The Boy Who Destroyed the World

an original X-Men Movieverse fan fiction

written by: jennifer s. a.k.a. assassinelektra

Disclaimer:

I do not own the X-Men movies or comics, or their characters. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other X-Men fans.

Title: The Boy Who Destroyed the World

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst

Setting: Right after X-Men 3: The Last Stand

Pairing: John/Kitty

Rating: Teen

Author's Note: There are definitely X3 spoilers. And yeah, I ship Kitty/Peter, but this idea occurred to me after seeing the movie. Plus I don't want Pyro dead…I imagine this will be a short fic though.

"Once there was boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him."

AFI "The Boy Who Destroyed the World"

"No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghosty heart."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Chapter 11

Both John and Kitty waited for Logan to start laughing in amusement, and when he didn't, she stood up. "What?"

"I don't know." Logan muttered in irritation. "You're the computer geek, you're the one that knows how they function, or why they'd make them, and send them after us…"

"What the hell are you talking about?" John asked, staring at Logan in both disbelief and disgust. He didn't believe the man for a moment, but that fact that he was getting Kitty all worried pissed John off.

"They're heading towards the school!" Logan snapped. "Right now!" He started for the door. "Get Rogue, Bobby, and Peter, anyone else you think will be reliable! We're going to need everyone for this." John raised an eyebrow. Maybe this was real…

"Peter?" Kitty asked, and Logan glanced back at her. "He's too…"

"Weak?" Logan finished, his voice as irritated as the look on his face. "Doesn't matter. He's needed." And with that said, the Wolverine left the room.

Kitty looked crushed, and John felt like ripping Logan's throat out for causing that look. But now that he thought about it, whatever he had burst into the room about, it must have been damn important for Logan to not lecture him on his reasons for being there.

"Damn it." John muttered, flicking his lighter open. "Come on." It was odd for him to take Kitty's hand and pull her towards the door. It was so unlike him that she let his hand phase through hers.

"What are you doing?" He demanded. "You heard him! We have to go!" That's what the look on Logan's face had told them, and there were many things to be known about Logan, but number one: he became dead serious when those he cared about were in danger.

"But…" Her eyes were blank. She was seeing past him the way he was touching through her. The virus and now this…what the fuck had happened to the world? Why was she suddenly seeing everything swirling around her?

"Kitty, snap out of this!" He hissed, getting pissed that she was hesitating the one time that he actually felt the need for urgency.

"But he just came in here, and he talked about Peter like…"

"Kitty!" He screamed, taking hold of her face with his hand, and her eyes focused as she finally looked at John rather than through him. "We have to go. Now!"

"Kitty, have you seen Bobby…" Rogue stopped in the doorway, looking at John with wide eyes. She hadn't been at the battle at Alcatraz, and he hadn't seen her for what seemed like forever. The whiny girl was replaced with the confident woman who stood before him.

She didn't hesitate in taking her gloves off. She may have been cured, but he didn't know that. She hoped. "I can't believe ya came back…"

"He's with us!" Kitty said quickly. "No, he's with me, I mean he's…" She sighed in irritation. "He's not the one you have to worry about right now!"

"How long has he been here?" Rogue demanded, ignoring Kitty, though she had stopped taking her glove off.

"Would you just shut up and listen to her?" John asked, glaring at Rogue. He could see other students running around frantically behind her in the hallway. He'd seen this scene before. He'd been a part of it. It was not a night he wanted to remember. And here it was, flashing back at him in live action, and Rogue wanted to fucking bitch about him being there?

"Damn it!" Kitty grabbed both of their hands and dragged them through the wall, and John noticed how she didn't seem affected by the touch of Rogue's skin.

"Where's Logan?" Rogue asked, looking around frantically.

"Would you just shut up!" John snapped, glaring at her. "We've been through this! He'll be fine! He's a fucking Scissorhands freak!"

"You are just about this close to…" Rogue started to snap, but Kitty shoved them both aside and took off running, and they both looked at her for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then John took off running after Kitty, and Rogue followed after a moment's hesitation.

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He had wings. But Warren couldn't use them. There wasn't enough room in the hallways, and people were rushing around him so fast they he couldn't ask what the hell was going on. Then a girl ran through him.

Warren stopped Rogue, grabbed her arm gently. "What's happening?" He asked.

She looked at the boy—hadn't met him yet since being back—and then looked back in the direction where John had kept running. "They're callin' them Sentinels." Rogue explained. "And they're comin' ta' the school."

But did she really need to worry? She wasn't a mutant. Or was she? Was it really that small gene difference that made you who you were? Rogue had been wrestling with that idea for weeks and still hadn't come up with a solid answer.

"Come on!" Rogue said, as she started to run again. Warren followed without a second thought. He'd seen these people fight before, he knew what kind of people they were, and he trusted them completely. For the first time in his life he was around people who didn't want to be his friend for his money. And he loved it.

"Bobby!" Rogue screamed, seeing him at the end of the hallway by the front door. His eyes were wide, frantic, and she knew he had been looking for her. "The kids?" She asked.

Storm had assigned them different 'duties' in case of another attack on the school, and Bobby's had been to get the kids into the secret pathways within the walls, where someone else was assigned to get them to safety.

Rogue's job was to find them all and get them to the X-Jet, 'them' being the essential X-Men members of course. Or whoever happened to be staying at the school that could help. They'd had visitors, old friends and new, since Xavier's death that had joined the team momentarily to help out.

Bobby's face visibly relaxed when he saw that Rogue was okay. "They're out." He informed her. "Let's go." He joined with them, running towards the underground headquarters of the X-Men.

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"Where the hell are you going, Kitty?" John asked, getting pissed that he had to keep opening doors and she was getting way too ahead. He didn't want to get lost, separated from the one person there who didn't want him dead, and she was making it difficult.

Then she was phasing through stairs so fast he couldn't see her anymore, and he knew where she was headed. "No." John muttered. He didn't want to go where she was. But even so, he took off running down the stairs.

Storm was waiting for them, the X-Jet already on and ready to go. She wasn't ready to see John Allerdyce following after Kitty. And rushing out of the jet and onto the floor, giving him a warning glance, she wondered if this was another thing she would have to worry about, or if his appearance was merely a random happening.

"Cool it, Storm. He's fine." She glanced at Logan as he lit his cigar and climbed into the jet. The tone of his voice told her one thing: he'd known John was here for quite a while now.

"Logan, how long has he been here?" She demanded, her own tone of voice taking on that irritation she always used with him. Kitty phased onto the jet, looking at them both as she tried to catch her breath, and Storm realized that she'd have to finish her conversation with Logan later.

"What do we know?" Kitty asked, turning on the nearby TV screen and searching for a news channel. Storm was quite proud at how the girl was reacting to all of this—the training was starting to show, and that was a good thing.

"They're coming for the school, and so far that's all we know." Logan told her, sitting down in the co-pilot's seat. "Where are the others?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question as he glanced at Kitty.

John just stood there. He wasn't going on that stupid plane until someone made him. And even then…

"Afraid?" Bobby bumped into him on purpose as he walked by and onto the jet. Rogue and some dude with fucking wings followed him. John's glare could have killed. He flicked his lighter a few times, then followed after him.

He walked over to stand next to Kitty, feeling completely out of place among them. And Rogue and Bobby would both glaring at him. The only one that seemed indifferent to his presence was the winged guy.

Peter showed up a bit later—and he did not look well. And when Kitty rushed to his side, wrapping her arm around his waist, John felt like a moron because he had this overwhelming sense of jealousy. Peter belonged, he didn't. And that was why…

"They're still headed for the school." Storm announced, looking at their radar screen. They still hadn't taken off, and they probably wouldn't. The X-Jet was just a meeting place. "Looks like four of them."

"They're huge." Rogue commented, and she was looking at the news screen Kitty had turned on, at the live images they were showing.

Godzilla had nothing on these things. They were huge, and they were just walking through the city like nothing mattered to them, like life meant nothing. And it probably didn't. They may have had the slight humanoid appearance, but these robots were most definitely that: robots, machines, modern technology that was targeted at them. The ground shook, and you could tell the camera man was trying his best to not just run away.

"I'm going to try to contact Hank." Storm told them, reaching for the radio. "Maybe he knows what's going on." She glanced at Bobby and Rogue. "Did the children get out okay?" Bobby nodded, but he never took his eyes off of John—watching him for the slightest sign that there would be trouble of his doing. John looked back at him casually, flicking his lighter open and closed.

"You should be with the others." Kitty said quietly to Peter, helping him sit down in the corner.

"No." He argued. "My place is here." His thick Russian accent was really starting to show through in the pain of the virus that was killing him. He looked up at her. "With you." Peter added.

Kitty wrapped her arms as far around his bulk as she could and hugged him close. And John's eyes flickered from Bobby to them for a moment. Bobby noticed it and there was a slight smile on his face when John looked back at him.