A/N- Apparently I did some God bashing in Chappie 23. I wasn't trying to be offensive. I did a lot of research on sexual abuse victims and I got one of the highest grades in my Psychology class so I could have believable insight in Anna's head. I knew what I was doing before I wrote the chappie. I'm not a God hater, I'm a Jew. Jesus., Anyway, here's the fun stuff! Enjoy!

Chapter 28

Pyro's Wrath

Two cops stepped from each side of the porch, and cocked their guns at us. Two more cops emerging from cruisers on the lawn.

"Ronnie." Bobby said angrily.

The cops advanced towards us.

"What's going on here? Logan asked as calmly as he could.

Bobby and Rogue looked scared to death. John flicked his lighter open and shut, assessing the situation.

"DROP THE KNIVES AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR." the cop instructed.

"This is just a misunderstanding." Logan said, glancing around.

"PUT THE KNIVES DOWN!"

"I can't. Look." Logan raised his arms to show the claws were attached to his hands.

BANG!

Rogue shrieked and hit the deck.

The bullet slammed into his forehead and Logan crumpled to the ground.

"YOU SHOT HIM, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I shouted, shaking with rage.

The gun was still smoking.

Bobby slowly started to kneel, hands behind his head.

But not John and I.

John angrily began flicking his lighter faster and faster.

"Get on the ground. We don't wanna hurt you." the cop said.

John looked up at him.

"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?" he asked quietly.

"I'm the worst one."

I watched in horrid fascination as John lowered his hand and flicked the lighter—the small flame quickly grew into streams of fire, one shooting to the right, one to the left—one racing behind him, through the house, blasting toward the cops in the living room, knocking them down.

Two panicked cops dove for cover.

John narrowed his eyes.

Streaks of flames hit the exhaust pipes of the cruisers. The cars explode, tumbling and spinning in the air, cops running for cover.

Only one cruiser was left, surrounded by swirling flames.

Police officers tried to call for backup on their radios.

"John, what are you doing?" I asked frantically, grabbing for his lighter.

He shrugged me off and glanced at the remaining cruiser.

"John, stop!" I pleaded, dropping to the ground near his feet.

I glanced over at Rogue as I saw her tug off her gloves, yank up the leg of John's pants and grab his bared skin.

John's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He gasped and dropped the lighter. I snatched it up and stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans.

Stumbling, he slumped to the ground, as if the wind were knocked out of him.

Rogue held up a hand and concentrated on the fire.

The flames began to recede, leaving nothing but smoldering debris. Rogue let out an exhausted and relieved sigh.

We got to our feet. I bent over and grabbed John's arm. He groaned as he stood up, staring at Rogue in horror.

I heard something fall near my feet.

The bullet from Logan's forehead.

His eyes opened and he stood up, the wound now completely healed. He cracked his neck and glared at John.

BOOM!

Thunder echoed from above and the lawn was blasted by heavy winds.

We watched the Blackbird descend from dark clouds. It landed in the street and the ramp lowered to the ground.

As we walked past the cops, Logan glared at them, defiantly, daring them to do something.

They did nothing.

------x------x-------x------x------

Whadja think? R & R!