"What do you want, Bobby?"

Bobby took a step closer. "I want to freeze that sarcastic brain of yours until it shatters."

John stood his ground. "I'm terrified," he said. "But before you can do that, I'm going to burn your balls off." Just then, John heard someone laughing in the distance. He ignored the noise, and added, "But before I can do that you might want to take a step away from me." John held up his palm, flames alight inside. He didn't want to fight, but he knew Bobby too well. Once you got into an argument with him you couldn't get out. You just had to fight fire with fire, and ice with ice.

As expected, Bobby froze the small fire and it crashed to the ground like a glass ball. "I don't have time for play, John," he sneered. "So I'm going to smash through that skull of yours."

John ducked to avoid a fistful from Bobby. Once underneath Bobby's arm, he twisted around so the he was kneeling in front of Bobby, grabbed his wrist and threw him over his shoulder. Bobby skidded along the ground. When he got up, he found his palm was sizzling with pain…literally.

It was not a pleasant site to see. There was a burnt circle in his hand, much like a cigarette burn. He lifted his finger to cool it, and it felt slightly better. Bobby winced and held stretched out his fingertips, freezing the base of his opponent's feet. A muffled chuckle was heard. John thawed out his frozen feet, leaving a great puddle on the floor. However, John must have forgotten the obvious fact "slippery when wet", because as soon as he got up he raced towards Bobby, only to slip and fall on his back. Bobby could swear he heard John's back crack, and he smiled to himself with pride. A gasp was released from someone's mouth nearby.

John groaned. Taking advantage of the situation, Bobby stepped forward and held out his hand. The next thing happened very quickly. Bobby shot out ice, John released fire. When the two elements, heat and cool, combined, they seemed to let out a sort of toxic gas. Fortunately for Bobby, he was not stuck on the ground surrounded by water like a human island. He escaped outside before the toxin could reach him.

Unfortunately the boy who didn't make it outside was in the "island" situation and lay there, breathing in the chemicals, his back not moving. After much coughing and spluttering, he felt himself drifting away, as if into a black abyss…

"Wake up, boy! Wake up!"

John heard a stern voice calling to him. He opened his groggy eyes and coughed continuously. When he was done, the voice spoke once more to him.

"Don't cover me in saliva, boy, or I'll throw you out!"

Once John's senses of touch and movement cam back to him, he found that he was…moving. But he wasn't being carried away in a stretcher. It felt different, not so bumpy.

When his sight cleared, he saw that he was not sprawled out on the corridor floor of mutant high, but he was in Magneto's craft.

Quick as his lightning, he sat up. "What am I doing here?" he demanded. Then he saw that it was Magneto talking to him in that stern voice. He pointed a drowsy finger at him. "Why are you taking me away again?" he asked. "Turn around! I want to go back now!"

The form of Professor X wheeled around the corner, before melting back into the sleek, slender figure of Mystique. She smirked. "We are not going back, Pyro," she said. Her voice was eerie and echoey. "We are travelling in the opposite direction." She chuckled and returned to the other half of the craft, leaving Magneto with John.

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Rogue gasped once more and crawled down from her hiding spot. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. What was she going to do? Magneto and Mystique had captured John. She couldn't do anything! But the Professor could…he could send out the X-Men…

Rogue took a few steps towards the location where she knew the Professor was, then stopped. A second thought came into her head. "Why should I do this?" she asked herself quietly. John left us here…he left me here…he joined Magneto…Professor X wouldn't give a stuff about him if he tried…

But then some more thoughts popped in. John didn't leave us here…Magneto took him…he didn't want to leave us…he's my friend, friends do eachother favours, no matter what. She smiled, but didn't take one more step towards the Professor. The one fact that blocked the way was that the X-Men did not think the same way she did about John. They would never set out on a rescue mission for him.

She frowned and crouched down on a step, her chin in her hands, watching the younger students play ball games. Some children playing a game of kickball were having a debate.

"I didn't go out!" One of the boys protested. "I made it to third base before the ball did! It's true!"

"No it's not!" a girl retorted. "It's a lie! It's a lie! It's a lie!"

"Liar!" the other kids chanted.

Just then, Rogue's face lit up. She had an idea. It was the best one so far. Yes, she couldn't save John on her own. Yes, the X-Men could. She had to find a way to trick them into rescuing John.

She was going to lie.

"Liar!" She heard the children chant one more time.

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Yay! Chapter 4! My favourite chapter so far! Sorry I took so long to update…I was buried under a mountainous pile of homework. But that's no excuse. I wrote this whole thin in half an hour! *slaps face* Lazy me, it's such a short chapter…but at least it's a good one, with a CLIFFHANGER! Yeah, I like cliffhangers; they make you want moorree…heh. So anyway, review with your thoughts about this brand spankin' new (not for long) chapter, and your guesses about what will happen next! So anyways, see your next time, my fans, and may the force be with you! DundunduN!