A/N: Well, I have yet to recover the file I wanted, but I'm almost there...
I hope. Uh, so, on with the chapter!
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Chapter 16
The Date Part II:
The Movie and the Mayhem
John and Aidan were in line for snacks at the cinema. John was wearing his red long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and his tennis shoes. Aidan was in a black long-sleeved t-shirt, khakis, and black shoes. They were still about four people from the front of the line.
"I still can't believe ya fit all 'at inta ya bag," St. John said.
"It's a gift, I guess," Aidan smirked. "I still can't believe you lit that fern on fire..."
"I told ya I was sorry, Aidan," John said, lowering his voice. "Y'know how I get around fire. It's like those Herbal Essence commercials: I just get the urge... So... what're we s'posed ta tell Remy 'n Jennie? It's not like we can tell 'em we played hooky at the restaurant. They'd kill us, y'know."
"I know..." Aidan pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "I say we just stay out all night and not tell them anything."
St. John smiled. "Why not? Remy stays out till all hour o'the night. Let's do it. We may even get ta 'ave a little bit o'fun, if ya catch me drift," he said, pulling his lighter out of his pocket.
Aidan held his hand down. "Not here. We don't want to hurt anybody."
St. John looked slightly irritated. "Not here, but it was okay at the res'trant?"
"The restaurant was a mistake," Aidan whispered. "I wasn't thinking and could have hurt innocent people. We'll have some fun later when no one else is around, okay?"
St. John pouted and put his lighter back into his pocket. "All right... but y'promise I'll get ta do it later?"
"I promise."
* * *
After grabbing Aidan's traditional movie theater cuisine (Twizzlers, Cherry Coke, Junior Mints, and Snowcaps), St. John and Aidan took a couple seats near the back of the theater. The previews weren't even on yet.
As Aidan tore open her bag of Twizzlers, a familiar looking redhead and her boyfriend walked into the theater.
"Shit!" Aidan whispered, sliding down into her seat and pulling John with her.
"What is it?"
"Jean and Scott."
"Oh, great... Just our luck we run inta the bloody X-brigade," St. John sneered. "You sure I can't use me lighter here?"
"I'm sure... You think maybe we should go?"
"But the movie 'asn't even started yet."
As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the previews began.
St. John looked at Jean and Scott. "Maybe they didn' see us. Let's jus' stay. Anythin' 'appens 'n well get outta here, eh?"
"Okay... Twizzler?"
"Thanks."
* * *
Jean glanced over her shoulder. That had to be Pyro and Firestorm. But what were they doing here? Up to trouble, no doubt.
'Scott?' Jean projected. 'Pyro and Firestorm are here.'
'Firestorm? Really?' he projected back. 'Why are they here?'
'I don't know. You think we should do something?'
'Naw. Let's just enjoy the movie. If they try anything funny, we'll get 'em.'
Jean cut her psychic link with Scott and stared at the movie screen. This was not good. She had to get rid of Firestorm somehow. Jean then got an idea. This should make her evening more enjoyable...
* * *
Aidan was worried. Seeing Jean and Scott really messed up the evening. She wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie knowing that Princess Perfect and her lackey were only a few rows ahead.
"Excuse me," a voice said, tearing Aidan from her thoughts.
Aidan looked up to see an usher. He was probably only sixteen years old, had black Coke-bottle glasses, and an acne problem that no sane dermatologist would ever want to face.
"Yes?" Aidan answered.
"You're going to have to leave the theater," the usher said.
"What?" Aidan asked, confused.
"The management has gotten complaints about your behavior and would appreciate it if you would leave," he elaborated.
" 'Ang on a minute, there, mate," St. John cut in. "Nobody's kickin' me sheila outta 'ere without a fight."
Aidan glanced over to Jean. Jean smirked and raised a finger to her forehead.
"I'm sorry if I didn't make myself clear," the usher said, "but you're also being asked to leave."
"What?!" St. John yelled, drawing the attention of a few other rows.
"John, let's just go," Aidan said, nodding toward Jean and Scott.
"But, Aidan, fa once we didn' do anythin'!" John protested, not catching Aidan's nod.
"If you don't quietly exit the theater, I'll be forced to call security," the usher said.
"Security my arse!" St. John yelled, whipping out his lighter.
"John, NO!" Aidan yelled.
It was too late. A humungous fireball erupted from John's fist, throwing the usher back into the wall.
Everyone within a ten-foot radius jumped out of their seats and hit the floor.
"Now, can we do something?" Jean asked Scott.
"Let's get 'em," Scott agreed.
Scott stood up and blasted the lighter from John's hand.
"Wha d'ya do that for, mate?" John whined.
"That's enough, Pyro," Scott yelled, trying to sound as heroic as possible.
"Now, can we go?" Aidan asked, tugging on John's arm.
Suddenly, Aidan was lifted off of the ground.
"Causing trouble again, Firestorm?" Jean asked.
"Seems like it's the other way around," Aidan retorted as her eyes changed.
The sconces lining the walls burst into flame and Jean lost her focus. In an act of defense, Aidan created a wall of fire around herself and John.
"What now?" John asked.
"Trust me." Aidan grabbed John's hand and created her own form of a back draft that propelled them out of the theater and into the concession stand.
"Oh, my God!" a female usher yelled, running over to them. "Are you all right?"
"Two fire mutants are after us!" Aidan said. "Can you get us out of here?"
"Sure. Follow me."
The girl led them to a rear fire exit. "Here. Be careful."
"Thanks," Aidan said.
"Yeah," John said, reading the girl's nametag, "thanks, Melissa."
Melissa cocked her head as the pair of redheads ran down the alley.
"Now where we goin'?" John asked.
"I dunno," Aidan said. "Think we should take the car?"
"No way. If we so much as scratch 'at thing, Remy'll 'ave me head."
"Then I guess we keep running."
* * *
About twenty minutes later, John and Aidan collapsed side by side on a bench in the park.
"Well," Aidan panted, "this is turning out to be quite a night."
"I know what'cha mean," John panted back. "I can't breathe..."
Aidan chuckled, and after a few more breaths, she spoke again. "Well, we had dinner and a movie. What's next?"
"Boy," John joked, "y'sure are a cheap date. Dinner was two crunchy breadsticks and a glass 'a water, and the movie was a preview for the new Vin Diesel movie and a commercial for aftershave. What a blast!"
"Are there any Dairy Queens open? I'm hankerin' for a Blizzard."
"Y'just say 'hankerin'?"
Suddenly, the trees around them began to twist and sway. They looked up and saw the X-copter.
"Damn it all," John cursed. "I thought we lost them. I don' even 'ave me lighter. Bloody one-eyed arse-hole..."
The helicopter landed and Cyclops, Jean, Rogue, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine exited the ramp.
"Don't think you can get away from us that easily," Cyclops said. "After what happened at the theater, you'll be lucky to get out of here."
"Well, if Jean would just quit bein' jealous of me, we wouldn't have a problem, now would we?" Aidan asked, glaring at Jean.
"See, Kurt," Rogue said. "Ah told ya so."
Jean used her powers and sent John hurtling backwards into a tree.
Aidan's eyes glowed and she shot a stream of fire at Jean. Jean flew backwards, thumping into Wolverine.
Cyclops shot several optic blasts at Aidan who dodged them by completing four back handsprings. When she was right side up again, she created a giant fire elephant that charged the X-Men.
From behind her, John groaned.
"Hey, Pyro!" Aidan yelled. "Get with it!"
Pyro shook his head and noticed the elephant. "Good on ya, sheila!" he yelled, cackling maniacally and taking the pachyderm under his control.
Kurt teleported himself and Rogue behind Aidan. Rogue removed her glove and placed her hand on Aidan's cheek, causing Aidan to wobble and fall to the ground.
"Ah'm sorry," Rogue said. "Ah had to."
Suddenly, Rogue's eyes changed color and fire shot out of her fingertips.
"Rogue! Vhat's going on?" Kurt yelled, bampfing out of the way of the flames.
"I- I can't control it!" Rogue yelled. "It's too much power!"
Pyro noticed Rogue's troubles. "Amateur..." he muttered and then turned to face her. "Lemme 'elp ya, there, love!"
The elephant fizzled away as Pyro drained some of the fire away from Rogue.
For the next few fight sequences, Pyro basically had the X-Men at his mercy. Just as Pyro's confidence was beginning to grow, Rogue gained a little control of Firestorm's powers. She blasted Pyro into a tree, and Wolverine pinned him through the sleeves with his claws.
"G'day, Wolvie," Pyro gulped. "Y'doin' all right?"
Wolverine growled.
"I'll take that as a no..."
As the X-Men moved closer to Pyro, Firestorm began to come to.
"Y'gonna kill me?" Pyro asked.
"Not exactly," Cyclops said.
"But we'll come close," Wolverine snarled.
"Y'know, I'm really not that fond 'a pain-"
Wolverine growled again, cutting Pyro off.
Cyclops looked at Jean. "You wanna take over?"
Jean nodded. As Jean advanced on Pyro, several images began to flash through Rogue's head.
Jean. Aidan. Pyro. "It was a set-up!" "She was just lookin' for Pyro." A woman on fire. A burning barn.
"NNOOOOO!!" Rogue yelled in unison with the little girl in her head.
Fire shot from Rogue in all directions. A column surrounded her and shot into the air about fifty feet.
Kurt bampfed over to Aidan. "Aidan, you must help her!"
"Pyro!" Firestorm yelled. "I'll need your help!"
"Sure thing... um, Wolvie?"
He growled.
"Could ya, uh, lemme go?"
Wolverine retracted his claws; John fell to the ground, and then rushed over to Aidan.
"I'm not sure if this'll work," Aidan said, "but I need to overpower her."
" 'N what d'ya need me for?"
"Help protect the X-Men in case I lose control."
"What? Protect the-"
"Just do it, John! Rogue's my friend and I'm not about to let her be burned from the inside out!"
"Okay..." John said meekly.
Aidan's eyes glowed red on black and she began to smoke. As she walked closer to Rogue, the fires began to burn out, and the column of fire began to transfer from Rogue to Aidan.
"I think it's vorking!" Kurt yelled.
Aidan could feel the fire coming back to her. She felt overloaded and overheated. Rogue really absorbed a lot... Almost involuntarily, her arms began to rise up from her sides.
"John!" she yelled.
"Right!"
Suddenly, two large balls of fire shot out of Aidan's hands. With John's mental help, they missed hitting the X-Men and took out a bench and a fountain.
"What is she doing?!" Cyclops yelled, pulling himself off the ground.
"Shut up!" John shot back. "She's tryin' not ta kill us all!"
"How could she possibly do that?" Jean asked.
Pyro rolled his eyes. It was amazing how much people who lived at a school really didn't know. "Ev'a hear 'a entropy? Heat is the most unstable element in the universe. She has the ability to create that chaos," Pyro explained. "An overload would send that chaos outta 'er at top speed. It's not a pretty thing. Believe me, I've seen it."
Aidan pulled more fire from Rogue. It began to swirl around Aidan in a giant tornado. Dark spots began to form in front of Aidan's eyes and her stomach felt like it contained an entire herd of butterflies. Her skin began to glow.
"John!" she yelled. "It's too much!"
"Just a little more, sheila! Rogue's almost drained."
Rogue was on her knees, her eyes were still like Aidan's, and there was a small ring of fire around her.
Aidan was now within three feet of Rogue. Her skin glowed brighter and she felt her powers boil inside her. She felt like she was going to explode. She had to release her powers somehow. But she couldn't. If she even released the tiniest bit of them now, she could torch the entire park and all in it.
She fought the need to release the fire and Rogue's eyes returned to normal.
"You did it!" John yelled.
Aidan turned toward John. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were glowing... even her hair was glowing.
"Aidan?" John asked.
"I... can't..." Aidan said, holding in the pain of the pent up fire.
A warm wind circled the group of mutants. Aidan tried to think of a way to stop what was about to happen. It was going to erupt from her with the fury of Vesuvius. Maybe if she concentrated she could save them. It worked at the car yard with John... It may work again...
"Aidan!" John said, forcefully. "You can control it. Careful now. Pull it back."
Sweat dripped down Aidan's back and into her eyes. "I... can't..." she repeated. "I'm so sorry..."
A column of fire shot out of Aidan and several miles into the air.
Concentrate... concentrate... Aidan repeated over and over in her mind.
Suddenly, there was a blast of heat, a flash of light, and then blackness...
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Another A/N: Almost forgot the disclaimer. Of course I do not own Herbal Essence, Twizzlers, Coca-Cola, Junior Mints, Snowcaps, Dairy Queen or any of its products. If I did, I would be a multi-millionaire and not sitting in my bedroom in some rinky-dink town on the computer; however, I would be sitting on my yacht in the Caribbean on the computer.
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Chapter 16
The Date Part II:
The Movie and the Mayhem
John and Aidan were in line for snacks at the cinema. John was wearing his red long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and his tennis shoes. Aidan was in a black long-sleeved t-shirt, khakis, and black shoes. They were still about four people from the front of the line.
"I still can't believe ya fit all 'at inta ya bag," St. John said.
"It's a gift, I guess," Aidan smirked. "I still can't believe you lit that fern on fire..."
"I told ya I was sorry, Aidan," John said, lowering his voice. "Y'know how I get around fire. It's like those Herbal Essence commercials: I just get the urge... So... what're we s'posed ta tell Remy 'n Jennie? It's not like we can tell 'em we played hooky at the restaurant. They'd kill us, y'know."
"I know..." Aidan pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "I say we just stay out all night and not tell them anything."
St. John smiled. "Why not? Remy stays out till all hour o'the night. Let's do it. We may even get ta 'ave a little bit o'fun, if ya catch me drift," he said, pulling his lighter out of his pocket.
Aidan held his hand down. "Not here. We don't want to hurt anybody."
St. John looked slightly irritated. "Not here, but it was okay at the res'trant?"
"The restaurant was a mistake," Aidan whispered. "I wasn't thinking and could have hurt innocent people. We'll have some fun later when no one else is around, okay?"
St. John pouted and put his lighter back into his pocket. "All right... but y'promise I'll get ta do it later?"
"I promise."
* * *
After grabbing Aidan's traditional movie theater cuisine (Twizzlers, Cherry Coke, Junior Mints, and Snowcaps), St. John and Aidan took a couple seats near the back of the theater. The previews weren't even on yet.
As Aidan tore open her bag of Twizzlers, a familiar looking redhead and her boyfriend walked into the theater.
"Shit!" Aidan whispered, sliding down into her seat and pulling John with her.
"What is it?"
"Jean and Scott."
"Oh, great... Just our luck we run inta the bloody X-brigade," St. John sneered. "You sure I can't use me lighter here?"
"I'm sure... You think maybe we should go?"
"But the movie 'asn't even started yet."
As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the previews began.
St. John looked at Jean and Scott. "Maybe they didn' see us. Let's jus' stay. Anythin' 'appens 'n well get outta here, eh?"
"Okay... Twizzler?"
"Thanks."
* * *
Jean glanced over her shoulder. That had to be Pyro and Firestorm. But what were they doing here? Up to trouble, no doubt.
'Scott?' Jean projected. 'Pyro and Firestorm are here.'
'Firestorm? Really?' he projected back. 'Why are they here?'
'I don't know. You think we should do something?'
'Naw. Let's just enjoy the movie. If they try anything funny, we'll get 'em.'
Jean cut her psychic link with Scott and stared at the movie screen. This was not good. She had to get rid of Firestorm somehow. Jean then got an idea. This should make her evening more enjoyable...
* * *
Aidan was worried. Seeing Jean and Scott really messed up the evening. She wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie knowing that Princess Perfect and her lackey were only a few rows ahead.
"Excuse me," a voice said, tearing Aidan from her thoughts.
Aidan looked up to see an usher. He was probably only sixteen years old, had black Coke-bottle glasses, and an acne problem that no sane dermatologist would ever want to face.
"Yes?" Aidan answered.
"You're going to have to leave the theater," the usher said.
"What?" Aidan asked, confused.
"The management has gotten complaints about your behavior and would appreciate it if you would leave," he elaborated.
" 'Ang on a minute, there, mate," St. John cut in. "Nobody's kickin' me sheila outta 'ere without a fight."
Aidan glanced over to Jean. Jean smirked and raised a finger to her forehead.
"I'm sorry if I didn't make myself clear," the usher said, "but you're also being asked to leave."
"What?!" St. John yelled, drawing the attention of a few other rows.
"John, let's just go," Aidan said, nodding toward Jean and Scott.
"But, Aidan, fa once we didn' do anythin'!" John protested, not catching Aidan's nod.
"If you don't quietly exit the theater, I'll be forced to call security," the usher said.
"Security my arse!" St. John yelled, whipping out his lighter.
"John, NO!" Aidan yelled.
It was too late. A humungous fireball erupted from John's fist, throwing the usher back into the wall.
Everyone within a ten-foot radius jumped out of their seats and hit the floor.
"Now, can we do something?" Jean asked Scott.
"Let's get 'em," Scott agreed.
Scott stood up and blasted the lighter from John's hand.
"Wha d'ya do that for, mate?" John whined.
"That's enough, Pyro," Scott yelled, trying to sound as heroic as possible.
"Now, can we go?" Aidan asked, tugging on John's arm.
Suddenly, Aidan was lifted off of the ground.
"Causing trouble again, Firestorm?" Jean asked.
"Seems like it's the other way around," Aidan retorted as her eyes changed.
The sconces lining the walls burst into flame and Jean lost her focus. In an act of defense, Aidan created a wall of fire around herself and John.
"What now?" John asked.
"Trust me." Aidan grabbed John's hand and created her own form of a back draft that propelled them out of the theater and into the concession stand.
"Oh, my God!" a female usher yelled, running over to them. "Are you all right?"
"Two fire mutants are after us!" Aidan said. "Can you get us out of here?"
"Sure. Follow me."
The girl led them to a rear fire exit. "Here. Be careful."
"Thanks," Aidan said.
"Yeah," John said, reading the girl's nametag, "thanks, Melissa."
Melissa cocked her head as the pair of redheads ran down the alley.
"Now where we goin'?" John asked.
"I dunno," Aidan said. "Think we should take the car?"
"No way. If we so much as scratch 'at thing, Remy'll 'ave me head."
"Then I guess we keep running."
* * *
About twenty minutes later, John and Aidan collapsed side by side on a bench in the park.
"Well," Aidan panted, "this is turning out to be quite a night."
"I know what'cha mean," John panted back. "I can't breathe..."
Aidan chuckled, and after a few more breaths, she spoke again. "Well, we had dinner and a movie. What's next?"
"Boy," John joked, "y'sure are a cheap date. Dinner was two crunchy breadsticks and a glass 'a water, and the movie was a preview for the new Vin Diesel movie and a commercial for aftershave. What a blast!"
"Are there any Dairy Queens open? I'm hankerin' for a Blizzard."
"Y'just say 'hankerin'?"
Suddenly, the trees around them began to twist and sway. They looked up and saw the X-copter.
"Damn it all," John cursed. "I thought we lost them. I don' even 'ave me lighter. Bloody one-eyed arse-hole..."
The helicopter landed and Cyclops, Jean, Rogue, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine exited the ramp.
"Don't think you can get away from us that easily," Cyclops said. "After what happened at the theater, you'll be lucky to get out of here."
"Well, if Jean would just quit bein' jealous of me, we wouldn't have a problem, now would we?" Aidan asked, glaring at Jean.
"See, Kurt," Rogue said. "Ah told ya so."
Jean used her powers and sent John hurtling backwards into a tree.
Aidan's eyes glowed and she shot a stream of fire at Jean. Jean flew backwards, thumping into Wolverine.
Cyclops shot several optic blasts at Aidan who dodged them by completing four back handsprings. When she was right side up again, she created a giant fire elephant that charged the X-Men.
From behind her, John groaned.
"Hey, Pyro!" Aidan yelled. "Get with it!"
Pyro shook his head and noticed the elephant. "Good on ya, sheila!" he yelled, cackling maniacally and taking the pachyderm under his control.
Kurt teleported himself and Rogue behind Aidan. Rogue removed her glove and placed her hand on Aidan's cheek, causing Aidan to wobble and fall to the ground.
"Ah'm sorry," Rogue said. "Ah had to."
Suddenly, Rogue's eyes changed color and fire shot out of her fingertips.
"Rogue! Vhat's going on?" Kurt yelled, bampfing out of the way of the flames.
"I- I can't control it!" Rogue yelled. "It's too much power!"
Pyro noticed Rogue's troubles. "Amateur..." he muttered and then turned to face her. "Lemme 'elp ya, there, love!"
The elephant fizzled away as Pyro drained some of the fire away from Rogue.
For the next few fight sequences, Pyro basically had the X-Men at his mercy. Just as Pyro's confidence was beginning to grow, Rogue gained a little control of Firestorm's powers. She blasted Pyro into a tree, and Wolverine pinned him through the sleeves with his claws.
"G'day, Wolvie," Pyro gulped. "Y'doin' all right?"
Wolverine growled.
"I'll take that as a no..."
As the X-Men moved closer to Pyro, Firestorm began to come to.
"Y'gonna kill me?" Pyro asked.
"Not exactly," Cyclops said.
"But we'll come close," Wolverine snarled.
"Y'know, I'm really not that fond 'a pain-"
Wolverine growled again, cutting Pyro off.
Cyclops looked at Jean. "You wanna take over?"
Jean nodded. As Jean advanced on Pyro, several images began to flash through Rogue's head.
Jean. Aidan. Pyro. "It was a set-up!" "She was just lookin' for Pyro." A woman on fire. A burning barn.
"NNOOOOO!!" Rogue yelled in unison with the little girl in her head.
Fire shot from Rogue in all directions. A column surrounded her and shot into the air about fifty feet.
Kurt bampfed over to Aidan. "Aidan, you must help her!"
"Pyro!" Firestorm yelled. "I'll need your help!"
"Sure thing... um, Wolvie?"
He growled.
"Could ya, uh, lemme go?"
Wolverine retracted his claws; John fell to the ground, and then rushed over to Aidan.
"I'm not sure if this'll work," Aidan said, "but I need to overpower her."
" 'N what d'ya need me for?"
"Help protect the X-Men in case I lose control."
"What? Protect the-"
"Just do it, John! Rogue's my friend and I'm not about to let her be burned from the inside out!"
"Okay..." John said meekly.
Aidan's eyes glowed red on black and she began to smoke. As she walked closer to Rogue, the fires began to burn out, and the column of fire began to transfer from Rogue to Aidan.
"I think it's vorking!" Kurt yelled.
Aidan could feel the fire coming back to her. She felt overloaded and overheated. Rogue really absorbed a lot... Almost involuntarily, her arms began to rise up from her sides.
"John!" she yelled.
"Right!"
Suddenly, two large balls of fire shot out of Aidan's hands. With John's mental help, they missed hitting the X-Men and took out a bench and a fountain.
"What is she doing?!" Cyclops yelled, pulling himself off the ground.
"Shut up!" John shot back. "She's tryin' not ta kill us all!"
"How could she possibly do that?" Jean asked.
Pyro rolled his eyes. It was amazing how much people who lived at a school really didn't know. "Ev'a hear 'a entropy? Heat is the most unstable element in the universe. She has the ability to create that chaos," Pyro explained. "An overload would send that chaos outta 'er at top speed. It's not a pretty thing. Believe me, I've seen it."
Aidan pulled more fire from Rogue. It began to swirl around Aidan in a giant tornado. Dark spots began to form in front of Aidan's eyes and her stomach felt like it contained an entire herd of butterflies. Her skin began to glow.
"John!" she yelled. "It's too much!"
"Just a little more, sheila! Rogue's almost drained."
Rogue was on her knees, her eyes were still like Aidan's, and there was a small ring of fire around her.
Aidan was now within three feet of Rogue. Her skin glowed brighter and she felt her powers boil inside her. She felt like she was going to explode. She had to release her powers somehow. But she couldn't. If she even released the tiniest bit of them now, she could torch the entire park and all in it.
She fought the need to release the fire and Rogue's eyes returned to normal.
"You did it!" John yelled.
Aidan turned toward John. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were glowing... even her hair was glowing.
"Aidan?" John asked.
"I... can't..." Aidan said, holding in the pain of the pent up fire.
A warm wind circled the group of mutants. Aidan tried to think of a way to stop what was about to happen. It was going to erupt from her with the fury of Vesuvius. Maybe if she concentrated she could save them. It worked at the car yard with John... It may work again...
"Aidan!" John said, forcefully. "You can control it. Careful now. Pull it back."
Sweat dripped down Aidan's back and into her eyes. "I... can't..." she repeated. "I'm so sorry..."
A column of fire shot out of Aidan and several miles into the air.
Concentrate... concentrate... Aidan repeated over and over in her mind.
Suddenly, there was a blast of heat, a flash of light, and then blackness...
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Another A/N: Almost forgot the disclaimer. Of course I do not own Herbal Essence, Twizzlers, Coca-Cola, Junior Mints, Snowcaps, Dairy Queen or any of its products. If I did, I would be a multi-millionaire and not sitting in my bedroom in some rinky-dink town on the computer; however, I would be sitting on my yacht in the Caribbean on the computer.
