Chapter Nine: In Over My Head
P.O.V: John Allerdyce / Pyro
Fire.
Everywhere.
Magneto throws the cars, I set them on fire. Simple...but effective. And quite fun. That buzz of destruction...
Suddenly, one of our flaming cars is frozen, crashing to the ground with a dull thud. No explosion. That's no fun. I look down to see the Iceman step out from his hiding place, looking up at me expectantly. I turn slightly to Magneto.
"Go ahead."
Oh. I expected him to say no again. Shit. Ok...
I make my way down to Drake's level, standing face to face with my former roommate. With my former best friend. With my biggest weakness. Fuck that, I don't do weak. With a small curl of the lip, I send a spiral of fire hurtling towards him. His ice meets it halfway with an explosion of steam. It doesn't take long for me to push him back. Bobby falls to his knees as I surround him in flames. Come on Iceman! Don't make me do this!
"You're in over your head Bobby..."
For fuck sake, get angry! Fight back! Show you cared
"Maybe you should go back to school."
Fuck it. He never gave a shit, why should I? Taking a deep breath, I concentrate harder on my flames, intent on increasing their intensity.
Cold.
My flames are gone. Icy hands grip my wrists. My eyes widen as I see Bobby, completely frozen, stand up and lean over me. Since when can he do that?
A sharp pain tears through my head. Darkness starts to close in. Somewhere in the distance, I hear a cold, hard voice...
"You never should have left..."
My eyes flew open, sweat dripping off my burning body. Fuck my head hurts. Must I relive that night again and again? Once was quite enough.
Bastard. He hasn't been back down since I woke up, although, that's probably a good thing. Part of me is desperate to see him again, but I know it's not worth it. I'll just end up fighting with him again...
Wearily, I glanced around the room. The glass and mirrored doors to the drugs cabinets were covered in condensation. I can just picture Bobby wiping the condensation off the mirror in our room in the mornings, moaning about having to share with a crazy walking heat wave. I glance around a little more and eventually see the clock. Five A.M. Oh crap. It would be hours until I got any visitors. May as well try and get back to sleep. Not much else to do...
