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Nothing is Set in Stone, the only thing I own. Except for Blaze, of course!
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"You could say I'm a pyromaniac." Blaze had said.
John just stared at her. He had never met another mutant with the same powers as he.
"Well? Aren't you going to tell me who YOU are?" Blaze demanded. She put both hands on the open door and planted herself there, just in case John tried to make a quick getaway.
"I'm John. But most people know me as Pyro." John said.
Blaze's eyebrows rose. She inspected John from the foot up, and her eyes rested a second longer on his shirtless top. "And you actually tried to get out of here without a shirt?"
John looked down. "Oh."
Blaze rolled her eyes, but then looked at John again with a new realization, almost like she recognized him.
"Wait. Did you say your name was Pyro?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Blaze glared at him with hate reflecting in her hazel eyes. She gave him an extra hard shove back.
"Liar." Blaze accused, even though the hate in her eyes told him that she believed him, or at least had a lot of hatred for him? Then John remembered. The Pyro in the future was a murderer, who had killed . . . Bobby. This girl was probably around when it happened.
"No . . . my name IS Pyro." He urged.
"But you can't be. Pyro is way older, and he would not be welcomed here." Blaze said firmly.
"I am. I'm him from the past. And you know what? I'm just as shocked as anyone else would be to learn that I killed my old best friend, all right? So if you'll just move, I'm going to get the heck out of this insane asylum, and learn the truth." Blaze didn't budge, just crossed her arms.
"I told you to move." Pyro said warningly.
"I don't have to listen to you." Blaze replied calmly.
Personally, John liked this girl. She had spunk. But she was in his way . . .
"Move it, or I'll throw this at you." John threatened, flipping his lighter and making a fireball.
Blaze just shrugged. "So? Watch this." Blaze stared at her palm with concentration and made a fireball in her hand.
John gaped at the fireball in her hand. "No fair! How did you do that? I can only manipulate fire, but I can't actually create it!" He was outraged and jealous, but he was also impressed.
"It's easy; I just take the heat from the air or another source and concentrate it into an object." Blaze said coolly as if she had read this from a science book.
"Don't you look smug," John said dryly, "but I WILL learn how to create fire. I will."
"Not if the limitations of your power are only on manipulation of fire. My power can create it, but I can't manipulate other fire sources." Blaze explained.
"Whatever." Then John's original reason for even coming this way came back to him. "Thanks for the science lesson, now MOVE." John had taken her fire ball and now had two: one in each hand.
"No." Blaze said firmly. Then she put her hand in the air and moved it down. The fireballs evaporated into smoke.
Now John was angry. This girl was pretending to be all high and mighty on it. Now it was time to go to the boy's area of expertise: fist-fighting.
He swung a fist up and caught Blaze in the chin, causing her to start to fall backwards. But as she was falling, she kicked a leg up and got him in the chest.
"Oof!" John stepped back, surprised at this sudden and powerful blow. As Blaze fell backwards, she went on her hands and flipped herself back forward. She spun and kicked John with a roundhouse kick, and then put her hand straight and stiff and placed it right next to John's throat. Her other hand was on his chest, pinning him to the wall, and her right foot was stepping on his foot.
"Ok, ok, you win. Just get off my foot, ok?" John admitted reluctantly. He was just glad that nobody, especially not Bobby, had watched him get beaten by a girl.
~Smile for the camera, Pyro. ~ Jean's telepathic voice came in his head. He noticed Blaze grinning her head off, and he saw the hidden camera in the corner.
"Hey John, never been that close to a girl before, have you?" came who John recognized as Bobby's voice on an intercom. He heard a girl, Rogue, giggling in the background.
John felt his face flushing deep red. This was Bobby's idea of a classic joke AND a sort of revenge. John didn't notice that Blaze was now a foot away from him. She was smiling.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" John asked. He was angry, but impressed.
"Well, Jean taught me. She was teaching at my Jr. High, so I asked her if she could teach me some self-defense after school. See, I had just found out I was a fire-starter, and I was afraid of the Mutant Police. My parents didn't know-I couldn't tell them because I knew they would throw me out because it would hurt their political standing. Eventually, though, they found out. At that time I couldn't really control my powers all that well, so at my twelfth birthday party, I got so excited that I accidentally set the cake on fire. After that, they threw me out." Blaze told him, but her eyes were averted to the ground.
"Wait a minute, 'political standing'? What's your dad or mom's job?" John asked, confused.
"Oh, well, they kind of work together. My mom used to be a senator, but now she helps my dad. My dad's the current president of the United States. My name is Liz Johnson."
* * * That was shorter than usual. Reviews please! Oooh, president's daughter. See what happens next!
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"You could say I'm a pyromaniac." Blaze had said.
John just stared at her. He had never met another mutant with the same powers as he.
"Well? Aren't you going to tell me who YOU are?" Blaze demanded. She put both hands on the open door and planted herself there, just in case John tried to make a quick getaway.
"I'm John. But most people know me as Pyro." John said.
Blaze's eyebrows rose. She inspected John from the foot up, and her eyes rested a second longer on his shirtless top. "And you actually tried to get out of here without a shirt?"
John looked down. "Oh."
Blaze rolled her eyes, but then looked at John again with a new realization, almost like she recognized him.
"Wait. Did you say your name was Pyro?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Blaze glared at him with hate reflecting in her hazel eyes. She gave him an extra hard shove back.
"Liar." Blaze accused, even though the hate in her eyes told him that she believed him, or at least had a lot of hatred for him? Then John remembered. The Pyro in the future was a murderer, who had killed . . . Bobby. This girl was probably around when it happened.
"No . . . my name IS Pyro." He urged.
"But you can't be. Pyro is way older, and he would not be welcomed here." Blaze said firmly.
"I am. I'm him from the past. And you know what? I'm just as shocked as anyone else would be to learn that I killed my old best friend, all right? So if you'll just move, I'm going to get the heck out of this insane asylum, and learn the truth." Blaze didn't budge, just crossed her arms.
"I told you to move." Pyro said warningly.
"I don't have to listen to you." Blaze replied calmly.
Personally, John liked this girl. She had spunk. But she was in his way . . .
"Move it, or I'll throw this at you." John threatened, flipping his lighter and making a fireball.
Blaze just shrugged. "So? Watch this." Blaze stared at her palm with concentration and made a fireball in her hand.
John gaped at the fireball in her hand. "No fair! How did you do that? I can only manipulate fire, but I can't actually create it!" He was outraged and jealous, but he was also impressed.
"It's easy; I just take the heat from the air or another source and concentrate it into an object." Blaze said coolly as if she had read this from a science book.
"Don't you look smug," John said dryly, "but I WILL learn how to create fire. I will."
"Not if the limitations of your power are only on manipulation of fire. My power can create it, but I can't manipulate other fire sources." Blaze explained.
"Whatever." Then John's original reason for even coming this way came back to him. "Thanks for the science lesson, now MOVE." John had taken her fire ball and now had two: one in each hand.
"No." Blaze said firmly. Then she put her hand in the air and moved it down. The fireballs evaporated into smoke.
Now John was angry. This girl was pretending to be all high and mighty on it. Now it was time to go to the boy's area of expertise: fist-fighting.
He swung a fist up and caught Blaze in the chin, causing her to start to fall backwards. But as she was falling, she kicked a leg up and got him in the chest.
"Oof!" John stepped back, surprised at this sudden and powerful blow. As Blaze fell backwards, she went on her hands and flipped herself back forward. She spun and kicked John with a roundhouse kick, and then put her hand straight and stiff and placed it right next to John's throat. Her other hand was on his chest, pinning him to the wall, and her right foot was stepping on his foot.
"Ok, ok, you win. Just get off my foot, ok?" John admitted reluctantly. He was just glad that nobody, especially not Bobby, had watched him get beaten by a girl.
~Smile for the camera, Pyro. ~ Jean's telepathic voice came in his head. He noticed Blaze grinning her head off, and he saw the hidden camera in the corner.
"Hey John, never been that close to a girl before, have you?" came who John recognized as Bobby's voice on an intercom. He heard a girl, Rogue, giggling in the background.
John felt his face flushing deep red. This was Bobby's idea of a classic joke AND a sort of revenge. John didn't notice that Blaze was now a foot away from him. She was smiling.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" John asked. He was angry, but impressed.
"Well, Jean taught me. She was teaching at my Jr. High, so I asked her if she could teach me some self-defense after school. See, I had just found out I was a fire-starter, and I was afraid of the Mutant Police. My parents didn't know-I couldn't tell them because I knew they would throw me out because it would hurt their political standing. Eventually, though, they found out. At that time I couldn't really control my powers all that well, so at my twelfth birthday party, I got so excited that I accidentally set the cake on fire. After that, they threw me out." Blaze told him, but her eyes were averted to the ground.
"Wait a minute, 'political standing'? What's your dad or mom's job?" John asked, confused.
"Oh, well, they kind of work together. My mom used to be a senator, but now she helps my dad. My dad's the current president of the United States. My name is Liz Johnson."
* * * That was shorter than usual. Reviews please! Oooh, president's daughter. See what happens next!
