I quite like this chapter actually, although I hate describing people using their powers. :c

John knew that Bobby didn't really want him to hear that, but he did. And he was angry. He had to stop himself running out after Bobby. That jackass doesn't understand, he thought scathingly, staring at the door, seeing if he could blow it up with the power of his mind. He was still the same person, so what if he preferred his Mutant name, so what if he was a little more militant about what he believed in. They both wanted the same thing, so what if John was a little more proactive about it. The nurse came in to give him food, which he ate hungrily, "Hey, when will I be allowed to get out, I feel better." The woman smiled at him, "I've been talking with Storm, and we both feel that you will be allowed out this evening, we have to do some more checks though. I don't know if that means you'll be able to go home though"
"I don't have a home." He snapped at her, "Can I get my lighter back, promise I won't kill you" he said with a humourless laugh. The nurse frowned, "I told Storm that you were asking for that too, she said that she doesn't have it, that it wasn't on you when you came here"
A coldness passed through him, like someone had injected ice water into his veins, "That's impossible, it was in my pocket..."
"Perhaps it fell out on the island." John sat up, and swung his legs off the bed, feeling very weak, he pointed at the nurse, who had taken several steps away. "No." He said simply. "No because that means I've lost it forever. And I can't lose it." He could feel his face getting hotter, a lump forming in his throat. He couldn't have lost his lighter, Bobby gave it to him, it was one of the only presents he'd ever gotten. The nurse made a swift exit. John fell back on the bed, trying to hold back the tears. It was more than a lighter to him, it was proof that someone cared about him once, it was a link to Bobby, and he felt powerless without it, he was powerless without it, and he hated that.
Rubbing his eyes he sat up slowly, he noticed the door was sitting slightly ajar, an escape. He stood up slowly and walked over to the locker with his clothes in it. He put on the bloodied jumper and the ripped jeans, and slid his feet into his old trainers, and walked out the door.
An overwhelming sense of freedom rolled over him as he stood in the lift up to the student area. Like Bobby had said, the school was empty, which meant he had to be quiet. The halls felt familiar to him, and he remembered his way to the front door. He couldn't get past the school steps. Every time he made a confident attempt to leave, he found he couldn't. He had missed the school, and missed Bobby, and missed everything about the place. He couldn't find a reason to leave. He had no home, no friends, no family, no money, and no plan. He eventually wandered back into the school, and up the stairs, he needed some air and he knew where he would go.
Before he had left the roof was a safe haven for him. On the roof no one would bother him and he could be alone in his thoughts. He found himself back up there, sitting on the slanted roof, near one of the sky lights in the attic, the sun warmed him as he contemplated his situation. He supposed he was lucky to be alive really, Bobby didn't have to carry him off the island, he didn't deserve to be saved, not the way he'd acted. His fingers tapped at the roof tiles, he hated no having his lighter, not being able to use his power, it made him anxious. He needed fire in his hands, he realised how cold he felt without it. John carefully slid back inside and made his way to Professor Summers' old room, he doubted that it had been cleared out yet. The man had confiscated enough of his lighters, John figured he might still have a few lying about. He found a bundle in the wardrobe in a box with 'Student Junk' written on it. It was filled mostly with rubbish, but near the bottom he seen what he was looking for. He picked up a couple of disposable lighters ones and tidied the box away. Excitement flowed through him, he didn't want to try them inside, if he burned Storms carpet then he was in trouble. He ran outside and sat by a pond, he was getting tired.
He pulled out one of the plastic lighters, the one least likely to run out by the looks of it. He flicked it on, and suddenly felt warm again, he pulled the fire into his hand, the flame felt good there. He practiced with the fire, it felt unusual to only have one hand to use again, but it felt familiar too. After practicing using one hand for a while he felt so much better, he felt warm again, and his thumping head could be ignored. After about an hour he was sat back down on the grass, suddenly feeling exhausted. He lay back and swirled fire above him, smiling to himself.
"Everyone's looking for you" a voice behind him said. John smirked, "Everyone? I'm worth that much bother? I'm touched." Bobby sat beside him, arms around his knees looking at him. "I think they're just worried you'd burn the school down." John frowned. "Which is why I'm outside." John looked at Bobby, a familiar calculating look was on Bobby's face. "I needed the fire. Needed to feel it on my fingers, feel it around me. You don't get it. You can make ice whenever you want. I can't make my own fire. It's not nice to have it taken away from you" he let the fire die away from above him and pushed himself up on his elbows. "I understand. Storm will too, if you tell her why." Bobby said quietly. "My lighter, it fell out of my pocket on that island. It's gone, and I can't get it back" John said, putting all his effort into his voice staying steady, it failed in the end, his voice trembling as he spoke. He sat up and picked up the lighter beside him again, making little marble sized fire balls spin. "Shit John, you went everywhere with that thing, I'm sorry dude." Bobby said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sorry's not going to get it back" John mumbled, putting down his lighter. "I suppose it's payback- karma or something. In return for being a giant douchebag, I lose my one connection back to you" John didn't even have to look at Bobby to tell that he looked guilty. "Well, if you stay here you'll have me" Bobby started awkwardly, "I'm sure I could even get you a new lighter too" John smiled at him, he was still pretty pissed about Bobby landing him in the medical bay, but he knew how to make up forit. "Well, if you're going to buy me a new one, at least make sure it looks cool" He said, lying down on the grass again, Bobby grinned and lay down beside him. John picked up the lighter and swirled long streaks of fire in the air again. He felt even better now, it was the best he'd felt in months

So today I learned that describing how John uses his powers is difficult and I hate it.

Any feedback is brilliant

-zg