A/N: Alright, I know my story is sorry but, hey, gotta love amyros! Thanks
to all my reviewers!
Chapter Two: Appearances
The next day, all the new recruits, plus Logan, Storm, and Mr. McCoy loaded onto the X-Jet. The park of their choice was the nicest park in Bayville. It was also the farthest away from the mansion. It was about 25 miles away from the institute.
"So, Amara, what're you gonna do when we get there? I know as soon as I get there, I'm gonna go look for any and all traces of boys." Tabitha said to her best friend.
"Umm, well, I guess I'll just stay back and help Mr. McCoy or something." Amara replied.
"Bull, you're comin' with me! We're gonna go troll for boys!" Tabitha insisted.
Amara knew it was pointless to argue with a determined Tabitha. One way or another, she always got what she wanted. But she still had to try.
"Tabby, is this really necessary? I mean, really, who's going to be in the middle of the park at night?" Tabitha scoffed.
"That's beauty of it! Nobody's going to be out there at night... nobody but cute boys! It's perfect!"
"Isn't that dangerous? What if they decide to turn on us? Or worse, Logan catches us?" Jubilee asked warily.
Amara shuddered. She always thought of Logan as a sort of father or uncle. A very protective one. He'd slice just about anything if it meant protecting those he cared about.
Tabitha's face fell.
"Aww man! That's right! Badger'll probably catch us for sure." She whined. Jubilee perked up.
"Hey, I know! We could use Amara!"
Amara looked up, surprised.
"Me? What can I do? What do you want me to do? Burn down some trees and scatter its ashes?" she half joked. But the gleaming in Jubilee's eyes only brightened. Amara stiffened.
"Actually, yes, that's exactly what we want you to do. Logan won't be able to catch our scent through the ashes and smoke." Jubilee said cheerily.
Amara looked skeptical.
"Well, it might work. Maybe..." she said unsurely.
The jet came to a roaring halt. Logan stood up.
"Alright," he said in a gruff voice, "You all know the drill. If you see anything suspicious, come tell Storm, Beast, or myself. No going off for more than half a mile from around camp. And absolutely NO SNEAKING OUT AFTER DARK. Have fun, kids." Logan looked pointedly at Tabitha, Amara, and Jubilee, who looked away.
As soon as Logan finished, Ororo began her lecture.
"Ok now. You children are free to do almost anything in the park. We brought food, so should you get hungry, just come back to camp. As Logan said before, when you see the sky turning dark, head back. Other than that have fun."
"Okay," Mr. McCoy began, "everybody has to share a tent because we only brought so many. Girls will be with girls and vice versa for the boys. Let's see, as for the girls, Jubilee and Tabitha, will be in one tent, Amara and Rahne in another."
"And as for the boys," Logan continued, "Roberto and Sam in one tent, Ray and Bobby in another, and since Jamie isn't here, that's it. Everybody start pitchin'!" -------------------------------------
St. John looked for somewhere to put up his tent. He had no such desire to sleep on the ground in the first place.
"Awrioght, I think, I'll jus' pitch me camp in that tree." He muttered to himself. He selected a tree, a tall oak, and climbed up. He spread his things out in a line along the thick branches that seemed to shoot out of nowhere.
"Mags bettah appreciate wot I'm doin' for him." John said out loud. He knew the X-men were nearby. Luckily, for him, it was getting dark. St. John loved the dark. He knew it was because of the fire he loved so much. In the dark, he could see the flames from his lighter better.
Pyro began to play with his lighter.
Click-Click.
Click-Click.
He pulled the trigger on his lighter and watched as the flame's light poured over him. He began to shape the flame, based on his emotions at the moment.
The flame twisted several times, changing from a dragon to an angry wolf. Suddenly, he heard voices. He quickly doused the flame on his lighter and flattened himself against the huge branch.
"Oh Amara, c'mon! We have to gather wood for our fire. We'll even let you light it if you want." John could just make out the figure of a girl, she looked to be Asian at about 15 or 16.
"Yeah 'Mara! We're comin' back either way, so you may as well give it up!" another voice taunted. John also could make out the figure to be a young girl, about 16, with blond hair.
"You guys! Why can't we just use the wood near camp? I'm sure it works just as good!"
This time, as the third girl passed under his tree, St. John froze. He knew her mutation had something to do with fire, he could sense it. His mutation had a sort of magnetic-like charge that always told him how flammable something was. But this time it felt different.
"Amara, if you don't hurry up, we'll leave you!" the blond said in a sing- song voice. That did it. What John saw next amazed him.
Amara had become angry and changed into her magma form. Pyro could just make out the flaming figure of a young girl. She was beautiful.
"Bloody 'ell!" St. John whispered. Suddenly, a crazy grin spread across his face. The kind he always got when he was around fire. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
A/N: Ok, this chapter was extra hard to write. I'm really not good at writing amyros. I'm really considering discontinuing. Let me know what you guys think. In the mean time, I'll be working on my other story, And Then There Was That Summer Boat Vacation.
Chapter Two: Appearances
The next day, all the new recruits, plus Logan, Storm, and Mr. McCoy loaded onto the X-Jet. The park of their choice was the nicest park in Bayville. It was also the farthest away from the mansion. It was about 25 miles away from the institute.
"So, Amara, what're you gonna do when we get there? I know as soon as I get there, I'm gonna go look for any and all traces of boys." Tabitha said to her best friend.
"Umm, well, I guess I'll just stay back and help Mr. McCoy or something." Amara replied.
"Bull, you're comin' with me! We're gonna go troll for boys!" Tabitha insisted.
Amara knew it was pointless to argue with a determined Tabitha. One way or another, she always got what she wanted. But she still had to try.
"Tabby, is this really necessary? I mean, really, who's going to be in the middle of the park at night?" Tabitha scoffed.
"That's beauty of it! Nobody's going to be out there at night... nobody but cute boys! It's perfect!"
"Isn't that dangerous? What if they decide to turn on us? Or worse, Logan catches us?" Jubilee asked warily.
Amara shuddered. She always thought of Logan as a sort of father or uncle. A very protective one. He'd slice just about anything if it meant protecting those he cared about.
Tabitha's face fell.
"Aww man! That's right! Badger'll probably catch us for sure." She whined. Jubilee perked up.
"Hey, I know! We could use Amara!"
Amara looked up, surprised.
"Me? What can I do? What do you want me to do? Burn down some trees and scatter its ashes?" she half joked. But the gleaming in Jubilee's eyes only brightened. Amara stiffened.
"Actually, yes, that's exactly what we want you to do. Logan won't be able to catch our scent through the ashes and smoke." Jubilee said cheerily.
Amara looked skeptical.
"Well, it might work. Maybe..." she said unsurely.
The jet came to a roaring halt. Logan stood up.
"Alright," he said in a gruff voice, "You all know the drill. If you see anything suspicious, come tell Storm, Beast, or myself. No going off for more than half a mile from around camp. And absolutely NO SNEAKING OUT AFTER DARK. Have fun, kids." Logan looked pointedly at Tabitha, Amara, and Jubilee, who looked away.
As soon as Logan finished, Ororo began her lecture.
"Ok now. You children are free to do almost anything in the park. We brought food, so should you get hungry, just come back to camp. As Logan said before, when you see the sky turning dark, head back. Other than that have fun."
"Okay," Mr. McCoy began, "everybody has to share a tent because we only brought so many. Girls will be with girls and vice versa for the boys. Let's see, as for the girls, Jubilee and Tabitha, will be in one tent, Amara and Rahne in another."
"And as for the boys," Logan continued, "Roberto and Sam in one tent, Ray and Bobby in another, and since Jamie isn't here, that's it. Everybody start pitchin'!" -------------------------------------
St. John looked for somewhere to put up his tent. He had no such desire to sleep on the ground in the first place.
"Awrioght, I think, I'll jus' pitch me camp in that tree." He muttered to himself. He selected a tree, a tall oak, and climbed up. He spread his things out in a line along the thick branches that seemed to shoot out of nowhere.
"Mags bettah appreciate wot I'm doin' for him." John said out loud. He knew the X-men were nearby. Luckily, for him, it was getting dark. St. John loved the dark. He knew it was because of the fire he loved so much. In the dark, he could see the flames from his lighter better.
Pyro began to play with his lighter.
Click-Click.
Click-Click.
He pulled the trigger on his lighter and watched as the flame's light poured over him. He began to shape the flame, based on his emotions at the moment.
The flame twisted several times, changing from a dragon to an angry wolf. Suddenly, he heard voices. He quickly doused the flame on his lighter and flattened himself against the huge branch.
"Oh Amara, c'mon! We have to gather wood for our fire. We'll even let you light it if you want." John could just make out the figure of a girl, she looked to be Asian at about 15 or 16.
"Yeah 'Mara! We're comin' back either way, so you may as well give it up!" another voice taunted. John also could make out the figure to be a young girl, about 16, with blond hair.
"You guys! Why can't we just use the wood near camp? I'm sure it works just as good!"
This time, as the third girl passed under his tree, St. John froze. He knew her mutation had something to do with fire, he could sense it. His mutation had a sort of magnetic-like charge that always told him how flammable something was. But this time it felt different.
"Amara, if you don't hurry up, we'll leave you!" the blond said in a sing- song voice. That did it. What John saw next amazed him.
Amara had become angry and changed into her magma form. Pyro could just make out the flaming figure of a young girl. She was beautiful.
"Bloody 'ell!" St. John whispered. Suddenly, a crazy grin spread across his face. The kind he always got when he was around fire. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
A/N: Ok, this chapter was extra hard to write. I'm really not good at writing amyros. I'm really considering discontinuing. Let me know what you guys think. In the mean time, I'll be working on my other story, And Then There Was That Summer Boat Vacation.