tugged at her lips.
Pietro started to get up, as if readying himself for round two.
John's smile grew bigger and crazier (if that was possible). There was an evil glint in his eye.
He craved this fight.
It'd been too long since he got his hands dirty. God he missed Remy and Petey. Remy would always go drinking with him which, more often than not, would end in a brawl with some mutant haters. Good times.
He missed the crazy antics they got up to. They were his best friends. His only friends. And now he was stuck in this bodgy house with Magneto's rejects. Fire started to swirl around John's hand.
"C'mon ya drongo, give it a burl" John made a 'bring it on' gesture with his hand.
DING DONG!
Both mutants ignored the doorbell and continued to stare at each other.
"PIETRO ! GET THE DOOR!" Wanda screamed from the kitchen.
Pietro seemed to contemplate this for a moment before his fear of his sister won out and he sped towards the door. John, disappointed, pulled the flames back into his lighter. A moment later Pietro returned looking both scared and annoyed.
"It's for you" he muttered, looking at John.
John quirked an eyebrow but made his way towards the door. When John came to the door, his whole face lit up with pure joy.
"Miss me mon ami ?"
A/N: Ok so that was chapter one! I don't know why but I feel the need to apologise! hehe! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
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