Pyromane
(French for pyromaniac)
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, especially Piotr, Remy, or angry little John.
AN: Sorry about the wait… Anyway, I'd just like to say: 68 reviews… HOLY [expletive deleted]! I didn't know this story was getting so big. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint, I know it's short and not very plot-filled. I needed at least one chapter of angry-non-murderous John and Remy interaction! I have know Idea where the inspiration to have Pietro there came from, though. Hm.
AN 2: I'm going on vacation Aug. 9-16, and I won't have access to the internet (or even a computer unless I can take my sister's laptop, which is doubtful), what being in a hotel room in a different state and all. I'm hoping to post one or two more chapters before then. I'll probably get lot's of writing done in the long untouched fanfiction notebook though. My friends decided to ignore me for yet another summer… Apparently I'm only worthy during the school year. I can still be accompanied by my obsessions though. Enough AN now.
Remy observes his fellow teammate.
Chapter 7
Three Days Later
It's been three days since John found out. Ever since the fight, it's like he doesn't even live here anymore. The only sign of life is the sound of his stereo from time to time. He avoids me at all costs, nothing's been blown up, no need for a fire extinguisher… This is lucky for me, considering I though his first move would be torching my stuff after trying to kill me. I don't really like to admit it, but I spent the day after barely moving it hurt so much. Now the pain is just a dull throb.
This morning hasn't been much different. I've woken up late once again. Pain isn't so noticeable when I'm asleep, and I've been taking full advantage of that. I don't bother changing out of the red flannel pants I slept in; I just pull on the first t-shirt I get my hands on.
I wander half-asleep down the hall and toward the kitchen. Stopping in the doorway, I'm surprised. Apparently, John has been coming out of his room. He's sitting at the table with a bored expression on his face. He seems to be staring at the opposite wall quite intently while he pokes the remnants of what look like scrambled eggs around on the plate in front of him. Adjacent to him is a familiar-looking white haired kid with his back to me.
I now understand why John is so spaced out. Pietro is rambling incessantly about something. Not surprisingly, he's talking too fast to understand half of what he's saying. I'm sure we're not missing much.
I only bear witness to this picture for a moment. While Pietro has stopped for a breif pause (my guess was to breathe), John spies me standing in the doorway.
"Uh, mornin'?"
John's bored look becomes a glare. He stands up from the table so fast he almost knocks the chair over. After throwing the dishes in the sink, he storms out past me.
"Remy's done a good job dis time, non?" I mumble to myself as I enter the room and head for the pantry. Pietro has apparently only just notice that John's left and I've arrived. He looked around the room quickly and blinked. Considering that every time I've worked with him, he's been a complete jerk, I wish right now that my power was invisibility instead.
"Nice," Three seconds and he is already sneering at me. I turn my head and see he's giving my current outfit the once-over. "Plaid pants, gray shirt… Spike your hair and get some suspenders, you could pass for a bad punk,"
"I jus' woke up," I state; he either doesn't hear me or doesn't care. The superior smirk still adorns his face.
I glare at him. Explode… Too bad I can't just will it to happen. No, I have to be in contact.
"Your worse than Lance," He continues.
I try to ignore him as I probe the overhead cupboards in search of the Cheerios. I know I left them up there somewhere.
"And that lovely black eye…"
"Shut up!" I growl at him.
"Ooh, touchy…" He leans back, tilting the chair on two legs as he props his feet on the table. He's just asking for it.
Pietro is easily the most irritating person on the planet. I've met him…twice before? He doesn't seem to comprehend manners in any sense. I live here, I eat off that table (well, off plates on that table). He doesn't. He's got no right to shove his feet on it.
Mon Dieu, I'm turning into Piotr.
"It's just—I'm impressed. Really brings out the red in your eyes."
That's it. I run my hand around the highest shelf in search of anything small. My finger hits something plastic. I grab it and turn to Pietro.
"Homme?" He looks at me as I charge the thing behind my back
"What?"
"Catch," I toss it across the room right into his lap.
"Is this a spork?" I'm as surprised as he is; I hadn't even looked at it before I threw it. Why was there a plastic spork in the cupboard?
Amazingly, Pietro has it held in front of his face and he doesn't seem to notice it's glowing. It was only inches from his face when it exploded. The chair falls backward completely, leaving Pietro sprawled on the floor. His 'perfectly gelled' hair is definitely no longer white. More like singed black. I give up my search for the Cheerios, grab a package of Pop Tarts instead, and move to leave the room. I'm sure Pietro will start moving again any time now. He's just dazed.
I head back to my room to eat my meager breakfast. I pass John's room on the way. He's holed himself up once again. His stereo is blasting music, but it's muffled by the door. I'm just about to pass by the room when small flames shot out from underneath his door. A moment later, he bursts out, coughing and swearing in between. There's a lot of smoke coming out of the room behind him. He pulls the door shut, grumbling about the evils of smoke. Only a second passes before the loud vents kick in. I realize he hasn't seen me coming for the second time today.
"You alrigh' dere, homme?" I gesture toward the smoke that still clings in the hall.
"Get knotted"
"What jus' happened?" He turned his head the other way and didn't respond.
"John?"
He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Flame met flammable thing."
"And dat's why fire be shootin' out from yo' door?"
"What aren't you understanding? You know, sod off, get knotted, go…away from me."
I don't move.
He mumbles an insult just loud enough for me to hear before starting to walk away. I catch up and grab him by the shoulder.
"John," I prompt again for an explanation. He faces me with a dark look.
"Listen, mate, you looking to get creamed again?"
"You think I wouldn't see it comin' dis time?" I believe right now I clearly have the upper hand. Face to face, I stand over him by several inches.
"I'm outta here," He tried walking away again.
"One o' these days, your gonna have to drop the angst-ridden teen act."
He didn't waver in his step; he looked back at me and bit his thumb.*
I read that book.* I know what that means.
If only I had another spork to charge…
To be continued…
Why Pietro was there, what happened to John's room, and more… not necessarily all in the next chapter.
*This was inspired by a scene early on in Romeo and Juliet. Apparently biting your thumb was the equivalent of the finger or something. John's a book person, so I'm sure it would be in his mind to use it, though he didn't expect Remy to understand the insult. I don't own R+J either, although I did almost destroy the copy of it the school gave me. God, that story is depressing.
Special thanks to:
N'Awlins Demon Lover- I did. I only rewrote this chapter twice. But I think this acceptable, though I feel bad about its shortness.
epona- My heart swells with pride. Thank you! I think the secret is I finally have a distinct lock in my brain about them…it's weird.
Dark-English-Rose- If Remy were real, I'd be too busy stalking him to write.
Akai Kah'ghe- I agree. My boyfriend just gave me a Zippo lighter, and well… Let's just say I was plenty occupied for a while. FIRE. heh
Dragon Master Lytore- I'm glad the fridge is an acceptable substitute.
X-Girl(4)- Steal giant Hershey bars from the candy aisle in Shaws. Be like Remy!
Pyromaniac(1)- I wanna know what I've inspired… Enjoy the heads up.
Faith- Magneto WILL show up…eventually.
Lady Kat- I'm glad you agree about the pov.
Hihi528
Sabrin- I really will have Magneto show at some point.
Snitter in Rivendell- Ch 4: Piotr was the first of the Acolytes I developed an obsession for. I couldn't just leave him…characterless. Ch 5: This is the longest review I ever got. I am in awe. Ch 6: I haven't completely decided on when this takes place, but you made me think about it. There are a couple of Pietro references in the other chapters, but that could be meaningless as for timeline. Oh, and I think you and Pyromaniac are the only people who read the author's note about the alerts. Enjoy the attachment.
Dark Angel(60)- Thank you!
Faith- I'm still alive. Thank you for the concern. And it took me so long cause I wrote part 7, didn't like it, and wrote this instead.