Here's a story. Raven made me type this because she's incompetent computer-
wise. Am I the only one who grew up with a computer? No. I'm just the only
one who ever bothered to learn to type. Well, Anel had to because her
school has a required computer class. So.. I ramble. I'd really rather be
sleeping right now-who wouldn't?-but Ravens buggin' about getting this
posted. So the gist of the story is that the FoH (Friends of Humanity) are
after Pyro. Also, Red says she went to an Aussie slang site for all the..
um .. slang, and if any of its outdated or used improperly, well.. sucks
for her. I really don't understand the title of this either and that annoys
me. Anel and Red both make up titles that make no sense.
Disclaimer-You know it, I know it, that guy standing in the corner might know it; we do not own X-Men.
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I'm not insane. It's true, I am a pyromaniac, but other than that I'm not really crazy. Usually I act that way when I'm bored. Like that morning. Piotr and I were the only ones in the base. My favorite person to annoy, Remy, was off on some mission somewhere. Magneto, I swear the man's got some island he goes to so he doesn't have to put up with us all the time. Mastermind and Sabretooth.. I really don't care and I don't WANT to know.
I walked into the living room-if you can call it that. It's barely big enough to hold the tiny piece-of-shit sofa and the pile of bolts that's supposed to be a TV. Honestly, I can't figure out why we have this huge base, with all the high-tech defense systems and electronics, but we can't have a decent sized television. The image on the screen changed the moment I stepped in the room, and I saw Piotr stuff the remote under one of the cushions.
"Watchin' your soaps then, mate? You want me to leave?" Petey gave me one of his looks, you know the one, the 'Please leave me alone because I don't want to have to kill you,' look. Or maybe you don't and it's just me.
"I don't watch that drivel, John," though I knew he was lying, and he knew I knew. His favorite is 'Days of Our Lives'.
"So, you know if there's anything happening today? Or is Magneto gonna come in here and start screamin' cause you forgot to tell me to do somethin' important?" he gave me that look again and I decided to get out of there before I ended up short one leg.
When I was halfway down the hall I heard a man say "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives," which must have signified the end of the show because Piotr swore loudly.
"Now I have to wait until tomorrow to find out who the killer is!" Oh well. Now I was officially bored. There was nothing to do in the base. Magneto had put a block on his computer system so I wouldn't be able to download anymore videogames, so that was out. Going through everyone's private belongings was out because they all can tell if I do. Vicky's animal powers give him a good sense of smell so he can..um.. smell if I've been in his room, Mastermind.. well, that's obvious, and Remy's "De master t'eif" so he'll know if his stuff's been moved. I feel it was one of those 'Woe is me,' situations.
So, I did the only thing I could do. I went to the mall.
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The mall, a haven for America's youth. Glad I'm not American. The only reason you'd find me at the mall was for the reason I had gone there that day. I was bored. As I almost always was, but with everyone off doing whatever I really had no choice but to go.
Of course the mall had nothing I was really interested in either. There was the food court, that skateboarders store with the free phone that you weren't supposed to use for long distance calls, but I did anyway, and the Playstation, plus I could always shoot off a fireball and set off the sprinkler system. Sometimes I went into Victoria's Secret and pretended to be buying thongs which really got the manager pissed off, especially when I asked if I could try them on. Other than that, there was really nothing to do. Maybe if I had any friends up here I could bring them around to make fun of people, but it wouldn't work if they didn't get my jokes, which most people don't.
I sat on a bench outside of some fancy jewelry store. This would be an easy one. I stared at the display cases. Just stared. I shook my head, and pretended to mumble to myself then moved on to the next piece of gold. Then I glanced up quickly at the man behind the counter. He was watching me nervously. A teenager outside the store was bad enough to him, but one that seemed to be deciding what he wanted to steal was too much. I stood and reached inside my pocket. Now he looked about ready to pass out. I pulled my hand out and went over to the vending machine and stuck my dollar in.
"Oh, I just don't know what to get." I said loudly enough that the man should have heard me. Then I walked in front of the store and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He looked confused but relieved. Bloody idiot.
That trick only bought small thrills. I liked to get people mad. It was fun to see how far you could push them before they went over the edge. Then it was even more fun to figure out a way to escape their wrath. Which was usually either a hissy fit or they tried to beat the living crap out of you. Either way it was hilarious.
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There was something wrong. I couldn't tell what it was but something was wrong. It was one of those feelings you just get. And I had it now. I kept looking over my shoulder. There was no one following me. At least no one I could see. Maybe that jewelry guy had reported me and the rent-a-cops were out on the prowl. That made me decide it was time to go. I couldn't afford to get banned from the mall. Anytime we do something wrong that Mags hadn't ordered he gets pissed and.. well I'd rather not talk about it.
Once I was outside I began to feel a little better. Of course I still had to wait for the bus, but that was okay. So long as I didn't get on the wrong one.. again. Once more, I'd rather not talk about it. I sat on the bench, which was empty except for me of course, until a really fat bloke came and sat next to me.
"You got a lighter, kid?" he asked. Of course I did.
"Nope. I don't smoke." He eyed me. I looked away but I could still feel him looking at me. I began to feel paranoid. I don't like it when people stare at me.
"Hey, are you from England? You sound English." He sounded so certain that I was British I almost felt sorry for telling him off.
"No. I'm not a bloody Pommy. I'm from Australia," he seemed a bit taken aback.
"Hey, don't you be giving me attitude punk. Wait.." I froze, "Ain't you one of those mutants? Yeah, I have a photographic memory. I saw you on TV! You're one of them X- Guys ain't you?" he seemed pretty proud of himself for getting something half- right.
"No. Look, mate, why don't you leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for your American stupidity."
"What? Ain't no one knocks on me, or my country right to my face, mutie!" he growled.
"Sod off, Yank," I said, standing up. His hand shot out to grab my coat but I dodged out of the way.
"Help! That kid's a mutant! He's gonna rob the mall!" Shit, how would I rob a mall? I began to run without looking back to see if anyone was chasing me. In my experience, if someone says that a mutant is going to do something wrong, people are going to believe them. I heard someone yell for me to stop, I don't know why they do that, it's not like I would really listen. There were footsteps behind me, and whoever it was, they were faster. It was get caught or fight. I think I made the wrong decision. Not that letting myself get caught was a good decision, but I really made it worse.
I dug in my pocket, my heart jumping into my throat when I couldn't find my lighter. Then I remembered. It was in my coat pocket. I had put it there so I wouldn't forget where it was. There was a vhoom sound as the fire exploded into a wall behind me. I didn't want to hurt anyone; it certainly wouldn't help my cause. Which was to get away with the least injury done unto myself. I heard someone scream. It sounded like a man screaming like a woman. Someone shouted "Shoot it! Shoot the freak!" Even so, I was surprised when someone did shoot. The first two shots missed, and the next few would have hit me if I hadn't made the fire hot enough to melt the bullets.
This was getting to be a piss off. Sure, I had been shot at with laser eye beams and lightning but with a /gun/? That was insulting. So they thought they could take me out with a couple of bullets? Like bloody hell.
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Fortunately someone had more sense than me. Sense enough to know that turning humans into walking torches was a bad thing. I heard a familiar sound. Someone grabbed me and then I heard the sound again. When you teleport the sound is muffled, you also feel like your being sucked into some kind of vortex. It gave me motion sickness. I swayed for a moment then I realized that the mall was gone and I was surrounded by trees. I could still hear gunfire in the distance and also police sirens.
"Oh.. hell. I am so bloody fucking screwed," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.
"Vell, maybe you shouldn't have tried to burn down the mall, Pyro." I recognized that voice. It belonged to that X-Man, Nightcrawler. I looked over at him.
"It wasn't my fault! That fat bugger- wait, I don't have to explain myself to you, /X-Man/," there was a chorus of shouting in the distance. It sounded like the police. "Look, /mate/ I gotta go." I turned to do so, though I wasn't really sure where I was heading. I'm not the woodsy type.
"Vait! You should probably go to the institute. Maybe the professor could help you out of this." He didn't sound like he was joking.
"I doubt it. Why would he even care? Oh, that's right; you're the 'good guys'. Well I don't think there's much he'd be able to do, anyway," I wondered what kind of animals there would be running around out here. Raccoons, coyotes, what else did America have? Lions? No, mountain lions.. were there mountain lions in Bayville? I began to reconsider my decision not to go to the institute. Maybe the professor /could/ help.
"Fine then. See you on the ten 'o clock news," he waved and seemed about to port away.
"Wait!.. Um, it couldn't hurt to try. I mean, it wouldn't do for me to end up in prison or with.. or get deported or something." He nodded then put his hand on my shoulder. I braced myself, maybe if I-
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Xavier only looked at me. I had just finished telling him what had happened at the mall. I had told the whole truth. Nothing about my attempts to amuse myself, just the part when I'd gone out to the bus stop. I knew I wouldn't be able to lie. He could read minds. You try to lie to him and see how well you do.
I began to feel nervous. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was it hopeless? He was really starting to bug me. Blue Boy and I had had to teleport several times to get to the institute. When I asked why we couldn't have taken a cab, he told me his friends were at the mall but he didn't want to risk looking for them to get a ride. When I told him that that wasn't what I'd asked he said we didn't have time to be stupid. Combining paranoia and motion sickness wasn't a very good idea. I needed to sit but I decided that wasn't a good idea either. That Wolverine bloke was giving me the evil eye.
"Well, John, I'm not sure what I can do," finally, but it wasn't what I was hoping for.
"What? Aren't you some kind of genius? Why can't you think of anything? I can't go to jail! Do you know what Magneto would do to me if he finds out what I did? What'll he do if I end up in jail? Oh fuck, he's gonna kill me! I don't want to die. You can't let me die!" by the end of my little speech, my voice had risen high enough to break a window.
"Calm down, John. Nothing bad is going to happen. You just need to relax." I couldn't relax. I think I was having a panic attack. I wasn't really afraid that Magneto would kill me. There are some things worse than death. Really, terribly bad things. I began to feel really dizzy. What if I passed out? That's what I put my energy into /not/ doing. "John? Do you feel alright? What else would Magneto do?"
"I.. I'm fine. Hey, I don't remember telling you that you could read my thoughts!" There was a sudden flare of anger, but it was dominated by a sick feeling in my stomach that he /knew/. Now Magneto really /was/ going to kill me.
"When you began to feel dizzy your head swam and projected what was in your mind. I can't figure out what it is that you're afraid of. Some kind of ring?" Shit. Bloody fucking shit. He knew, he had to know. He knew half at least. I couldn't tell him any more than that. Magneto was going to kill me and put my head on a pike.
"No. It's nothing. Maybe you saw a noose. Not a bad way to get rid of me but I think Mags'd get more creative then that." There were looks of concern on all the adults' faces. Those two, Scott and Jean. Why were they here? It was really no ones business but mine and the professors. I was turning my fear into anger. The professor could tell I was lying. I saw it. Thankfully he only nodded.
"Very well, John. You can stay here tonight while we figure out a way to help you." I knew a dismissal when I heard one.
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After I left the professors little conference room I couldn't figure out where to go. All the X-Men in the halls gave me either dirty looks, confused looks, or just ignored me. The only one in the kitchen was Shadow Cat. She wouldn't shut up so I went and sat on the front steps. It was dark and quiet. Perfect. I needed to think.
There was no way I was going to get out of this. Maybe with the police, but not with Magneto. I was dead. By morning, wherever he was, he would know about the incident at the mall. Then he would find out that I'd slipped. Not entirely, but he would still have a mental fit. I felt sick again. The prospect of death wasn't very appealing. There were /so/ many ways he could kill me, but he would torture me first. Not with those thumb twisters, or anything that involved violence. He'd save that for my execution. Definitely worse than death. The man was truly insane. No wonder his kids weren't the full quid.
"Hey, what're you doin' here?" I jumped at the sound of Rogues voice. Not just because I was on edge but because she gives me the creeps. There's a thing called excess, Raccoon Eyes. Of course that's not what I said out loud. I wasn't really up for a nap.
"Waiting to die," I said.
"What do you mean?" None of your bloody business.
"I gave myself the royal screw job at the mall. Don't you watch the news?" going to the mall had been my first mistake. I should have just annoyed Pete.
"Ah heard Jean say somethin' about that. So Ah guess the professors helping you or you wouldn't be sittin' out here." I wished she would pick up on my mood and bugger off. Talking to the fat man had been my second mistake.
"Yeah-huh. He has yet to find a light bulb, told me to stay here tonight." She scowled.
"Light bulb?"
"Yeah, you know how in the cartoons the little rabbit or whatever the hell it is, when they get an idea a little bulb pops over their head?" she looked like she felt stupid.
"Oh. You know, the Profs rarely stumped about something. Unless he's trying to figure out something else. There somethin' you're hiding from him?" Crap. That's what he was doing. He knew exactly how to help me he just wanted to get me to fess up. I was about to say something when his voice played in my head.
-John, I think you should come inside- I focused.
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-Listen- I did. There were police sirens. I think I moved faster than Pietro getting inside the mansion. I didn't know where to go. There was a flash in my head and I saw a map of the mansion and a room. I went there.
The professor talked to the police then he came to tell me he had done the best he could to get rid of them. He also said he'd been unable to defer them from getting a warrant. They'd be back tomorrow afternoon. I could also sleep there for the night. Who could sleep?
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That's all for now, friends. Raven already started on the next chapter and several more. She puts Anel and I to shame. Anyhoo.. she wants me to give you a preview, so here it is, stupid non Italics:
~Spyke sneered. He didn't trust me. Why would he?
"Every time the humans start to at least tolerate us, one of you Acolytes goes and ruins it. Why should we let you stay with us?" if I hesitated it could ruin the small chance I had.
"Because, I.. you don't know what Magneto can do to me. If he finds me."
"Then why don't you tell us?" the former X-Man queried. Very well. ~
That's all you get you bloodthirsty Pyro Fangirl(boy?)! Review please! Cheers mate. Jolly good!
Disclaimer-You know it, I know it, that guy standing in the corner might know it; we do not own X-Men.
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I'm not insane. It's true, I am a pyromaniac, but other than that I'm not really crazy. Usually I act that way when I'm bored. Like that morning. Piotr and I were the only ones in the base. My favorite person to annoy, Remy, was off on some mission somewhere. Magneto, I swear the man's got some island he goes to so he doesn't have to put up with us all the time. Mastermind and Sabretooth.. I really don't care and I don't WANT to know.
I walked into the living room-if you can call it that. It's barely big enough to hold the tiny piece-of-shit sofa and the pile of bolts that's supposed to be a TV. Honestly, I can't figure out why we have this huge base, with all the high-tech defense systems and electronics, but we can't have a decent sized television. The image on the screen changed the moment I stepped in the room, and I saw Piotr stuff the remote under one of the cushions.
"Watchin' your soaps then, mate? You want me to leave?" Petey gave me one of his looks, you know the one, the 'Please leave me alone because I don't want to have to kill you,' look. Or maybe you don't and it's just me.
"I don't watch that drivel, John," though I knew he was lying, and he knew I knew. His favorite is 'Days of Our Lives'.
"So, you know if there's anything happening today? Or is Magneto gonna come in here and start screamin' cause you forgot to tell me to do somethin' important?" he gave me that look again and I decided to get out of there before I ended up short one leg.
When I was halfway down the hall I heard a man say "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives," which must have signified the end of the show because Piotr swore loudly.
"Now I have to wait until tomorrow to find out who the killer is!" Oh well. Now I was officially bored. There was nothing to do in the base. Magneto had put a block on his computer system so I wouldn't be able to download anymore videogames, so that was out. Going through everyone's private belongings was out because they all can tell if I do. Vicky's animal powers give him a good sense of smell so he can..um.. smell if I've been in his room, Mastermind.. well, that's obvious, and Remy's "De master t'eif" so he'll know if his stuff's been moved. I feel it was one of those 'Woe is me,' situations.
So, I did the only thing I could do. I went to the mall.
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The mall, a haven for America's youth. Glad I'm not American. The only reason you'd find me at the mall was for the reason I had gone there that day. I was bored. As I almost always was, but with everyone off doing whatever I really had no choice but to go.
Of course the mall had nothing I was really interested in either. There was the food court, that skateboarders store with the free phone that you weren't supposed to use for long distance calls, but I did anyway, and the Playstation, plus I could always shoot off a fireball and set off the sprinkler system. Sometimes I went into Victoria's Secret and pretended to be buying thongs which really got the manager pissed off, especially when I asked if I could try them on. Other than that, there was really nothing to do. Maybe if I had any friends up here I could bring them around to make fun of people, but it wouldn't work if they didn't get my jokes, which most people don't.
I sat on a bench outside of some fancy jewelry store. This would be an easy one. I stared at the display cases. Just stared. I shook my head, and pretended to mumble to myself then moved on to the next piece of gold. Then I glanced up quickly at the man behind the counter. He was watching me nervously. A teenager outside the store was bad enough to him, but one that seemed to be deciding what he wanted to steal was too much. I stood and reached inside my pocket. Now he looked about ready to pass out. I pulled my hand out and went over to the vending machine and stuck my dollar in.
"Oh, I just don't know what to get." I said loudly enough that the man should have heard me. Then I walked in front of the store and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He looked confused but relieved. Bloody idiot.
That trick only bought small thrills. I liked to get people mad. It was fun to see how far you could push them before they went over the edge. Then it was even more fun to figure out a way to escape their wrath. Which was usually either a hissy fit or they tried to beat the living crap out of you. Either way it was hilarious.
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There was something wrong. I couldn't tell what it was but something was wrong. It was one of those feelings you just get. And I had it now. I kept looking over my shoulder. There was no one following me. At least no one I could see. Maybe that jewelry guy had reported me and the rent-a-cops were out on the prowl. That made me decide it was time to go. I couldn't afford to get banned from the mall. Anytime we do something wrong that Mags hadn't ordered he gets pissed and.. well I'd rather not talk about it.
Once I was outside I began to feel a little better. Of course I still had to wait for the bus, but that was okay. So long as I didn't get on the wrong one.. again. Once more, I'd rather not talk about it. I sat on the bench, which was empty except for me of course, until a really fat bloke came and sat next to me.
"You got a lighter, kid?" he asked. Of course I did.
"Nope. I don't smoke." He eyed me. I looked away but I could still feel him looking at me. I began to feel paranoid. I don't like it when people stare at me.
"Hey, are you from England? You sound English." He sounded so certain that I was British I almost felt sorry for telling him off.
"No. I'm not a bloody Pommy. I'm from Australia," he seemed a bit taken aback.
"Hey, don't you be giving me attitude punk. Wait.." I froze, "Ain't you one of those mutants? Yeah, I have a photographic memory. I saw you on TV! You're one of them X- Guys ain't you?" he seemed pretty proud of himself for getting something half- right.
"No. Look, mate, why don't you leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for your American stupidity."
"What? Ain't no one knocks on me, or my country right to my face, mutie!" he growled.
"Sod off, Yank," I said, standing up. His hand shot out to grab my coat but I dodged out of the way.
"Help! That kid's a mutant! He's gonna rob the mall!" Shit, how would I rob a mall? I began to run without looking back to see if anyone was chasing me. In my experience, if someone says that a mutant is going to do something wrong, people are going to believe them. I heard someone yell for me to stop, I don't know why they do that, it's not like I would really listen. There were footsteps behind me, and whoever it was, they were faster. It was get caught or fight. I think I made the wrong decision. Not that letting myself get caught was a good decision, but I really made it worse.
I dug in my pocket, my heart jumping into my throat when I couldn't find my lighter. Then I remembered. It was in my coat pocket. I had put it there so I wouldn't forget where it was. There was a vhoom sound as the fire exploded into a wall behind me. I didn't want to hurt anyone; it certainly wouldn't help my cause. Which was to get away with the least injury done unto myself. I heard someone scream. It sounded like a man screaming like a woman. Someone shouted "Shoot it! Shoot the freak!" Even so, I was surprised when someone did shoot. The first two shots missed, and the next few would have hit me if I hadn't made the fire hot enough to melt the bullets.
This was getting to be a piss off. Sure, I had been shot at with laser eye beams and lightning but with a /gun/? That was insulting. So they thought they could take me out with a couple of bullets? Like bloody hell.
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Fortunately someone had more sense than me. Sense enough to know that turning humans into walking torches was a bad thing. I heard a familiar sound. Someone grabbed me and then I heard the sound again. When you teleport the sound is muffled, you also feel like your being sucked into some kind of vortex. It gave me motion sickness. I swayed for a moment then I realized that the mall was gone and I was surrounded by trees. I could still hear gunfire in the distance and also police sirens.
"Oh.. hell. I am so bloody fucking screwed," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.
"Vell, maybe you shouldn't have tried to burn down the mall, Pyro." I recognized that voice. It belonged to that X-Man, Nightcrawler. I looked over at him.
"It wasn't my fault! That fat bugger- wait, I don't have to explain myself to you, /X-Man/," there was a chorus of shouting in the distance. It sounded like the police. "Look, /mate/ I gotta go." I turned to do so, though I wasn't really sure where I was heading. I'm not the woodsy type.
"Vait! You should probably go to the institute. Maybe the professor could help you out of this." He didn't sound like he was joking.
"I doubt it. Why would he even care? Oh, that's right; you're the 'good guys'. Well I don't think there's much he'd be able to do, anyway," I wondered what kind of animals there would be running around out here. Raccoons, coyotes, what else did America have? Lions? No, mountain lions.. were there mountain lions in Bayville? I began to reconsider my decision not to go to the institute. Maybe the professor /could/ help.
"Fine then. See you on the ten 'o clock news," he waved and seemed about to port away.
"Wait!.. Um, it couldn't hurt to try. I mean, it wouldn't do for me to end up in prison or with.. or get deported or something." He nodded then put his hand on my shoulder. I braced myself, maybe if I-
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Xavier only looked at me. I had just finished telling him what had happened at the mall. I had told the whole truth. Nothing about my attempts to amuse myself, just the part when I'd gone out to the bus stop. I knew I wouldn't be able to lie. He could read minds. You try to lie to him and see how well you do.
I began to feel nervous. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was it hopeless? He was really starting to bug me. Blue Boy and I had had to teleport several times to get to the institute. When I asked why we couldn't have taken a cab, he told me his friends were at the mall but he didn't want to risk looking for them to get a ride. When I told him that that wasn't what I'd asked he said we didn't have time to be stupid. Combining paranoia and motion sickness wasn't a very good idea. I needed to sit but I decided that wasn't a good idea either. That Wolverine bloke was giving me the evil eye.
"Well, John, I'm not sure what I can do," finally, but it wasn't what I was hoping for.
"What? Aren't you some kind of genius? Why can't you think of anything? I can't go to jail! Do you know what Magneto would do to me if he finds out what I did? What'll he do if I end up in jail? Oh fuck, he's gonna kill me! I don't want to die. You can't let me die!" by the end of my little speech, my voice had risen high enough to break a window.
"Calm down, John. Nothing bad is going to happen. You just need to relax." I couldn't relax. I think I was having a panic attack. I wasn't really afraid that Magneto would kill me. There are some things worse than death. Really, terribly bad things. I began to feel really dizzy. What if I passed out? That's what I put my energy into /not/ doing. "John? Do you feel alright? What else would Magneto do?"
"I.. I'm fine. Hey, I don't remember telling you that you could read my thoughts!" There was a sudden flare of anger, but it was dominated by a sick feeling in my stomach that he /knew/. Now Magneto really /was/ going to kill me.
"When you began to feel dizzy your head swam and projected what was in your mind. I can't figure out what it is that you're afraid of. Some kind of ring?" Shit. Bloody fucking shit. He knew, he had to know. He knew half at least. I couldn't tell him any more than that. Magneto was going to kill me and put my head on a pike.
"No. It's nothing. Maybe you saw a noose. Not a bad way to get rid of me but I think Mags'd get more creative then that." There were looks of concern on all the adults' faces. Those two, Scott and Jean. Why were they here? It was really no ones business but mine and the professors. I was turning my fear into anger. The professor could tell I was lying. I saw it. Thankfully he only nodded.
"Very well, John. You can stay here tonight while we figure out a way to help you." I knew a dismissal when I heard one.
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After I left the professors little conference room I couldn't figure out where to go. All the X-Men in the halls gave me either dirty looks, confused looks, or just ignored me. The only one in the kitchen was Shadow Cat. She wouldn't shut up so I went and sat on the front steps. It was dark and quiet. Perfect. I needed to think.
There was no way I was going to get out of this. Maybe with the police, but not with Magneto. I was dead. By morning, wherever he was, he would know about the incident at the mall. Then he would find out that I'd slipped. Not entirely, but he would still have a mental fit. I felt sick again. The prospect of death wasn't very appealing. There were /so/ many ways he could kill me, but he would torture me first. Not with those thumb twisters, or anything that involved violence. He'd save that for my execution. Definitely worse than death. The man was truly insane. No wonder his kids weren't the full quid.
"Hey, what're you doin' here?" I jumped at the sound of Rogues voice. Not just because I was on edge but because she gives me the creeps. There's a thing called excess, Raccoon Eyes. Of course that's not what I said out loud. I wasn't really up for a nap.
"Waiting to die," I said.
"What do you mean?" None of your bloody business.
"I gave myself the royal screw job at the mall. Don't you watch the news?" going to the mall had been my first mistake. I should have just annoyed Pete.
"Ah heard Jean say somethin' about that. So Ah guess the professors helping you or you wouldn't be sittin' out here." I wished she would pick up on my mood and bugger off. Talking to the fat man had been my second mistake.
"Yeah-huh. He has yet to find a light bulb, told me to stay here tonight." She scowled.
"Light bulb?"
"Yeah, you know how in the cartoons the little rabbit or whatever the hell it is, when they get an idea a little bulb pops over their head?" she looked like she felt stupid.
"Oh. You know, the Profs rarely stumped about something. Unless he's trying to figure out something else. There somethin' you're hiding from him?" Crap. That's what he was doing. He knew exactly how to help me he just wanted to get me to fess up. I was about to say something when his voice played in my head.
-John, I think you should come inside- I focused.
-Why?-
-Listen- I did. There were police sirens. I think I moved faster than Pietro getting inside the mansion. I didn't know where to go. There was a flash in my head and I saw a map of the mansion and a room. I went there.
The professor talked to the police then he came to tell me he had done the best he could to get rid of them. He also said he'd been unable to defer them from getting a warrant. They'd be back tomorrow afternoon. I could also sleep there for the night. Who could sleep?
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That's all for now, friends. Raven already started on the next chapter and several more. She puts Anel and I to shame. Anyhoo.. she wants me to give you a preview, so here it is, stupid non Italics:
~Spyke sneered. He didn't trust me. Why would he?
"Every time the humans start to at least tolerate us, one of you Acolytes goes and ruins it. Why should we let you stay with us?" if I hesitated it could ruin the small chance I had.
"Because, I.. you don't know what Magneto can do to me. If he finds me."
"Then why don't you tell us?" the former X-Man queried. Very well. ~
That's all you get you bloodthirsty Pyro Fangirl(boy?)! Review please! Cheers mate. Jolly good!