I can't do accents. Please pretend that I can.
Pyro's POV
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We landed in the hidden cabin near the school. It's in the forest but there's enough room to land the chopper and not be noticed. Toad shut the rumbling of the engine off and we all walked inside. It's a small cabin, only three rooms, a bathroom, tiny kitchen joined with the dining room, and a living area. Though it sounds large, trust me it's tiny.
The suns streaking its last rays over the trees, the perfect time for me to go visit Marie. "Come on, lets get going," I say. I know Toad'll want to sneak around, look at Storm mostly and Mystique, I have no idea who she's gonna keep herself occupied with but she'll be stalking someone. With that we were off.
It's not that hard to sneak into the school, even without the damage it would be easy. Toad just tongues and jumps his way onto the school wall, leaving Mystique and myself to fend for ourselves. She does her weird flexibility thing to climb up the wall. Personally it makes me shiver when she does that. I have to climb a tree and jump without breaking anything. That sucks.
We carefully sneak in through an open window. Doesn't anyone shut these windows especially after Stryker got in last time? Obviously not. But I'm not complaining. Toad stayed outside, knowing Storm's window was up on the third level. Mystique went strait to my left, how she knew where whoever was was beyond me. I don't care, well maybe just a little but not enough to waist what little precious time I have on finding out.
I pretty much skipped and ran down the hallways, being silent though. I had every right to be happy, how could anyone blame me? Plus no one's looking so I can make a fool of myself as much as I want and no one'll know. I arrived at the destined door, starting to lose my nerve a little. Slowly and quietly I knock, hoping maybe she'd hear me. Obviously not. I try the door handle, it's unlocked. Silently I slip inside, making sure no one's in the hallway.
It's now impossible to breathe, I've determined that after I shut the door. Not only is her scent intoxicating, but the sight of her is killer. Her dark brown locks are strewn around her head, the white mixed in almost makes a sorta halo. Her sight's so beautiful, I doubt she realizes how beautiful she really is. Soft sensuous lips, long dark lashes, high light pink cheeks, lightly tanned skin, mesmerizing eyes that're covered by her lids. In other words, I can't describe her without sounding poetic.
I don't know when I kneeled down before but I did, my hand hovering over her face. I'm not my cool collective Pyro, that's the image I put out. No, I'm John, the insignificant love struck boy who has the power of fire. Lightly I trace her jaw, basking in the feel of her mutation. It's so weird, draining yet exhilarating at the same time.
She shot up in bed, knocking my hand away. I fell over in shock. I'm sure she would've screamed bloody murder if I hadn't jumped up and covered her mouth. Her mutation was sucking the energy out of me, I had to let go before I passed out. I must've scared her bad cause she looked like she was going to kill me. Then it registers in her mind who I am, you can see the little cranks working behind her eyes.
"Pyro?" I swear she's dumbfounded until she jumps on me. I swear I'm dreaming, she's got her gloved arms around my neck and her cheek on my chest. I'm either dreaming, which is going to be a bitch to wake up from, or I'm in heaven.
I've closed my eyes and laid my head on her's rocking her while her tears spilt down onto my shirt. I didn't realize I hurt her that bad when I left. I thought she'd be happy with the fucktart Bobby. Maybe I had guessed wrong. Or he had hurt her. I pulled her away gently, looked deep into her brown puffy eyes. "What did he do to you," it wasn't a question that she could refuse to answer, I think she knew that.
She spilled the whole story, from her attraction to me in Miss Munroe's class through when Bobby got his ass kicked by Logan and to today. I stayed silent, thinking over everything she said. Obviously I got her worried because of my silence.
"Your not gonna hurt him are you?" Her accent was stronger with the tears in her eyes. Her voice told me not to but her eyes pleaded with me to. Or it could be the trickery of my mind that saw that but I don't care. I'm gonna kill him no matter what.
"Not today Rogue, tomorrow," was my reply. I lifted her face, her silky hair covered her skin so I would save my energy. "I don't care if you plead with me tomorrow, I don't care if Logan comes in at me with his adamantium claws, nothing is going to stop me from hurting him. He's gonna regret the day he met you. Because you deserve better than that scum you hear? You didn't ask for him to do that low down dirty thing he did. You understand?" She nodded, her tears dry to my relief. "Plus where would my ego be if I didn't defend your honor?" A little bit of light humor, I didn't think she'd laugh but she did. Her laugh was so happy, musical, light, and something else I can't put my finger on.
I laid down, stretching myself out. She curled up against me, making sure her skin never touched mine. I swear, I was going to die a happy guy. She was so close, I couldn't tell where I ended and she began. She sighed into my shoulder, sending shivers down my back.
"Come with me Marie." Her gaze shot up, almost catching me on the chin. "Lets get you away from here. I'm leaving after I see you tomorrow, you can make your escape then. You can say goodbye to everyone tomorrow and we'll leave." Her eyes seemed sad and joyous at the same time.
"I dunno John, I don't know if I can."
"Please Marie, I want you to come with me. Logan can come if he wants, I'm sure Mystique wouldn't mind." I attempt to smile as she stares at me like I turned into Bobby. Ewww, that was a nasty thought.
"I'll tell you tomorrow John. Now lets just stay quiet and enjoy the company." Marie receded back to my shoulder, her cool arms around my neck. My arm snakes out to wrap around her possessively, enjoying the heat from her skin from underneath her nightgown. Somewhere along the line I fell asleep and so did she.
Pyro's POV
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We landed in the hidden cabin near the school. It's in the forest but there's enough room to land the chopper and not be noticed. Toad shut the rumbling of the engine off and we all walked inside. It's a small cabin, only three rooms, a bathroom, tiny kitchen joined with the dining room, and a living area. Though it sounds large, trust me it's tiny.
The suns streaking its last rays over the trees, the perfect time for me to go visit Marie. "Come on, lets get going," I say. I know Toad'll want to sneak around, look at Storm mostly and Mystique, I have no idea who she's gonna keep herself occupied with but she'll be stalking someone. With that we were off.
It's not that hard to sneak into the school, even without the damage it would be easy. Toad just tongues and jumps his way onto the school wall, leaving Mystique and myself to fend for ourselves. She does her weird flexibility thing to climb up the wall. Personally it makes me shiver when she does that. I have to climb a tree and jump without breaking anything. That sucks.
We carefully sneak in through an open window. Doesn't anyone shut these windows especially after Stryker got in last time? Obviously not. But I'm not complaining. Toad stayed outside, knowing Storm's window was up on the third level. Mystique went strait to my left, how she knew where whoever was was beyond me. I don't care, well maybe just a little but not enough to waist what little precious time I have on finding out.
I pretty much skipped and ran down the hallways, being silent though. I had every right to be happy, how could anyone blame me? Plus no one's looking so I can make a fool of myself as much as I want and no one'll know. I arrived at the destined door, starting to lose my nerve a little. Slowly and quietly I knock, hoping maybe she'd hear me. Obviously not. I try the door handle, it's unlocked. Silently I slip inside, making sure no one's in the hallway.
It's now impossible to breathe, I've determined that after I shut the door. Not only is her scent intoxicating, but the sight of her is killer. Her dark brown locks are strewn around her head, the white mixed in almost makes a sorta halo. Her sight's so beautiful, I doubt she realizes how beautiful she really is. Soft sensuous lips, long dark lashes, high light pink cheeks, lightly tanned skin, mesmerizing eyes that're covered by her lids. In other words, I can't describe her without sounding poetic.
I don't know when I kneeled down before but I did, my hand hovering over her face. I'm not my cool collective Pyro, that's the image I put out. No, I'm John, the insignificant love struck boy who has the power of fire. Lightly I trace her jaw, basking in the feel of her mutation. It's so weird, draining yet exhilarating at the same time.
She shot up in bed, knocking my hand away. I fell over in shock. I'm sure she would've screamed bloody murder if I hadn't jumped up and covered her mouth. Her mutation was sucking the energy out of me, I had to let go before I passed out. I must've scared her bad cause she looked like she was going to kill me. Then it registers in her mind who I am, you can see the little cranks working behind her eyes.
"Pyro?" I swear she's dumbfounded until she jumps on me. I swear I'm dreaming, she's got her gloved arms around my neck and her cheek on my chest. I'm either dreaming, which is going to be a bitch to wake up from, or I'm in heaven.
I've closed my eyes and laid my head on her's rocking her while her tears spilt down onto my shirt. I didn't realize I hurt her that bad when I left. I thought she'd be happy with the fucktart Bobby. Maybe I had guessed wrong. Or he had hurt her. I pulled her away gently, looked deep into her brown puffy eyes. "What did he do to you," it wasn't a question that she could refuse to answer, I think she knew that.
She spilled the whole story, from her attraction to me in Miss Munroe's class through when Bobby got his ass kicked by Logan and to today. I stayed silent, thinking over everything she said. Obviously I got her worried because of my silence.
"Your not gonna hurt him are you?" Her accent was stronger with the tears in her eyes. Her voice told me not to but her eyes pleaded with me to. Or it could be the trickery of my mind that saw that but I don't care. I'm gonna kill him no matter what.
"Not today Rogue, tomorrow," was my reply. I lifted her face, her silky hair covered her skin so I would save my energy. "I don't care if you plead with me tomorrow, I don't care if Logan comes in at me with his adamantium claws, nothing is going to stop me from hurting him. He's gonna regret the day he met you. Because you deserve better than that scum you hear? You didn't ask for him to do that low down dirty thing he did. You understand?" She nodded, her tears dry to my relief. "Plus where would my ego be if I didn't defend your honor?" A little bit of light humor, I didn't think she'd laugh but she did. Her laugh was so happy, musical, light, and something else I can't put my finger on.
I laid down, stretching myself out. She curled up against me, making sure her skin never touched mine. I swear, I was going to die a happy guy. She was so close, I couldn't tell where I ended and she began. She sighed into my shoulder, sending shivers down my back.
"Come with me Marie." Her gaze shot up, almost catching me on the chin. "Lets get you away from here. I'm leaving after I see you tomorrow, you can make your escape then. You can say goodbye to everyone tomorrow and we'll leave." Her eyes seemed sad and joyous at the same time.
"I dunno John, I don't know if I can."
"Please Marie, I want you to come with me. Logan can come if he wants, I'm sure Mystique wouldn't mind." I attempt to smile as she stares at me like I turned into Bobby. Ewww, that was a nasty thought.
"I'll tell you tomorrow John. Now lets just stay quiet and enjoy the company." Marie receded back to my shoulder, her cool arms around my neck. My arm snakes out to wrap around her possessively, enjoying the heat from her skin from underneath her nightgown. Somewhere along the line I fell asleep and so did she.
