Twist walked behind them on her own, staring sullenly at the floor, until that annoying flicking of metal started sounding closer to her. She glared and raised her head, seeing Pyro appear from nowhere, falling into step with her. She turned her head away slightly, indicating that she wanted nothing to do with him.
She took a deep breath, trying to get a deep breath into her lungs, not entirely able to. She was bloody nervous, and not thinking about how Magneto or any one of these mutants could kill her at any time was nervous making.
"So, you're the one that Magneto wanted, huh?" A male voice said to her side, Pyro launched into a one sided conversation at her. "I dunno, you seem kinda pissed off," he shrugged and studied her carefully. She shot him a withering look and he raised his hands in defeat. "Yeah...I guess I'd be pissed off too if I was somewhere I didn't want to be..." Twist tucked her thumbs into the belthooks on her jeans, continuing silently. Where the hell were the going? Down some bloody cold and endless corridor, by the looks of it.
"Everyone thinks Magneto's the bad dude...He's not," Pyro told her, his tone casual, as if this kind of conversation were completely natural. Twist sighed irritatedly, wondering when he was going to get the message.
"You see, he just wants rights for us mutants, and most people just don't get what he's doing," Twist looked at him and folded her arms, stopping.
"He kidnapped me! In the middle of the night!! He gave me stupid dreams and made me lose sleep..and all sorts of shit, and you're telling me he's not the 'bad dude'?!" She shook her head in disbelief, walking again, picking up her pace as she concentrated on Blaze's head in front of her.
Pyro smirked, glad he'd finally got some reaction out of her. "You're English...? Didn't expect that for some reason," he said, picking up on her odd accent. "Anyway, he's not. Think about it, why did you go to the institute."
Twist rolled her eyes and shrugged, "Because I ran away from home, ended up in NYC and realised I had no-where to go." She said, patronising him. "Yay for sob stories..."
"Exactly!" He said, flicking his lighter shut for a moment.
Twist frowned. "Exactly? I'm afraid I'm not following you."
"You ran away from home. Why?" Twist shrugged.
"Cause my parents hated me and I killed my sisters." She confessed to him, wondering what he was getting at.
Pyro cringed. "Bad...Well yeah, your parents hated you. You're a mutant, most mutants end up with people hating them. Wouldn't it be good to just feel normal? Not have to worry about people hating you and ostracizing you if they knew?"
Twist fell silent and then shrugged, picking her pace up again which had slowed as Pyro spoke. "I guess..." She frowned, was she really thinking that Magneto could be right? "But there's nothing I can do, so what's the point?" She looked at him, he grinned.
Pyro shook his head, grin still on his face. "That's where you're wrong. Us, Magneto, we're doing something about it." He glanced up ahead and then fell silent. "Here's the plane..." he mumbled, leaving her.
Note: Lol..Random short thing... ::pokes Pyro:: I dunno. Cannot. Play. Canon's. ::dead::