(btw, I know it's Déjà vu, but let's just say that Deja means the same thing.
Deja opened her eyes. She tried to focus her eyes, blocking out the pain of her throbbing head. Grey. There was a lot of grey around her. That's all she surmised before she groaned, falling back into her spell.
She opened her eyes again; a boy with brown hair and eyes form into her vision. She blinked once or twice, regaining her consciousness. She looked around at the metal room she was in, noticing that she was submerged in what looked like a scientific bathtub, even if she was fully clothed. She turned her attention to Pyro, the boy staring right at her with relentless eyes. "What did you do to me?" she whispered, her voice still being weak. She struggled to sit up, but the weight of the water was unnatural and pressed her back down.
"Shhh. You're not supposed to move that much."
Deja, not being completely clueless, figured whatever she was in was some sort of scientific experiment. The thought terrified her, causing her to strain against the unbearable weight, making little progress, that held in place.
"Stop," he said calmly. "You'll mess it up."
It was like thick, watery, yet solid jello. She cried her version of a battle cry, using all her energy to thrust her arms out of the water and cling on to either side of her tank.
Pyro stood up, unsure of what to do as he observed the girl emerging from the tank bit by bit. He opened his mouth to call for Magneto, but she was already half-standing.
After a moment of hesitation, his lighter was out. "Get back, girlie," he warned, even though she took no heed. Finally managing her knees above water, it was one more struggle and she was free. She leapt over the side of the tank, gasping for unrestrained breath. Deja saw in a blue haze, fire surrounding her. But when she looked around her, she saw no fire. But as soon as Pyro had a threatening blaze in his hands, she understood and leapt out of the way just in time to avoid being caught in a ring of flame.
Before he could see, she darted behind a lab table, looking around for weapons. "You're trying to hide?" Pyro grinned, knowing she could never. No, she was just trying to stall. Glancing desperately around she spotted a metal pole across the room, which had a hook attached to the end. It looked like a giant dentist's tool. She waited till Pyro had almost rounded on her before she shot towards the other side. By the time he knew where she was, she had a deadly weapon and she already possessed the skill how to use it.
"A long hook…that's how you're going to beat fire?"
She ignored his taunts, waiting for him to make the first move. She sagged under the weight of soaking wet clothes, not that she let this hinder her. She had been trained in all environments, even underwater, and she also knew how to deal with fire. She might not have training that taught how to fight someone who controlled fire, but she felt much more confident in herself now that she had her weapon, which she was going to use as a bo. A bo, one of the weapons Deja was instructed with, resembled a long stick or a sword with no edge.
He grinned, sure of his victory, before he flew a sharp beam of fire at her head. She dived. She landed in a one-leg kneeling position, close enough to swing her bo at him, scratching his leg with the rusty hook.
Pyro let out a shout of pain, looking at his pant leg which was beginning to stain with blood. Deja did not hesitate. Still on the ground, she lunged forward, still close to the ground, twirling her bo like a baton and smacking his side with it, throwing him right into the table. She landed another blow on his left side, just as his head turned up. She was temporarily thrown off by the force of his enraged eyes. Once again she felt fear enter her heart, watching him create fire in his palm. Being stupidly scared, it took her a few seconds to react and she dodged too late, getting her arm burned. She cried out, worried that her loss of composure was going to cost her life, just as doors opened out of the corner of her eye.
The old man who drugged her and a woman in blue, no, a blue woman, walked in casually. "Now how did I know this was going to happen?" the older man said tiredly.
Pyro breathed heavily, regaining his energy. "I lost control," he growled, frustrated.
"Yes," Magneto said wearily, reaching for Deja's weapon. It flew across the air and landed in his grasp. Deja almost protested, but she remembered she had no power here. "Normally I would tell you 'next time, just shove her back in,'" Magneto sighed, beckoning Pyro to his side. His pupil returned to his side, glaring at Deja.
"But?" Pyro prompted, knowing Magneto had some witty remark to rebuke him with.
"But?" Magneto snapped. He slapped Pyro upside the head with the metal hook. "There won't be another time." He had finished punishing the young mutant, and now he turned to Deja. "Come here," he said, even though she didn't have much of a choice since the ground underneath her shifted like a wave, bringing her to stand in front of him. Magneto surveyed her lightly and determined, "Well, you're good enough." He gestured to Mystique and he and Pyro exited.
Deja, still out of breath, looked at the blue woman who was smiling evilly, wondering what her fate was going to be.
