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Once again, I deeply appreciate the positive feedback, but enough about me let's get back to the story, oh yeah by now you know my whole spiel ,don't own Marvel etc. etc. etc….

Chapter 4.…In to the Fire

To Bobby's horror the blaze moved rapidly towards them. He could already feel the heat on his face. Undulating and wrapping around itself, anything ensnared in it's fevered embrace, was granted a fiery death. At this moment Bobby learned a very important lesson. Never pray for miracles.

"What's that voice in your head tellin' you now?!" shouted a frightened Bobby Drake, turning to face Jubilee.

"I don't know!?!" said an equally panicked Jubilee, "You're the human ice-machine, do something!" And then it him, almost as hard as Rocky had. Duh, Ice! He thought ,feeling slightly embarrassed turning back around to face the growing inferno.

But, the problem was, Bobby didn't know how to use his powers. When he had used them just an hour ago, to freeze Rocky they had just sort of came out. Still he had to try.

Holding out his hands in front of him, and with every particle of thought he had, Bobby Drake focused on making ice. Come on, Come on! he thought, but after a painful realization it became apparent that Bobby couldn't. So he did the only thing he could do in this situation, try harder.

Meanwhile, the flames grew ever closer , causing the sides of the vent to expand, and threatening to envelope the two young mutants.

"Come, on Bobby you can do this," Jubilee whispered urgently in his ear. "Concentrate."

Sweat from the fire, and from his own nerves stung Bobby's eyes, and visions of burning figures writhing in pain clouded his vision. Shutting his eyes in an attempt to stifle the images, Bobby focused even harder, straining all his muscles trying to force his body to make ice. But with a thrill of grim terror, that seized him without warning, Bobby realized he couldn't. Bobby felt numb, despite the now overwhelming heat from the fire, he opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of the now burning inferno inches away from his fingertips.

"Oh, God," were the only words that escaped from his dry lips.

Jubilee saw him freeze up, and not in the way she had hoped. That's it we're dead. She thought. But then an idea seized her. She had no time to think about it, her idea was reckless, stupid, and could possibly kill them anyway. I'd rather die by my on terms anyway! She thought fiercely.

"Bobby! Cover your eyes!!" she ordered shortly. Obeying quietly like a child, he did, saving at least his hands from serious burns. At the same time Jubilee had placed both of her hands on the sides of the vent, one on each side. Cringing slightly from the heat, she shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. And then with a mutinous scream, she let loose the most powerful energy blast she had.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she cried as the energy grew radiantly bright enveloping them both, like a cocoon of light. The sides and bottom of the vent were completely obliterated by Jubilee's outburst of power.

And with a screeching PAAFFFF!!!, sound the pair were ejected from their metal confinement. Bobby opened his eyes, and saw that Jubilee was unconscious. He also saw how high up they were. Falling like a pair of bricks, the ground came to reach them much to soon for Bobby's taste.

Bobby awoke several minutes later and looked up through the skylight, and saw that it was nighttime.

"Ugh, how long have I been out?" he mumbled. Shaking his head, trying to rid himself of the migraine he was experiencing, a glance to the left caused him to see a crumpled figure in a yellow jacket.

"Jubilee!!" he screamed, she was knocked out, and blood ran freely from her forehead, staining her previously vibrant face.

"JUBILEE!!!!" he screamed again, but before he could run over to her the sound of a gun being cocked stopped him.

"You're not goin' anywhere mutant." said a cold voice from Bobby's right. Turning to face the voice, Bobby was surprised to find a police officer standing calmly with his gun pointed right at Bobby's head.

Mutants, what's this guy talkin' about? Bobby thought

"What's the matter mutie? What'dya think that all us normal people don't know about you, and your freak friends!?" he shouted acidly, spitting slightly. Bobby then decided that this guy was nuts, and so he moved slightly to block Jubilee from view.

"No," said the officer tapping a badge on his chest that read FoH, "Not all of humankind is ignorant about you."

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. But my friend's hurt, she needs to go to the hospital. You've got us caught, just arrest me already, and hurry up and get her some help!!" said Bobby angrily.

The cop just smiled. There was definitely something different about him. For one he wasn't stuttering or shaking like the others, and two his smile was more like a grimace, a demented perverse expression.

"You must've misunderstood me mutant, when I said you're not going anywhere I meant you're not going anywhere ever again!" and before Bobby could react the man rapped him across the head hard with his gun. Seeing stars, he fell on his knees. With another grotesque smile the muzzle was placed against Bobby's head, and feeling the cold touch of steel, he knew this time he would die.

However, it appeared that Bobby Drake was meant for greater things. For at that very moment an angel was sent to rescue him. Or at least, she could have passed for an angel.

With a shattering of the skylight and a howl of wind this divine woman glided down gracefully from the heavens. She was beyond beauty, her coffee toned skin reflected the pale moonlight that seemed to shine a spotlight on her. If the great masters of old, Michaelangelo, Da, Vinci, Raphael, had seen her they would have cast away their chisels and brushes and wept for joy, here was the dream of Pygmalion personified. Her lightning filled eyes sat entrancingly, beneath a crown of luxurious hair, that despite her youth was dazzlingly white. She was clad head to toe in a form fitting navy blue unitard, adorned with a fabulous cape that streamed behind her like a chorus of doves. From her hands lightning crackled dangerously. Finally, after what felt like ages her feet softly touched the ground. The goddess of wind Storm.

End of Chapter 4

I know, I know, this chapter was short. Originally it was going to be longer but, as I was reading it the remainder of the chapter felt too rushed.( a problem I also had with chapter 3.) And rushing it would have been a disservice to you the reader. So, I've decided to take a few days off, recharge my batteries so to speak, let the creative juices start flowing again, and get started on chapter 5(which will be considerably longer.). Don't worry I won't be gone for more than a week, and in the meantime you can check out my friend John Skylark, another good author. But until then keep on reading, and keep on reviewing, because reviews are what motivates us to write, and I'll see y'all in a few days.