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Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path. (NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 12
Escape
Outside of the mansion where John's "group" lived, it was dark and foggy. Dew was dripping off the blades of grass and absorbed and stuck to the bottom of Bobby's bare feet as he ran as fast as he could. This was his only means of escape, and he could only pray that someone had not seen him by now. He knew how determined John was on keeping him safe in that place, but Bobby would rather be vulnerable out in the open, even if his identity was revealed.
He dashed across until he came to a tall stone wall. He raised his hand and ice began to form from the moisture in the air. It made a slippery bridge that touched the ground at one point, and it made it to the top of the wall at the other. Bobby crawled up it, slipping obviously, but the dirt on his feet helped him crawl up. When he made it to the top, he lept off and landed on his hands and knees.
He then followed a long path through a forest. It was thick and Bobby wasn't sure how far it would be until he actually made it to some kind of public area. He could be in the middle of Africa for all he knew. He had no way of contacting anyone that could help. His family probably wouldn't risk their safety for his anymore, and the X-Men couldn't help because they were dealing with an invasion at the mansion. All Bobby could do was run...
He could start to smell something different in the forest, like a... city! He ran even faster, his legs throbbing for rest, but the only thing that made him stop was a sharp rock that jabbed into his bare foot. He fell to his knees and slid across the path. He fell on his arm that had the gash, and he experienced two horrible pains. He looked at his foot and saw the bloody hole that had been made. He pried his eyes away, knowing that thinking about it only made it worse and then rolled up his sleeve. The cut was looking weird. The skin around it was turning purple and he could see some traces of puss... it was infected.
"Crap," Bobby moaned with pain. Why was all of this happening to him? He was already suffering enough, and these smaller pains were just adding up.
He stood up, to see how he would walk with his injured foot. He looked down to see if everything else was ok, and it was. He now had holes in his pajama bottoms, but it was bearable. Bobby walked awkwardly forward for a few minutes and then tripped over his own feet. He tried to catch his balance by grabbing onto a bush, but it just made a whole bunch of noise and gave him a scratch on his plan.
"WHO'S THERE?" Yelled someone from forest. "COME OUT!"
Bobby staid low, and he saw a familiar face slip through the fog. Samira looked around frantically for the person who had made the noise, and drew out her knives. Another face appeared behind her... Bethany. Her white hair was put up in a ponytail, and her eyes locked with Bobby's.
Samira started to float up into the air, using her power, but then stopped unnaturally. Bethany walked up to Bobby and looked down on his beaten body. She kicked off the white sneakers she was wearing and pushed them towards Bobby.
"Go," she told him, and he reacted instantly. He graciously placed the shoes on his feet and stood up.
"Thank you," Bobby whispered, not wanting Samira to spontaneously come back to life.
"Just go," Bethany told him and turned around.
Bobby limped his way further down the path, but this time with more ease since he had more protection around his foot. He finally made it to the end of the road and his eyes gazed on what seemed to be a city. He knew exactly where he was... he was close to the mall where he had received his wound. He limped his way to it and walked through the parking lot and to one of the many entrances. He pressed his face against the window and peered inside. Inside was something unusual... three figures were walking around inside with flashlights... the flashlight shined in Bobby's direction, through the window.
Bobby knew he was in trouble...
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John walked up two flights of stairs until he came to the third floor. He had shown Bobby to a room on this floor where he would least likely be able to escape. He walked to the door and put one hand on the door knob and the other on the molding around the door. He turned they handle and gave a small push... but the door wouldn't budge. He gave a harder push, and still the door didn't budge. He then slammed his shoulder against the door and the door once again was prevented from opening. He backed off and took a good look at the door. He didn't know what was keeping him from getting inside the room... except... there was water running down the door.
"He froze it," John mumbled and pulled out his lighter. He ignited it and then used his power to sense the fires presence. He let out his other hand and the flame left the lighter and made it to his hand. He put the lighter in his pocket and stepped back. He shot it forward and made a rectangular fire line around the door and more water came pouring out. After about three minutes of thawing the ice on the other side, he made the flame the size of a dime and moved it away from the door. He then walked forward, making sure the flame didn't go out incase there was need for more thawing, and tried opening the door.
It opened, and John let the fire behind him go out. He walked inside, making his entrance.
"Nice try but...," he started... but there was no one in the room.
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An arm reached clear through the glass, not even breaking it, and grabbed Bobby's shirt and pulled him through. Bobby landed on his knees and he expected to hear shattered shards of glass falling behind him... but there wasn't.
"Are you okay?" Asked a girls voice, and Bobby looked up to see the eyes of Kitty Pryde.
"Kitty!" Bobby said, standing up, flinching a little because of his bad foot.
He saw the other two figures standing beside Kitty. There was Scott Summers and... Rogue...
"How did you get here?" Bobby asked, peeling his eyes off of Rogue.
"We managed to escape whenever they first attacked thanks to Kitty's power," Scott replied, putting a hand on Kitty's shoulder.
"We have to find somewhere safe to hide," Rogue told them. "We can't just stay here out in the open and expect not to be seen."
"Your right," Scott told here. "Let's try to find some place underground."
"I hope you don't mean the sewers...," Bobby moaned.
Scott just gave a small grin. Bobby hadn't seen him smile since Jean died... but he guessed that no one can stay depressed forever.
Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path. (NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 12
Escape
Outside of the mansion where John's "group" lived, it was dark and foggy. Dew was dripping off the blades of grass and absorbed and stuck to the bottom of Bobby's bare feet as he ran as fast as he could. This was his only means of escape, and he could only pray that someone had not seen him by now. He knew how determined John was on keeping him safe in that place, but Bobby would rather be vulnerable out in the open, even if his identity was revealed.
He dashed across until he came to a tall stone wall. He raised his hand and ice began to form from the moisture in the air. It made a slippery bridge that touched the ground at one point, and it made it to the top of the wall at the other. Bobby crawled up it, slipping obviously, but the dirt on his feet helped him crawl up. When he made it to the top, he lept off and landed on his hands and knees.
He then followed a long path through a forest. It was thick and Bobby wasn't sure how far it would be until he actually made it to some kind of public area. He could be in the middle of Africa for all he knew. He had no way of contacting anyone that could help. His family probably wouldn't risk their safety for his anymore, and the X-Men couldn't help because they were dealing with an invasion at the mansion. All Bobby could do was run...
He could start to smell something different in the forest, like a... city! He ran even faster, his legs throbbing for rest, but the only thing that made him stop was a sharp rock that jabbed into his bare foot. He fell to his knees and slid across the path. He fell on his arm that had the gash, and he experienced two horrible pains. He looked at his foot and saw the bloody hole that had been made. He pried his eyes away, knowing that thinking about it only made it worse and then rolled up his sleeve. The cut was looking weird. The skin around it was turning purple and he could see some traces of puss... it was infected.
"Crap," Bobby moaned with pain. Why was all of this happening to him? He was already suffering enough, and these smaller pains were just adding up.
He stood up, to see how he would walk with his injured foot. He looked down to see if everything else was ok, and it was. He now had holes in his pajama bottoms, but it was bearable. Bobby walked awkwardly forward for a few minutes and then tripped over his own feet. He tried to catch his balance by grabbing onto a bush, but it just made a whole bunch of noise and gave him a scratch on his plan.
"WHO'S THERE?" Yelled someone from forest. "COME OUT!"
Bobby staid low, and he saw a familiar face slip through the fog. Samira looked around frantically for the person who had made the noise, and drew out her knives. Another face appeared behind her... Bethany. Her white hair was put up in a ponytail, and her eyes locked with Bobby's.
Samira started to float up into the air, using her power, but then stopped unnaturally. Bethany walked up to Bobby and looked down on his beaten body. She kicked off the white sneakers she was wearing and pushed them towards Bobby.
"Go," she told him, and he reacted instantly. He graciously placed the shoes on his feet and stood up.
"Thank you," Bobby whispered, not wanting Samira to spontaneously come back to life.
"Just go," Bethany told him and turned around.
Bobby limped his way further down the path, but this time with more ease since he had more protection around his foot. He finally made it to the end of the road and his eyes gazed on what seemed to be a city. He knew exactly where he was... he was close to the mall where he had received his wound. He limped his way to it and walked through the parking lot and to one of the many entrances. He pressed his face against the window and peered inside. Inside was something unusual... three figures were walking around inside with flashlights... the flashlight shined in Bobby's direction, through the window.
Bobby knew he was in trouble...
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John walked up two flights of stairs until he came to the third floor. He had shown Bobby to a room on this floor where he would least likely be able to escape. He walked to the door and put one hand on the door knob and the other on the molding around the door. He turned they handle and gave a small push... but the door wouldn't budge. He gave a harder push, and still the door didn't budge. He then slammed his shoulder against the door and the door once again was prevented from opening. He backed off and took a good look at the door. He didn't know what was keeping him from getting inside the room... except... there was water running down the door.
"He froze it," John mumbled and pulled out his lighter. He ignited it and then used his power to sense the fires presence. He let out his other hand and the flame left the lighter and made it to his hand. He put the lighter in his pocket and stepped back. He shot it forward and made a rectangular fire line around the door and more water came pouring out. After about three minutes of thawing the ice on the other side, he made the flame the size of a dime and moved it away from the door. He then walked forward, making sure the flame didn't go out incase there was need for more thawing, and tried opening the door.
It opened, and John let the fire behind him go out. He walked inside, making his entrance.
"Nice try but...," he started... but there was no one in the room.
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An arm reached clear through the glass, not even breaking it, and grabbed Bobby's shirt and pulled him through. Bobby landed on his knees and he expected to hear shattered shards of glass falling behind him... but there wasn't.
"Are you okay?" Asked a girls voice, and Bobby looked up to see the eyes of Kitty Pryde.
"Kitty!" Bobby said, standing up, flinching a little because of his bad foot.
He saw the other two figures standing beside Kitty. There was Scott Summers and... Rogue...
"How did you get here?" Bobby asked, peeling his eyes off of Rogue.
"We managed to escape whenever they first attacked thanks to Kitty's power," Scott replied, putting a hand on Kitty's shoulder.
"We have to find somewhere safe to hide," Rogue told them. "We can't just stay here out in the open and expect not to be seen."
"Your right," Scott told here. "Let's try to find some place underground."
"I hope you don't mean the sewers...," Bobby moaned.
Scott just gave a small grin. Bobby hadn't seen him smile since Jean died... but he guessed that no one can stay depressed forever.