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Trapped and Confused
Breana heard a voice calling her name. . . whoever was calling her sounded concerned. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around her and found herself staring into Pyros eyes. She sat up and rubbed her head, which ached terribly from a bruise at the top.
"Y'ok?" he asked her with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine. . .sorry but what happened?" she asked.
"You fainted, and hit your head really hard on the floor. . . it might look invisible but it's still solid metal."
"So I noticed. . ."
"I've been trying to wake you up for the past 30 minutes. . .Man if anything happened to you I think Magneto would kill me" Pyro said leaning back against the wall.
Breana noticed how squished he looked shoved into a little space trying to make her comfortable. She crawled over and sat next to him, and he looked a little surprised at her actions.
"Sorry about before. . .I'm just confused." She said putting her head in her hands. "It's just theres a lot to take in with such little time. I didn't mean to be a bitch about things. . .you can spread out if you want. I really don't care anymore."
He slowly squirmed making himself comfortable and said "See? I knew you'd warm up to me. I know I'm irrestible!"
"Don't push your luck there buddy. I'm only being nice because we have limited space and my back was cramped!"
"But you just said- - "
"I take it back. . ." her look softened and said "Sorry. . .it's . . .not you. I just . . .don't feel very comfortable around guys . . . not since . . ."
"Not since what?" he said curiously.
"Nevermind . . . uh. . .what's your name again? Sorry we haven't really been aquinted."
"John. . . and whats wrong?"
"Nothing . . . it happened along time ago. . .I don't want to talk about it okay?" she said turning away.
"Alright."
Pyro sighed and took out his lighter again. He slowly flicked it open and manipulated the flame into a miniature boy that looked no older than 14.
Breana turned around and gasped. "Wow. . . who is that?"
"It's me. . ." he said sadly. "Before I became this . . .freak."
"You're not a freak." She said unhappily. "I am. You can atleast walk into a crowd without worrying about hurting others or having them notice you. My powers are out of control."
"Then what am I. I don't even know anymore. I thought that maybe I'd find out by working with Magneto but so far I've learned nothing."
"Is that why you joined him? At least you had a choice. . .you weren't just shoved onto some plane and threatened with your life."
"No. He forced me to join too. Unfortunately once Magneto sets his eyes on you there's nothing you can do to escape. I joined without a fight because I was alone, and had nowhere to go. Seemed like a good idea at the time, still does to me actually. Magneto is the only family I have. That any of us have. I guess that's why I'm still here."
"How old were you when he- - "
"14. But I really don't remember."
"So how old are you now?"
"19. . . you?"
"17" she said sighing. She was captive and if it wasn't for the fact that she had been taken away from everything she had known she'd leave too. But to where? To what point? She was trapped. . .just like John.
Trapped and Confused
Breana heard a voice calling her name. . . whoever was calling her sounded concerned. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around her and found herself staring into Pyros eyes. She sat up and rubbed her head, which ached terribly from a bruise at the top.
"Y'ok?" he asked her with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine. . .sorry but what happened?" she asked.
"You fainted, and hit your head really hard on the floor. . . it might look invisible but it's still solid metal."
"So I noticed. . ."
"I've been trying to wake you up for the past 30 minutes. . .Man if anything happened to you I think Magneto would kill me" Pyro said leaning back against the wall.
Breana noticed how squished he looked shoved into a little space trying to make her comfortable. She crawled over and sat next to him, and he looked a little surprised at her actions.
"Sorry about before. . .I'm just confused." She said putting her head in her hands. "It's just theres a lot to take in with such little time. I didn't mean to be a bitch about things. . .you can spread out if you want. I really don't care anymore."
He slowly squirmed making himself comfortable and said "See? I knew you'd warm up to me. I know I'm irrestible!"
"Don't push your luck there buddy. I'm only being nice because we have limited space and my back was cramped!"
"But you just said- - "
"I take it back. . ." her look softened and said "Sorry. . .it's . . .not you. I just . . .don't feel very comfortable around guys . . . not since . . ."
"Not since what?" he said curiously.
"Nevermind . . . uh. . .what's your name again? Sorry we haven't really been aquinted."
"John. . . and whats wrong?"
"Nothing . . . it happened along time ago. . .I don't want to talk about it okay?" she said turning away.
"Alright."
Pyro sighed and took out his lighter again. He slowly flicked it open and manipulated the flame into a miniature boy that looked no older than 14.
Breana turned around and gasped. "Wow. . . who is that?"
"It's me. . ." he said sadly. "Before I became this . . .freak."
"You're not a freak." She said unhappily. "I am. You can atleast walk into a crowd without worrying about hurting others or having them notice you. My powers are out of control."
"Then what am I. I don't even know anymore. I thought that maybe I'd find out by working with Magneto but so far I've learned nothing."
"Is that why you joined him? At least you had a choice. . .you weren't just shoved onto some plane and threatened with your life."
"No. He forced me to join too. Unfortunately once Magneto sets his eyes on you there's nothing you can do to escape. I joined without a fight because I was alone, and had nowhere to go. Seemed like a good idea at the time, still does to me actually. Magneto is the only family I have. That any of us have. I guess that's why I'm still here."
"How old were you when he- - "
"14. But I really don't remember."
"So how old are you now?"
"19. . . you?"
"17" she said sighing. She was captive and if it wasn't for the fact that she had been taken away from everything she had known she'd leave too. But to where? To what point? She was trapped. . .just like John.