Hiya, I managed to overcome my writers block for now, but the end of this chapter isn't exactly great. So sorry.
But Enjoy!!!
Chapter 4
Pyro swung his legs over the edge of the bed. So far he had been completely unaware of Evan's presence. He looked around the room.
"Hey John," Evan said. Pyro turned around and looked at Evan once before immediately trying to burn her, but he couldn't. Evan laughed.
"You know, you look funny when you do that weird hand movement and there's no flame," she said.
"Where am I?" he asked. His voice was hoarse from lack of use.
"Some dinky town in California, but you're safe and that's what matters."
"Who are you?"
"Take a good look."
Pyro looked at her for a few seconds. Evan noticed his eyes widen slightly and he exhaled sharply.
"Well, you're the last person I ever expected to see, Evangeline." He said.
"Call me Evan or I start calling you St. John. Understood?"
John glared, but nodded.
"Are you hungry?" she asked
As if on cue, Pyro's stomach growled. Evan smiled.
"Come on, I'll show you the kitchen," she said as she walked out of the room. Pyro tried to stand but he found even this simple task extremely difficult. Evan walked back into the room.
"Come on!" she said, but then she noticed he was having trouble so she went to help, but he shook her off.
"John, I know my helping you hurts your pride, but you've been unconscious for about thirty hours, you most likely have a headache from being hit on the head, I don't know when you last ate, you're slightly dehydrated, and I'm pretty sure that the next step you're going take is going to result in a total face plant on the carpet which will damage your dignity more than being helped by a girl, so which are you gonna pick?" she asked, somewhat annoyed.
John glared at her and decided to not take her help. He took the next step and immediately lost his balance. Evan moved quickly and caught him before he toppled over. A stream of curses left John's mouth as Evan helped him. She ignored the curses, pulled his arm over her shoulders and snaked her arm around his waist. It was slow going but the two finally made it to the kitchen.
Once John was sitting at the table, Evan went to the bathroom and got a bottle of aspirin. She filled a glass with water and handed it to John along with the entire bottle of aspirin.
"I didn't know how many you'd need," she said. John took the bottle and dumped four aspirin in to his hand. He swallowed these with a huge gulp of water. Evan went over to the fridge and started looking for something for John to eat other than cold pizza. There wasn't much else besides the pizza and strawberries so Evan took the fruit and set it on the table.
"Do you have anything against eating cold pizza?" she asked. John didn't say anything but only shook his head. Evan took the pizza out of the fridge and set it on the table next to the strawberries. John looked at it suspiciously. This did not go unnoticed.
"John, it's food. Normal food. See? Look," Evan said. She took a strawberry and a pepperoni off the pizza and ate them. Immediately her face contorted into a look of complete disgust. She shuddered and took the glass of water that was still on the table and chugged it down.
"Okay, no eating strawberries and pepperoni at the same time," she said to herself. John smirked, but noticed that Evan wasn't dying or anything so he ate the food.
"Where's my igniter?" he asked between bites.
"Safe." Evan replied as she sat down and turned on the TV.
Suddenly a scream was heard from somewhere behind John. The two mutants jumped and turned around to see Ayden staring wide eyed at John.
"Ayden, it's okay. He won't hurt you," Evan said.
"How do you know?" Ayden asked.
"Because he doesn't have the igniter. Without it he can't control fire. Besides, if he does hurt you, I'll kick his ass."
"Like you could," Pyro interrupted.
"I so could. Even with your stupid little igniter."
"Prove it."
"Not now. I promised that I wouldn't be using powers in this house or near it so I'll prove it to you later."
Pyro scowled and went back to eating.
"So Ayden, what are we doing today?"
"Well you guys do whatever you want, but I have some summer classes at the community college, so I'll be gone all day. Sorry."
"That's okay. John and I'll stay and keep each other company," she flashed a big smile at John who in turn, scowled again and flicked her off.
"Okay, I just really need to go now. I'll see ya later." Ayden gathered her books and went out to her car. As soon as she was gone, Pyro got up and pinned Evan to the couch. His hand squeezed her throat.
"Where is my igniter?" he asked. His voice was low and dangerous.
"Find it yourself. It won't help though, the igniter is metal, and I will melt it before you could blink," She said, "so I suggest you go back to eating your food and let's pretend this never happened."
Pyro tightened his grip on her throat momentarily before letting go. He sat on the far end of the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on the news. Evan watched him from the other side of the couch. Pyro noticed that he was being watched and Evan's unwavering gaze was become really annoying, really fast.
"Is there a reason that your staring at me like you're about to eat me?" he asked.
"I'm looking at your hair," Evan replied.
"What about it?"
"It's blond."
"So?"
"You were always dumb when you had brown hair. Turning into a blond made you dumber."
"And you're still a stone cold bitch that doesn't know when to shut up."
"Yes, but be aware: I may be a stone cold bitch, but I saved your ass so you owe me."
"I don't owe you jack-shit. I didn't need your help and I could've gotten away by myself."
"Oh really? And how did you plan on moving? Sleep walking? You would have been ashes or cured if I hadn't found you."
"Screw this, and screw you! I'm gone!" John got up and began to walk to the front door but was stopped when Evan started to speak again.
"Fine, but if you walk out that door, you will be signing your own death wish. There will be feds out there that will cure you before you could even snap your fingers and you better hope that they get to you before the families of the people you killed do. All those people will come after you and kill you and you won't be able to do a thing without your precious little igniter. All you could do is pray for mercy." She paused, and then continued, "There are no safe places in the world for you anymore. Magneto's cured and the Brotherhood is dead."
Her words hit John like a ton of bricks. If Magneto really was cured, then she was right. He had no place to go. He was alone. Again. Not knowing what to do, he simply turned around and sat back down on the couch. Evan came over and sat on the couch next to him. She shifted so that she faced him and began to inspect the needle work on the gash on John's forehead. He flinched away.
"Oh, don't be such a baby. I need to make sure that your stitches aren't infected."
John reached up and lightly fingered the gash and the thread which he didn't notice before. He looked at Evan incredulously.
"You gave me stitches?"
"My dad was a doctor. Now hold still." She looked over the stitches for a minute then backed away. "You're good to go. The wound isn't infected. There are some clean clothes for you in the guest room. You can change into those."
John merely nodded.
"We leave tomorrow. I would suggest you shower before then because it's going to be a long, hot, boring drive back to New York and I don't have the money to spend every night in a hotel. Some days might be spent entirely in my car. Not to mention that those you're wearing clothes are really dirty and you don't exactly smell like lavender."
John glared at her but his expression changed to one of skepticism.
"Your car?" he asked.
"Yes my car. I'm sure that whoever owned the car before is already in the process of buying a new one therefore I claim ownership over the nice black Nissan Murano in the driveway. It helped us haul ass away from Alcatraz."
"Why are we going back to New York?"
"I need to get back to school. It starts up again in about two months."
"No! I'm not going back there!" he jumped up from the couch
"Uh huh, and I'm pretty sure no one wants you there, but name another place where you can be safe and I'll drop you off there."
"You said there were no safe places."
"My point exactly. Xavier's isn't exactly safe for you, but it's safer than other places. If I can convince Storm and Logan to let you stay, we'll see how it goes from there."
For the second time in past few minutes, John had no answer, so he turned from where he was standing and marched towards the guestroom.