Pyromane
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AN: I feel terrible. The amount of time this has taken me is unforgivable, but that's what I ask of you anyway. I am sorry for the wait.
Ch. 14
Camaraderie
Forget the automatic doors. First of all, the bloody things tried to cut me off in my run! They were way too slow in my mind, so I may have broken the right one by pushing it. To be completely honest, I DON'T CARE. I want some kind of word from these people! They take three seconds to do it all on TV, so I'm expecting a yes or no if he's gonna be okay now. But these docs and medics disappoint me, ignoring me. That, and the people in the lobby have other plans for me. Damn personnel!
I got guards, nurses, and other orderlies staring at me. Two armed guys block my path that had been the stretcher's destination, so that ruins my plan. The nurses stare at me wide-eyed for a moment, before the big, hulky Piotr-impersonator orderlies make their move. I tried to evade as he reached to grab me, but I'm...off today. You understand, right? All this stress has decided to negate my training. My skills for stealth and all: gone. I didn't entirely miss, but I wasn't really caught either. It leads me to where I am now, and I must say, these are some tasty tiles.
Confused? I don't blame you. I'm not quite sure how my mad skills (wow, American slang is funny) led me to trip over the orderly, but they did. He pulled me back up real quick, a nurse in my face immediately.
"Are you hurt?" she asks.
Hurt? Aside from my sore face and palms as of two seconds ago, I'm fine, and wondering why the bloody hell she wasted her time asking me that. Wait, rewind, and play it again with me paying attention to all the little details. I shake my head vigorously, moving so she doesn't catch that flash of nausea on my face or the strange cringe I make when my skin crawls. I'm still all blood-covered. Eeeehh...
"Getoff me! It's not mine!"
Maybe that was bad to say... The orderly tightened his grip and now the guards are moving in. I know I'm a psychopath, but they're acting likely they already know for sure! Pricks, I don't want to deal with this now. I wanna know if Rem's gonna live, die, or whatever. The suspense is killing me! Now, you cop wannabes, rack off and stay clear. Pyro's a real bad person to tick off!
There are people telling me to calm down again. Apparently I'm a lot more worked up than I realized, and I look it. This time, I don't want to calm down. I've got a good reason, it's enough distraction from the red, and that's a good place for me mind to be. Fools they are for wanting to change it.
"Sir! Restrain yourself!"
The current language I'm utilizing, some real classy stuff, is a bit too colorful to repeat. And restrain myself? Someone already took care of that. So much for professional, these people are blind!
I'm pissin' the staff off, and they're returning the favor. You just know that this would end in me torching half the building, but Russian to the rescue to diffuse the situation. He didn't need a word to do it, as he did something amazingly un-Piotr-like. He shoved both sides of the argument apart, looking anything but empty or confused as he had when I last saw him. He's doing an impression of me now, glaring at all involved. He opens his mouth, ready to start forcing sense into us all like he's known for. I should mention he looked quite confused for a second, before that angry look that rivals mine returned. You see, there are things to distract anyone, no matter how absorbed they are in their anger. Piotr's interruption was one of these things, one of the doctors down the hall, stopped beside a known stretcher, has decided to be real loud in his surprise.
"What the hell is this?! I'm not dealing with some freak!!"
It makes you wonder if we've got my rival amongst us, that annoying little X-man that decided to give me frostbite once. Everything grinds to a halt at the yell. Realization comes slowly as we watch the doctor move away from Remy, who's still to my knowledge half-dead. No way. No fuckin' way he just said that! It's illegal! Violates the hippo oath or something! Doc just made himself a new enemy. I'm already at work getting myself loose. I get training again, but I'm going for speed here. I crash one foot down on a white shoe, and slam my famously thick skull backwards into the orderly's jaw. That shows him. I'm free finally! I reach for my lighter, forgetting its lack of power, but a rhythmic pounding draws my attention away. Thud, thud, thud, thud...
Size 13 boots clank down the hall, heavy footfalls that sped up, leveled off, then stopped abruptly. Forget my revenge, Doc's being held feet off the floor, between huge fists and a wall. I'm too shocked to do anything. I know that this has affected him too, but Petey's more angered than I ever thought him capable. He could get annoyed, yeah, but this was... It never even occurred to me that he was capable of such emotion. He's going to persuade the Doc easily, and he isn't even metal. I gotta give credit to the guy.
"You are going to help my friend, da?" His voice was loud, it's strange. Doc is terrified, and I can't help but grin for our cause. We'll win him over, I'm sure.
He shook his head in response.
Piotr's beyond angry. Without even batting an eye, Russkie takes on a sheen and armor, and the Doc is held so high that his head is against the ceiling. Go Pete. If this doesn't work, I say kill him.
"YOU WILL DO IT!"
One of the nurses ducked behind an orderly, who had already positioned himself behind the guard. The voice boomed down the hallway. It shakes everything. We all wait with held breath to see the doctor's response, but he's just as frozen. Piotr takes a step back to that the guy is hanging by his shirt on just one metal fist. He opened his mouth for another command, but that was enough to get the doctor nodding like mad.
Now this part, if the situation were just the slightest bit less dire, would make me crack up for the next hour. With one simple "good" from Pete, the doctor gets to go from ceiling to floor the hard way. THUD!
As the doctor scurried with a fleet of other medics taking the stretcher further away, Piotr follows, a great metal sentinel guarding our fallen comrade. I'm not gonna make him go alone against those sods! I produce my lighter finally and spark one last feeble flame, a struggle that I glared at until I pulled it off. I almost immediately take control, making it jump to my free, red hand. If these people don't do real good, they've got both of us to contend with. Even the biggest orderlies and the armed guards part to leave me a wide path as I make the fire dance with no known source.
These people are gonna know for sure that the Acolytes are not a team to mess around with. We've got enough power between us that we don't even need Mags. We can do all the damage we want, and no one would try and touch us. We are a strong team, and we watch out for each other more than anyone would ever give us credit for. I don't care what kind of standoff we end up in here; we won't leave without one Cajun, good as new.
To Be Continued…
Special Thanks To:
Snitter in Rivendell- This was not exactly pronto… Yay for CO though.
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