A/N: Hey! I'm sooooo sorry its been such along time since I've updated. School and all....blah....
Anywho, heres the next chappie. Its kinda short but its almost time for bed, sooo....just leave me some reviews!! plz!! luvs to all!
Also Amara prays in this. If u dont like that than don't read. Okay? I'm not changing anything tho, so no compliants.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, Marvel and stuff owns all. I own nothing. weep
Pyro flicked his ligher. on. whoosh. off. repeat.
He was going crazy. He had to get out of here. Now. He couldn't take it anymore.
He was alone. In the dark. Feeling along the walls, he pulled himself up to his window, the steel bars the only thing between himself and freedom.
Suddenly, he got an idea. A crazy idea. But when has that ever stopped him?
"Please work, please..." He chanted his mantra over and over again as his nearly empty lighter. Finally. There. A spark. That was all he needed.
He formed the spark into flame hot enough to bed steel, burn metal. And thats exactly what he was going to do.
John twisted the flame around the metal bars, swirling and going into the molecules of the metal.
"Wait. Do metal have molecules?" He shrugged and contuined his work.
It might take a second. Okay. More than a second.
He looked around anxiously, just waiting for Magneto to walk through those doors at any minute. If Murphy's law has anything to do with it...
Amara slept fitfully. Xavier said to wait till morning.
All night, nightmares plauged her sleep. John. Fire. John. Magneto.
She bolted upright, breathing heavily, feeling sweat trickle down her brow. Amara looked around in a panic. Where was John.
John...
She flopped back down, twisting in the sheets.
"God, please help him." She sobbed. Praying. Hoping. "Please."
Rogue sat up in bed. She heard something.
Remy was in the room across from her and light spilled from under the closed door.
She tried to get into her powers. Jean maybe. Or Kitty's powers.
Xavier had been trying to teach her to use powers she had abosorbed before.
Locking onto Kitty's powers, she carefully tipped her head in through the door, looking for Romy quickly before he saw.
He was sitting on his bed. Writing. Wait, writing? She looked closer, he was writing in a book, very furiously as his pencil scribbled along the paper.
Taking her head out of the door she felt a pang of guilt for spying on him. He was upset. She knew that even without powers.
Suddenly, a thought came to her mind.
She quietly walked downstairs into the kitchen. To her surprise Amara was at the table sipping a soda.
"What are you doin' up so late?" She asked, walking over to her, crossing her arms to keep out the chill of the open room.
"Can't sleep. You?"
"Came ta get some hot chocolate for Re-" she stopped. "Fer me. Ah can't sleep either."
Amara smiled.
"Here. Lemme help." Amara grabbed a cup from the cuboard and perceded to get the milk. "So, Remy couldn't sleep either?"
"I guess not, I just peeke- I mean, Ah guess not."
Amara smiled again. "Its okay. Here." She handed Rogue a cup, already steaming.
Rogue looked at her. "Powers." Amara said, gestering to the steaming hot cup.
"Thanks. Try to get some sleep, k?"
"Yeah, you too."
TBC
I know I know cliffie. sorry. please review! hugz for all! Bye!
