Chapter Four
Four hours later, Pyro was pulled from a dead sleep. He sat up and looked around for what could've woken him up. Someone was calling him. Someone or something. All that came to mind was a telepath but the Brotherhood had no telepaths. It wasn't Xavier or Jean Grey either.
John got up and dressed himself properly, fire starters and all, before heading out into the hallways. He looked both ways. It was eerily silent but he felt as though someone was yelling his name, echoing in the silence of his mind. What was this anxious feeling trying to tell him?
Calling. Calling. Calling him forward.
John suddenly felt a burst of fear and he ran to the command center. He opened the door and walked in calmly. He knew someone was in here in case Bobby or Rogue spoke up.
"Pyro. What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Ah. Quill.
"Quill... I thought I heard a disturbance. Someone probing at my mind. Check the monitors," Pyro ordered. Quill instantly knew he was speaking of Xavier and checked.
"What? How did they find us?!" Quill asked and pushed 'the big red button.' An alarm went off and he ran from the room to join up with everyone else to fight the intruders.
Wow. Perfect timing, X-Men.
Pyro ran to Bobby's window where Bobby was barely conscious. His heart rate monitor was going crazy. Bobby was in a constant state of panic. His body was out of it's element.
"J-John..." Bobby's words, however soft, were picked up by the microphone.
"Bobby," John breathed, eyes widening. He turned to the controls and typed quickly. The Iceman did not move an inch. The vents in Bobby's room opened and hissed as the hot air escaped into the ceiling. Outside, it hit cold air and turned into steam, probably confusing several people.
John turned the air down, but even set at -10 the temperature wasn't dropping fast enough to cool off the iceman. To him, he was still in the middle of the sun. John couldn't just stand still so he ran from the room and down to Bobby's cell.
"Bobby!" he called out when he entered the room. He ran to Bobby and tried to touch him but the extra body heat made Bobby scream. Heat. That was close enough to flames, yea? Doing his best to help, John melted Bobby's restraints off the wall.
Then John concentrated and threw his hand out toward random air space. He flung his hand upward and all the hot air rushed to the ceiling. This left very little air to breath but the high action air conditioner was already filling the room with below freezing temperatures.
Bobby took a deep breath of the dropping temperatures and opened his eyes.
"J-John?" he asked, surprised.
"Yea." John could help but laugh in his joy. Bobby was gonna be okay. He offered a hand to Bobby and, although he hissed at the hot contact, Bobby took it. John helped Bobby walk to the door and down the halls.
Going out the front might be too dangerous. All the other mutants would be there and see him half carrying the Iceman. Even now, he could hear the sounds of battle. Explosions and battle cries. The X-Men were pissed.
"Come on. We're going out the back door." John turned them around and headed for the back.
Back door? There was no back door but, with one click of his wrist lighter, he'd created one. Cold air rushed around them into the facility and Bobby took in another deep breath. He really liked winter.
John stumbled them outside and into the low brush a few feet away. There, he ungracefully dropped Bobby in the snow.
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Onee-chan 1: I know, I know. This chapter was extremely short and nearly pointless. Sorry. -cringes from some upset readers-
