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Oh shoot. John thought angrily. What to do, what to do . . .
The only thing John could come up with was to play stupid. But then he has to save Blaze, otherwise everyone else will accuse him of betrayal . . . again.
"Hello, officer, what's up?" John said cheerily. "Nice weather we're having, huh? Cloudy, cold, and books all around us! Um . . . did you want something?"
"Yeah, come with me, mutant filth." The guy grabbed John's shirt roughly and put his other hand around John's throat. "I'd kill ya now if I wanted to, but the mayor has given me specific orders to take mutants to him . . . and then watch 'em burn at the stake!"
"Burn at the stake? Isn't that what people do to witches?" John asked. "Let me go, I'm not a mutant."
"That what ARE you, pretty boy?"
Did he just call me pretty boy? Barf! John thought. "A resident human being . . . and hey, I hate mutants too, isn't it a small world? Let me go."
"No! I don't think so."
God this guy is stupid. John thought.
"If you insist." John sighed. He didn't even notice John's hands plunging into his pockets to get out his silver lighter while John distracted him by talking.
"Bye-bye." John said with a maniac grin on his face. He flicked it open and sent the guy crashing into the wall, giving him several burns in the process.
John sighed. "That was almost too easy." He walked over to Blaze and checked her pulse. (One of the useful things he learned with the Brotherhood) She's alive, but unconscious.
Suddenly, John felt something like a needle or a dart at the back of his neck, and the drug inside it started to work its magic. John swayed a bit, his eyesight came in and out of focus, and then he collapsed. The person in black who threw the dart shook its head and said,
"Fool. When will those mutants ever learn?"
It was a woman's voice.
Then she looked sharply up at a banging noise inside the vent. Her lips curled into a smile.
"Ah. More mutants."
* * *
"Rogue, can you see what's going on down there?" Bobby asked.
"Not really. But I thought I heard John's voice and another one's talking, and then I saw a blast of fire. Then silence." Rogue reported.
"Hmm. Stick your head out for a second and try and see." Bobby urged.
Rogue nodded and stuck part of her head out. She had just spotted John's and Blaze's body lying crumpled on the ground when something went whizzing past her head. Rogue stiffened with fright as it whizzed past her. She let out the breath she was holding when it missed her by centimeters. Then she caught a glimpse of a figure in black.
"Move, Bobby, MOVE!" Rogue hissed.
"Why?"
"No questions move!" Rogue scrambled past a confused Bobby. Seeing that he wasn't going to join her any time soon, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him until he moved himself.
Rogue moved as fast as she could in the opposite direction they were going, with Bobby trailing behind her.
Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice cackling, "Burn, mutants, BURN!"
"Oh great." Bobby muttered. "We are lost and has a crazy woman serial killer on our back."
Suddenly from the vent opening came a roar, and flames licked the metal walls. It was coming closer and closer to them!
"Bobby!" Rogue cried desperately. She was already covered up, and now she felt like her skin was on fire, it was that hot.
"Hold on, Rogue!" Bobby yelled back. He directed his hands toward the flames, and froze them.
He crawled back to his shaking and sweating girlfriend. She nearly suffocated him in a tight embrace, and a quick kiss.
"Oh my god that was way too close. Way too close." Rogue murmured.
"It's ok." Bobby said in a soothing voice.
"Bobby, we have to move just in case your ice melts."
"All right. Lead the way, whatever the way is."
* * *
Blaze woke up to a splitting headache. She did not anticipate the mutant police to smash her head once she landed on the ground. She didn't even have time to react and set fire to their clothes!
Blaze muttered some curse words as she noticed that she was strapped to a table with metal chains. She tried to turn her head and look around. She groaned as she noticed John, still unconscious, strapped to another table as well. Great. Now she had to worry about saving herself AND the evil idiot. She was relieved that she did not see Bobby or Rogue though. She hoped they had escaped somehow and was now informing the X-Men about their capture. Hopefully.
"Jo-Pyro! Wake up!" Blaze yelled. Don't say real names if captured! Blaze scolded herself.
He didn't even move, or snore, for that matter.
Blaze's irritation level was increasing.
"For god sakes, wake up you useless Australian!" Blaze yelled, not intending to try and wake him up, but instead to vent her anger on him the best she could.
But to her surprise, he did wake up!
"Who're you calling useless? And Australian?" John demanded grumpily.
"YOU, who else?" Blaze retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.
This did not improve John's grumpiness one bit.
"Shut up Liz!" John said, emphasizing her name with great dislike.
"Are you that dumb?!" Blaze screeched. "Don't say our names out loud, dummy! Not that even is my real name in the first place. Sorry, not, that I lied but to tell you the truth, I didn't trust you!"
Of course, THAT was the real lie, since she needed to somehow fool whoever was listening of that. Her real name is Liz.
John's eyes grew wide. "Really? Well, that doesn't really matter since NOBODY trusts me anyway so why would you be any different! Even when I was back at the manor, nobody trusted me anyway, so what would it matter? Why should I listen to all your blah, blah, blah, blah!" John's Australian accent had come back, and he was in a crazy rant now. Blaze sensed this and needed him to calm down before he gave anything away.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, just calm down, okay? You're giving me a headache."
"I'M GIVING YOU A HEADACHE? YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!"
"And I'm not helping." Blaze sighed.
Suddenly, John began struggling against his STEEL bounds.
"Stop it! You're going to waste all your energy!" Blaze ordered.
John cursed at her but obeyed.
"So I suppose we're right. Mutants and Subject #2 are on the edge of emotion, and with the explosive powers can cause much damage. Subject #2 is the male, of course." A man in a white lab coat approached them.
"Why am I number two? Does that mean SHE'S number one?" John demanded. "I feel so cheated."
Blaze thought that due to this situation, she shouldn't, but she just couldn't resist one smirk.
"Subject #1, the female, makes very unusual and rude facial expressions." The man continued.
Blaze's mouth opened in protest. "Excuse me, if you lived in the real world, all teenagers and even adults have smirked before. Look! Look, YOU'RE doing it now!"
"Whether or not I or any other NORMAL teenager does it, it's because you are a mutant, and rude expressions made by a mutant are not tolerated in this new world." The man said stiffly.
"Well, I've lived in a pretty crummy world as a mutant, but I see that this place is worse than where I used to live!" John said.
"Besides, how do you even know that I am a mutant? I don't have any powers and you knocked me out before I even saw you!" Blaze protested. "I swear!"
"But Subject #2 is a mutant. And you should know that associating with mutants cause yourself to be identified as a mutant yourself." The man said.
"Yeah, well . . ." John was able to stick his middle finger at the man.
"Stop calling me subject #2. I am not a subject or a thing. I am a person, and I could kill you right now if I wanted to." John bluffed. He couldn't reach his lighter.
"Subject 2, threats will do nothing, since we have observed your power, and you seemed to have needed the use of that silver lighter to activate it. And . . ." The man reached into his pocket and took out John's lighter.
"Son of a-" John tried in vain to wriggle out of his bonds.
"Give that back!" John demanded.
"And be burned? I think not."
"What do you want with us? Since we're 'subjects' that means we're supposed to do something, right? Well, what is it?" Blaze asked.
"Seems Subject 1 is smarter and more logical than subject 2." The man observed, and then wrote something onto his clipboard.
John was very angry and did the "rude finger gesture" again.
"We of the government are not stupid-" the man began,
"Actually it is. I should know." Blaze muttered bitterly, remembering her father and mother, both politicians.
"-we know that we cannot eliminate all of the mutants in the world. It is physically impossible. So we've decided to make use of the mutants while we have to put up with them and their filth. And we've worked for years to perfect this, and needed a male and female mutant to test this on."
"Why?" John asked in a suspicious tone. Neither John nor Blaze liked where this was going.
The man had a very annoying cherry voice on. "We're going to inject you with a super gene that makes you more powerful the U.S. Army, and then you two are going to mate and have a super child. And if the public gets bored and angry due to the lack of dying mutants, then Subject 2 will have to go."
Both their jaws dropped, and they glared at each other like it was the other's fault.
"Ew, ew, ew, EW!" Blaze looked like she was going to throw up.
"God you people are SICK!" John was disgusted.
"I don't even like him!"
"I don't even like her!"
"AT ALL!" They both yelled in unison.
"Quiet, both of you!" A figure in the doorway ordered.
Their curiosity shut them up and they watched the figure, wondering who it could be. John's eyes narrowed, feeling as if he had met whoever it was before. The voice was feminine, and very familiar.
The two didn't know it, but it was the same black figure that Rogue had seen, the one who tried to kill them.
The woman removed the hood to reveal short red hair and . . . yellow eyes.
"Mystique!" John shouted. But it wasn't Mystique. It looked like her; except for the tiny little detail that she wasn't blue anymore. She was tan.
Mystique blinked. "I am not Mystique. My name is Raven. You, little mutant filth, have no idea what you are talking about."
"Hello? I know you, you know me. You were blue, and you convinced me to go into the helicopter?" John urged.
She looked confused.
"Ignore them Experiment-I mean, Raven." The man corrected himself.
So they brain washed Mystique or something, John thought.
Oh damn, John's heart skipped a beat as a dreading thought came to mind, if Mystique couldn't get away and get experimented, how the hell are we going to get out? I'm sure Blaze doesn't want to get pregnant, and I don't want to do that because that's just really wrong and disgusting.
"Pyro . . ." Blaze squeaked.
"What?"
"I really, really hope Iceman and Rogue get help soon."
* * *
Oh shoot. John thought angrily. What to do, what to do . . .
The only thing John could come up with was to play stupid. But then he has to save Blaze, otherwise everyone else will accuse him of betrayal . . . again.
"Hello, officer, what's up?" John said cheerily. "Nice weather we're having, huh? Cloudy, cold, and books all around us! Um . . . did you want something?"
"Yeah, come with me, mutant filth." The guy grabbed John's shirt roughly and put his other hand around John's throat. "I'd kill ya now if I wanted to, but the mayor has given me specific orders to take mutants to him . . . and then watch 'em burn at the stake!"
"Burn at the stake? Isn't that what people do to witches?" John asked. "Let me go, I'm not a mutant."
"That what ARE you, pretty boy?"
Did he just call me pretty boy? Barf! John thought. "A resident human being . . . and hey, I hate mutants too, isn't it a small world? Let me go."
"No! I don't think so."
God this guy is stupid. John thought.
"If you insist." John sighed. He didn't even notice John's hands plunging into his pockets to get out his silver lighter while John distracted him by talking.
"Bye-bye." John said with a maniac grin on his face. He flicked it open and sent the guy crashing into the wall, giving him several burns in the process.
John sighed. "That was almost too easy." He walked over to Blaze and checked her pulse. (One of the useful things he learned with the Brotherhood) She's alive, but unconscious.
Suddenly, John felt something like a needle or a dart at the back of his neck, and the drug inside it started to work its magic. John swayed a bit, his eyesight came in and out of focus, and then he collapsed. The person in black who threw the dart shook its head and said,
"Fool. When will those mutants ever learn?"
It was a woman's voice.
Then she looked sharply up at a banging noise inside the vent. Her lips curled into a smile.
"Ah. More mutants."
* * *
"Rogue, can you see what's going on down there?" Bobby asked.
"Not really. But I thought I heard John's voice and another one's talking, and then I saw a blast of fire. Then silence." Rogue reported.
"Hmm. Stick your head out for a second and try and see." Bobby urged.
Rogue nodded and stuck part of her head out. She had just spotted John's and Blaze's body lying crumpled on the ground when something went whizzing past her head. Rogue stiffened with fright as it whizzed past her. She let out the breath she was holding when it missed her by centimeters. Then she caught a glimpse of a figure in black.
"Move, Bobby, MOVE!" Rogue hissed.
"Why?"
"No questions move!" Rogue scrambled past a confused Bobby. Seeing that he wasn't going to join her any time soon, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him until he moved himself.
Rogue moved as fast as she could in the opposite direction they were going, with Bobby trailing behind her.
Suddenly, she heard a woman's voice cackling, "Burn, mutants, BURN!"
"Oh great." Bobby muttered. "We are lost and has a crazy woman serial killer on our back."
Suddenly from the vent opening came a roar, and flames licked the metal walls. It was coming closer and closer to them!
"Bobby!" Rogue cried desperately. She was already covered up, and now she felt like her skin was on fire, it was that hot.
"Hold on, Rogue!" Bobby yelled back. He directed his hands toward the flames, and froze them.
He crawled back to his shaking and sweating girlfriend. She nearly suffocated him in a tight embrace, and a quick kiss.
"Oh my god that was way too close. Way too close." Rogue murmured.
"It's ok." Bobby said in a soothing voice.
"Bobby, we have to move just in case your ice melts."
"All right. Lead the way, whatever the way is."
* * *
Blaze woke up to a splitting headache. She did not anticipate the mutant police to smash her head once she landed on the ground. She didn't even have time to react and set fire to their clothes!
Blaze muttered some curse words as she noticed that she was strapped to a table with metal chains. She tried to turn her head and look around. She groaned as she noticed John, still unconscious, strapped to another table as well. Great. Now she had to worry about saving herself AND the evil idiot. She was relieved that she did not see Bobby or Rogue though. She hoped they had escaped somehow and was now informing the X-Men about their capture. Hopefully.
"Jo-Pyro! Wake up!" Blaze yelled. Don't say real names if captured! Blaze scolded herself.
He didn't even move, or snore, for that matter.
Blaze's irritation level was increasing.
"For god sakes, wake up you useless Australian!" Blaze yelled, not intending to try and wake him up, but instead to vent her anger on him the best she could.
But to her surprise, he did wake up!
"Who're you calling useless? And Australian?" John demanded grumpily.
"YOU, who else?" Blaze retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.
This did not improve John's grumpiness one bit.
"Shut up Liz!" John said, emphasizing her name with great dislike.
"Are you that dumb?!" Blaze screeched. "Don't say our names out loud, dummy! Not that even is my real name in the first place. Sorry, not, that I lied but to tell you the truth, I didn't trust you!"
Of course, THAT was the real lie, since she needed to somehow fool whoever was listening of that. Her real name is Liz.
John's eyes grew wide. "Really? Well, that doesn't really matter since NOBODY trusts me anyway so why would you be any different! Even when I was back at the manor, nobody trusted me anyway, so what would it matter? Why should I listen to all your blah, blah, blah, blah!" John's Australian accent had come back, and he was in a crazy rant now. Blaze sensed this and needed him to calm down before he gave anything away.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, just calm down, okay? You're giving me a headache."
"I'M GIVING YOU A HEADACHE? YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!"
"And I'm not helping." Blaze sighed.
Suddenly, John began struggling against his STEEL bounds.
"Stop it! You're going to waste all your energy!" Blaze ordered.
John cursed at her but obeyed.
"So I suppose we're right. Mutants and Subject #2 are on the edge of emotion, and with the explosive powers can cause much damage. Subject #2 is the male, of course." A man in a white lab coat approached them.
"Why am I number two? Does that mean SHE'S number one?" John demanded. "I feel so cheated."
Blaze thought that due to this situation, she shouldn't, but she just couldn't resist one smirk.
"Subject #1, the female, makes very unusual and rude facial expressions." The man continued.
Blaze's mouth opened in protest. "Excuse me, if you lived in the real world, all teenagers and even adults have smirked before. Look! Look, YOU'RE doing it now!"
"Whether or not I or any other NORMAL teenager does it, it's because you are a mutant, and rude expressions made by a mutant are not tolerated in this new world." The man said stiffly.
"Well, I've lived in a pretty crummy world as a mutant, but I see that this place is worse than where I used to live!" John said.
"Besides, how do you even know that I am a mutant? I don't have any powers and you knocked me out before I even saw you!" Blaze protested. "I swear!"
"But Subject #2 is a mutant. And you should know that associating with mutants cause yourself to be identified as a mutant yourself." The man said.
"Yeah, well . . ." John was able to stick his middle finger at the man.
"Stop calling me subject #2. I am not a subject or a thing. I am a person, and I could kill you right now if I wanted to." John bluffed. He couldn't reach his lighter.
"Subject 2, threats will do nothing, since we have observed your power, and you seemed to have needed the use of that silver lighter to activate it. And . . ." The man reached into his pocket and took out John's lighter.
"Son of a-" John tried in vain to wriggle out of his bonds.
"Give that back!" John demanded.
"And be burned? I think not."
"What do you want with us? Since we're 'subjects' that means we're supposed to do something, right? Well, what is it?" Blaze asked.
"Seems Subject 1 is smarter and more logical than subject 2." The man observed, and then wrote something onto his clipboard.
John was very angry and did the "rude finger gesture" again.
"We of the government are not stupid-" the man began,
"Actually it is. I should know." Blaze muttered bitterly, remembering her father and mother, both politicians.
"-we know that we cannot eliminate all of the mutants in the world. It is physically impossible. So we've decided to make use of the mutants while we have to put up with them and their filth. And we've worked for years to perfect this, and needed a male and female mutant to test this on."
"Why?" John asked in a suspicious tone. Neither John nor Blaze liked where this was going.
The man had a very annoying cherry voice on. "We're going to inject you with a super gene that makes you more powerful the U.S. Army, and then you two are going to mate and have a super child. And if the public gets bored and angry due to the lack of dying mutants, then Subject 2 will have to go."
Both their jaws dropped, and they glared at each other like it was the other's fault.
"Ew, ew, ew, EW!" Blaze looked like she was going to throw up.
"God you people are SICK!" John was disgusted.
"I don't even like him!"
"I don't even like her!"
"AT ALL!" They both yelled in unison.
"Quiet, both of you!" A figure in the doorway ordered.
Their curiosity shut them up and they watched the figure, wondering who it could be. John's eyes narrowed, feeling as if he had met whoever it was before. The voice was feminine, and very familiar.
The two didn't know it, but it was the same black figure that Rogue had seen, the one who tried to kill them.
The woman removed the hood to reveal short red hair and . . . yellow eyes.
"Mystique!" John shouted. But it wasn't Mystique. It looked like her; except for the tiny little detail that she wasn't blue anymore. She was tan.
Mystique blinked. "I am not Mystique. My name is Raven. You, little mutant filth, have no idea what you are talking about."
"Hello? I know you, you know me. You were blue, and you convinced me to go into the helicopter?" John urged.
She looked confused.
"Ignore them Experiment-I mean, Raven." The man corrected himself.
So they brain washed Mystique or something, John thought.
Oh damn, John's heart skipped a beat as a dreading thought came to mind, if Mystique couldn't get away and get experimented, how the hell are we going to get out? I'm sure Blaze doesn't want to get pregnant, and I don't want to do that because that's just really wrong and disgusting.
"Pyro . . ." Blaze squeaked.
"What?"
"I really, really hope Iceman and Rogue get help soon."
