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Amara held in a shriek as she found that she couldn't shift back to her human self. In fact, she couldn't move from the waist down.
"You..." She hissed at her tormenter, her mind frantically searching for ways to get herself out of this mess. A faint smoky smell reached her nose...she hurriedly dimmed the flames on her feet as much as she could to avoid burning down the trees surrounding her small clearing.
"What do you want?" She spat at the grinning boy—Pyro, she corrected mentally. How could she have been so oblivious? Of course the one mutant to steal her papers would be Magneto's semi-sane lackey, who just happened to control fire. And only she had not the wits to figure out who he was until tool late. Hadn't the Professor warned her specifically to stay away from this Acolyte?
"I asked you what you want with me. Where I'm from, it's considered rude not to give an answer." She controlled her panic by reverting to snobbery; as a princess she was rather good at it.
"Oh, I dunno, Sheila. Didn't mean to offend you. Noice piece o' work ya got 'ere." He waved the paper at her teasingly. "I wasn't kiddin' when I said that. But it needs somethin', if ya know what I mean..."
"No, I don't know what you mean. And if you just want to read my paper, then let me go! I'll let you read it without bothering you."
"You work with that Xavier feller, roight?"
Amara blinked at the swift change in subject and answered without thinking. "Yeah, I live at the mansion, if that's what you mean." She bit her lip, regretting the words as soon as they were out of her mouth.
He caught the look of consternation in her eyes and smiled easily at her. "No worries, Sheila. I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm just curious, ya know?"
"How do I know that?" She answered guardedly. "You could be lying."
"Suit yerself, Sheila." He shrugged.
"Will you stop calling me that?" She demanded, and then returned to her original thought: "Why exactly are you keeping me like this? What do you want?"
"Wow, lotsa questions. Lessee...one, I don't know yer name, so I'll settle for Sheila. Unless you'd loike me to call you 'Girlie' instead?" She shook her head.
"No, I didn't think so. Two, I'm curious as to yer specific powers, plus you look very noice just loike that and I don't want you to shift back just yet. Three...I dunno wot it is I want. I was bored, so I dessoided t'give ol' Mags the slip an' foind meself somethin' t'do. An' now I have."
"Well if you just want to chat...arg, what am I saying?" Amara gave herself a mental slap. It was a good thing that she was in her Magma form, as she had blushed when he had commented on how nice she looked. He was the enemy, not some boy to drool over!
"Let me go this instant, you rude pyromaniac!"
"Wot if I don't want to?"
"Let me go! I wasn't doing anything to you, was I? All I want is for you to give me my paper back and to just let-me-GO!"
Throughout her little speech, Amara had steadily been growing more and more angry. Who was this boy to think he could hold her, a Princess of Nova Roma, a free citizen and an independent teen, against her will?
On the word 'GO', she bundled up all that rage and slammed it into the ground, the pure force of energy touching on the magma deep below the earth's surface, causing a slight shift in the rocks below her.
Pyro cursed inwardly, feeling his hold on the girl weaken as he stumbled and nearly fell. Amara's spirits soared as she felt his hold loosen on her powers.
She hurriedly started changing back, but cursed as she was stuck once again, only this time her top half was completely human while her bottom half maintained its appearance as living fire.
She glanced fearfully towards the Australian teenager, whose expression had darkened enough that his smile was just a little on the sinister side.
"Naughty, naughty little sheila. Hmm, I suppose I'll have to get your name eventually..." He pointed his finger imperiously at the small brook that ran through the small clearing and jerked his head towards it.
Stiffly, Amara's legs began to carry her towards the stream. Her eyes widened in horror; throwing dignity to the winds she started to shriek.
"Stop! Stop it this instant! Pyro, please stop!"
Water scared and hurt her when she was in her fire form. It was cold, liquid, deadly; it threatened to douse her molten self and turn her as cool and dead as stone. She wasn't sure she could change back from a form of solid rock, and she wasn't willing to give it a chance.
Pyro lowered his hand, "So you'll tell me yer name now?"
He kept his tone flippant, but inside he squirmed. He hadn't meant to make her freak out...he didn't want to scare her, just shake her up a bit. He felt even sorrier as he heard her voice catch in her throat with her reply.
"I-my name is Amara. Amara Aquilla. Please will you let me go now?"
This wasn't fun anymore; he was turning himself into a villain. Not that he wasn't already, but he liked to think of himself as eccentric rather than evil. Time to make a memorable exit.
His eyes gleamed.
"I'm terribly sorry fer botherin' you, Amara Aquilla." Keeping up the nonchalant attitude, Pyro sauntered over to where she was standing, still uncomfortably close to the stream, under a large oak.
"But I did loike yer story. Yet, it still lacks somethin' don't it?" He was now directly in front of her. "How's 'bout I tell you wot it is, Amara Aquilla?"
She could feel his breath hot on her cheek as he put both hands on her shoulders, forcing her up against the oak tree as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Fire, Amara Aquilla. It needs passion, it needs drive, and it needs... fire."
St John couldn't help it. He drew his mouth away from her ear, looking her straight in the eye. He heard her gasp and he came to a swift decision. Leaning his head down, he pressed his mouth to hers in a hard, passionate kiss.
Amara gasped as she felt him release his hold on her powers; her knees buckled from the feeling of her power flowing like fire through her veins, making her feel alive, vibrant, and in tune with the very core of her being. And perhaps it was not just her power giving her the sensations as it seemed to pour into her from the meeting point of his lips on hers.
Pyro drew back -- without releasing her upper body-- after what seemed to be an endless length of time, breathing a little more raggedly than normal, yet still managing a cocky smirk, arching his eyebrow at the little fireball standing before him.
To say Amara was furious would be an understatement. After a brief moment of shock, she flared up into her Magma form, thought better of it, and returned just as swiftly to her normal skin in a matter of seconds. She glared up at the teenaged boy still holding her up against the oak. Action must be taken.
"You think you're all that, don't you?" Nobody toyed with a Nova Roman Princess, especially a guy who thought that just because he was an Acolyte he could do anything.
She promptly kneed him in the groin. Hard.
Mustering up all the shreds of her dignity, Amara snatched her precious story out of the hands of St John Allerdyce, who was currently situated on the forest floor in a fetal position.
"Next time, don't go all male on me. In fact, make sure there is no next time."
She walked away.
A/N: Muwahahaha. I'm so evil to Pyro. Anyways...Just a couple of things:
1: Does Pyro actually use "sheila" as his term for 'girl', or is this just fanon?
2: I use "Sheila" with a capital for when he's directly referring to someone, like saying "Hello Mrs Smith", it's like "Hello Shiela."
I use "sheila" with lower case when he's not really talking to anyone specific, or he's just thinking, like "the girls are cool" would be like "the sheilas are cool".
3: Am I going a bit overboard on the accent? I've never tried doing accents before, so tell me what I need to do, kay?
R&R folks!