Chasing the Flame
Chap 2: War Wounds
AN: Sorry this is so short, but the scene after this is reeeallly long, so I thought I'd chop it up a bit. I hope you like the story so far! I know I've been having fun^_^ Pyro cracks me up!
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Amara crawled up to her bedroom, feeling as though if she heard the word fire again she would scream. The only thing that saved her from complete insanity was the knowledge that nobody else knew his real name. At least not in the New Mutant group, that is.
She dropped down onto her bed, dragging the book she had been reading out and curling up. The sound of tapping on her window made her jerk out of her zone, groaning slightly. She stood, reluctantly walking to the window and pulling it up. "You survived the security system? How disappointing."
"Now tha's not nice, love! I got war wounds!" He turned slightly tugging his pants down, making her cover her eyes and try not to laugh.
"NO! I'll take your word!" She did laugh though, when he gave her a hound dog look.
"Ya sure? I mean-"
"Why are you stalking me?" She interrupted, going back to the matter that bothered her the most.
"I'm a pyro, love. That's wha' we do." He gave her a crooked grin. "Chase tha flame." Amara growled, glaring at him as she reached up and grabbed the window.
"You don't even know who I am." She gritted out, slamming the window down in his face. Sadly he moved his fingers before she could break them. She walked back to her bed, grabbing her book and shoving her nose into it, only to blink as a flicker caught the corner of her eye.
She turned, blinking at the sight of a flaming rose in his hand. Just then the door slammed open, revealing a very irate looking Logan, his claws unsheathed as he headed straight to the window. "Did he hurt you, spitfire?" He gritted out, the life of the blonde hinged on that single question.
"Yo-you know him? He was just bothering me." She screamed slightly as Logan crashed his fist through the window, grabbing the sheepishly grinning aussie by the collar. "Do-Don't kill him. He just-"
"Ello Wolvie! Fancy seein you in these parts..." Pyro said, laughing slightly.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance, kid." Wolverine gritted out. "Now you're bothering Spitfire, huh. It figures..." He finally noticed that someone was tugging on the back of his shirt, and turned slightly. "What, Spitfire?"
"He was just bugging me. He didn't hurt me or anything..." She said.
"You think that means he wouldn't? Kid, this is an Acolyte. I don't trust him. And considering his thing for fire you sure as hell shouldn't."
"So... ya gonna let me go?" Pyro suggested, slightly swinging his legs in the air as he held onto Wolverine's arm to keep from fainting.
"Like hell I am." The next thing St. John knew a large fist was flying towards his face and everything went black. The only thing he heard was a distant protest from the little fire girl.
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Pyro woke a little while later in an all white room, sparsely furnished with a cot and a table. There was a restroom to the side, but no television, and definitely no lighter to be seen. One wall was a gigantic mirror, most likely where the annoying X bastards were watching his every move. He never had learned to think his actions through.
He stood, grinning widely as he made his way to the mirror. He figured he might as well entertain himself if he was going to be stuck in there. "Man I'm good lookin..." He said, shoving his hand through his hair and posing. He turned, trying to check out his own butt. Soon he was doing a little dance, assured that he wasn't the only one who got the pleasure of watching it.
"That kid must have been dropped on his head when he was a child... several times." Logan stated from the other side of the mirror, lighting up a cigar to keep from showing his smirk. "Chuck? Ya think we can get this over with some time?"
Charles frowned, concentrating on the boy in the room. "This is interesting..." He muttered.
"What's that?"
"He doesn't have any plans. He's merely... chasing the... flame."
"Spitfire." Logan spat out, a look of viciousness in his eyes. "He plans on using her as a personal lighter, doesn't he?" He stood, unsheathing his claws, ready to kill the young acolyte at any second.
"No... He hasn't actually thought that far ahead." Charles frowned, nodding slightly. "He is merely following his instincts. You of all people must understand that."
"But my instincts don't tell me to terrorize a sixteen year old girl." Logan replied, refusing to give in. He was fond of the little princess.
"If you were an eighteen year old boy, though?" Charles sighed, turning away from the blonde who was now making faces at the mirror. "He has no violence in mind... perhaps for the first time since we've met him. Amara is perfectly safe, but just to be sure, why don't you go over the security system one more time after you escort Mr. Allerdyce off of the property?" He smirked slightly. "Before he fogs up our mirror."
Logan scowled, watching the boy blowing on the mirror and doodling in the fog his breath caused. Charles almost laughed as the boy happily wrote "I *Heart* Mara." Logan scowled, making his way into the white room and slamming the door open.
"I'm outta 'ere?" Pyro asked, grinning widely.
"Yeah. But if I see you anywhere near Spitfire I'll cut your-" He stopped, scowling and looking slightly distracted, as though the guy who had been probing his mind earlier had said something to him. "C'mon you little prick. It's past time you were off my territory."
"Can't I j'st say-"
"No."
"Not even a kiss?"
"You're not my type."
Pyro laughed, then jerked slightly as claws touched his back. "Er... Roight'o. Time ta be leavin." He grinned cockily and started making his way down the hall, looking for all the world as though he was the one in control of the situation. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Tell me, were you dropped on your head as a kid?" He couldn't help but ask.
"How'd ya guess?!"
"No reason."
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Chap 2: War Wounds
AN: Sorry this is so short, but the scene after this is reeeallly long, so I thought I'd chop it up a bit. I hope you like the story so far! I know I've been having fun^_^ Pyro cracks me up!
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Amara crawled up to her bedroom, feeling as though if she heard the word fire again she would scream. The only thing that saved her from complete insanity was the knowledge that nobody else knew his real name. At least not in the New Mutant group, that is.
She dropped down onto her bed, dragging the book she had been reading out and curling up. The sound of tapping on her window made her jerk out of her zone, groaning slightly. She stood, reluctantly walking to the window and pulling it up. "You survived the security system? How disappointing."
"Now tha's not nice, love! I got war wounds!" He turned slightly tugging his pants down, making her cover her eyes and try not to laugh.
"NO! I'll take your word!" She did laugh though, when he gave her a hound dog look.
"Ya sure? I mean-"
"Why are you stalking me?" She interrupted, going back to the matter that bothered her the most.
"I'm a pyro, love. That's wha' we do." He gave her a crooked grin. "Chase tha flame." Amara growled, glaring at him as she reached up and grabbed the window.
"You don't even know who I am." She gritted out, slamming the window down in his face. Sadly he moved his fingers before she could break them. She walked back to her bed, grabbing her book and shoving her nose into it, only to blink as a flicker caught the corner of her eye.
She turned, blinking at the sight of a flaming rose in his hand. Just then the door slammed open, revealing a very irate looking Logan, his claws unsheathed as he headed straight to the window. "Did he hurt you, spitfire?" He gritted out, the life of the blonde hinged on that single question.
"Yo-you know him? He was just bothering me." She screamed slightly as Logan crashed his fist through the window, grabbing the sheepishly grinning aussie by the collar. "Do-Don't kill him. He just-"
"Ello Wolvie! Fancy seein you in these parts..." Pyro said, laughing slightly.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance, kid." Wolverine gritted out. "Now you're bothering Spitfire, huh. It figures..." He finally noticed that someone was tugging on the back of his shirt, and turned slightly. "What, Spitfire?"
"He was just bugging me. He didn't hurt me or anything..." She said.
"You think that means he wouldn't? Kid, this is an Acolyte. I don't trust him. And considering his thing for fire you sure as hell shouldn't."
"So... ya gonna let me go?" Pyro suggested, slightly swinging his legs in the air as he held onto Wolverine's arm to keep from fainting.
"Like hell I am." The next thing St. John knew a large fist was flying towards his face and everything went black. The only thing he heard was a distant protest from the little fire girl.
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Pyro woke a little while later in an all white room, sparsely furnished with a cot and a table. There was a restroom to the side, but no television, and definitely no lighter to be seen. One wall was a gigantic mirror, most likely where the annoying X bastards were watching his every move. He never had learned to think his actions through.
He stood, grinning widely as he made his way to the mirror. He figured he might as well entertain himself if he was going to be stuck in there. "Man I'm good lookin..." He said, shoving his hand through his hair and posing. He turned, trying to check out his own butt. Soon he was doing a little dance, assured that he wasn't the only one who got the pleasure of watching it.
"That kid must have been dropped on his head when he was a child... several times." Logan stated from the other side of the mirror, lighting up a cigar to keep from showing his smirk. "Chuck? Ya think we can get this over with some time?"
Charles frowned, concentrating on the boy in the room. "This is interesting..." He muttered.
"What's that?"
"He doesn't have any plans. He's merely... chasing the... flame."
"Spitfire." Logan spat out, a look of viciousness in his eyes. "He plans on using her as a personal lighter, doesn't he?" He stood, unsheathing his claws, ready to kill the young acolyte at any second.
"No... He hasn't actually thought that far ahead." Charles frowned, nodding slightly. "He is merely following his instincts. You of all people must understand that."
"But my instincts don't tell me to terrorize a sixteen year old girl." Logan replied, refusing to give in. He was fond of the little princess.
"If you were an eighteen year old boy, though?" Charles sighed, turning away from the blonde who was now making faces at the mirror. "He has no violence in mind... perhaps for the first time since we've met him. Amara is perfectly safe, but just to be sure, why don't you go over the security system one more time after you escort Mr. Allerdyce off of the property?" He smirked slightly. "Before he fogs up our mirror."
Logan scowled, watching the boy blowing on the mirror and doodling in the fog his breath caused. Charles almost laughed as the boy happily wrote "I *Heart* Mara." Logan scowled, making his way into the white room and slamming the door open.
"I'm outta 'ere?" Pyro asked, grinning widely.
"Yeah. But if I see you anywhere near Spitfire I'll cut your-" He stopped, scowling and looking slightly distracted, as though the guy who had been probing his mind earlier had said something to him. "C'mon you little prick. It's past time you were off my territory."
"Can't I j'st say-"
"No."
"Not even a kiss?"
"You're not my type."
Pyro laughed, then jerked slightly as claws touched his back. "Er... Roight'o. Time ta be leavin." He grinned cockily and started making his way down the hall, looking for all the world as though he was the one in control of the situation. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Tell me, were you dropped on your head as a kid?" He couldn't help but ask.
"How'd ya guess?!"
"No reason."
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