Hello again! Well, here's chapter 8.
As a note, when you see words inclosed with colons (ie. :Hello:), that means that the words are being communicated telepathically. Obviously used by the Professor. All right. That's all I had to say. Also, a thanks to everyone for their great reviews and everyone that read my other fanfic (cough The Wolves cough). That one doesn't seem to be getting too much traffic. Hm . . . subject matter or quality? Don't know. Won't worry about it for now. Carry on! Enjoy reading!!!!
This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister, Dad, and the character Blade.
Chapter 8
The woman returned my glare, her eyes burning with fury.
"Listen, kid. This isn't my idea of a fun-filled afternoon either. So why don't you just make it easier on both of us and do the work. That way we can both get out of here a lot faster."
"I should draw it out and make you suffer." I mumbled under my breath.
Blade shoved herself away from the table with an exasperated sigh. "Damn it! Why can't you just do what you're told for once?!"
I quirked an eyebrow over at her. "Watch your mouth. This is a school."
The woman froze before turning slowly to face me. Her face was colored with disbelief. She walked back over to me and crouched down until she was about an inch from my face.
"You're really not too bright, are you, kid?"
The fire inside of my chest started to burn again, just like it had when I met Logan. It raged against my guards, burning my skin from within.
"'Course I'm 'bright'. I just don't wanna read your stupid book. And stop calling me kid! The name's Pyro! You'd do well to remember it."
Blade laughed through her nose. "Wow. Getting a little big for our britches, aren't we? You've got a long way to go before I waste anytime remembering you."
She moved gracefully back to her seat and practically floated into it. "Now. Let's get back to work. Read the first paragraph."
"No." My voice was soft but forceful.
"I said, read the paragraph."
"And I said, no!"
"Read this paragraph or you'll find yourself breathing through a new hole. Do we understand each other?"
The glint of metal in her hand drew my attention. I flicked my eyes down to see a small dagger nestled in her palm. I swallowed hard and sat back in my chair. This chick's gotta go. Giving her a measured look, I reached out and snatched the textbook. Okay. First paragraph. That's not so bad. Furrowing my brow, I stared intently at the book. My eyes blinked rapidly, as if protesting the strain I was putting on them. Blade sat by, silent. But I could feel her studying the top of my head. I hunched further over the book, making myself as small as possible. She still didn't say anything. I drew my lower lip into my mouth and chewed on it nervously. All right. I can do this. Come on, John, concentrate! I could practically hear all of my old teachers as if they were sitting next to me. 'St. John, you're not really trying.' 'Come on John, this is simple.' 'What is it now, Mr. Allerdyce? Are you being a troublemaker again?'
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I continued to stare at the book wordlessly. Panic began to grow in my chest, making my heart race. I could feel my breath quickening as my palms started to sweat.
"Pyro? What are you-"
I didn't wait to hear the rest of her question. I threw myself away from the table, causing the book to fall in the process. My chair toppled over and I fell with it. My leg had gotten caught in one of its rungs. Blade jumped out of her own chair, but I scrambled back and out the door. Running as fast as I could, I burst from the building and into the surrounding woods. I ran until my lungs were on fire and my legs felt like jelly. Falling to the ground under a tree, I rested my head against the trunk. When I could finally control my breathing again, I sat up and glanced around. This is definitely farther than Gambit and I have ever gone.
Off to my left, something that could only be a fence loomed against the trees. Everything else was peaceful and quiet. Over my head, a few birds moved among the tree branches, but none seemed brave enough to start a song. I buried my face in my hands as the day's events came swarming back to torment me. Why did I ever come here? There's nothing for me here! All I've done is make a fool of myself. And now she's gonna go tell everyone.
:No, she isn't: A voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked around wildly, scrambling against the leaves and pushing my back up against the bark of the tree as tight as I could.
"Who's there?!?" I yelled, not seeing anyone in the foliage.
:You needn't shout, my boy. I can hear you just fine when you think it. This is Professor Xavier, to answer your question.:
:Professor, how are you . . . right. You're telepathic.:
I could practically feel him chuckle in my mind.
:Yes, St. John. I am.:
Bitting my lip again, I closed my eyes and concentrated. :Well, whadda ya want?:
:Why did you run? Blade only wants to help you.:
:'Cause you made her.: The accusation felt hot in my mind.
:She won't tell anyone.:
:She told you!: I countered, glaring at nothing. :What's to say she ain't gonna tell others? Have a good laugh about it durin' lunch.:
:Because she isn't like that. Trust me. Come back to the institution where we can discuss this face to face.:
I levered myself up from the ground and brushed off my pants. :Fine. But she still has my lighter.:
The Professor's smile flew across my mind, feeling like a warm summer night breeze. :I will see what I can do about that.:
As a note, when you see words inclosed with colons (ie. :Hello:), that means that the words are being communicated telepathically. Obviously used by the Professor. All right. That's all I had to say. Also, a thanks to everyone for their great reviews and everyone that read my other fanfic (cough The Wolves cough). That one doesn't seem to be getting too much traffic. Hm . . . subject matter or quality? Don't know. Won't worry about it for now. Carry on! Enjoy reading!!!!
This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister, Dad, and the character Blade.
Chapter 8
The woman returned my glare, her eyes burning with fury.
"Listen, kid. This isn't my idea of a fun-filled afternoon either. So why don't you just make it easier on both of us and do the work. That way we can both get out of here a lot faster."
"I should draw it out and make you suffer." I mumbled under my breath.
Blade shoved herself away from the table with an exasperated sigh. "Damn it! Why can't you just do what you're told for once?!"
I quirked an eyebrow over at her. "Watch your mouth. This is a school."
The woman froze before turning slowly to face me. Her face was colored with disbelief. She walked back over to me and crouched down until she was about an inch from my face.
"You're really not too bright, are you, kid?"
The fire inside of my chest started to burn again, just like it had when I met Logan. It raged against my guards, burning my skin from within.
"'Course I'm 'bright'. I just don't wanna read your stupid book. And stop calling me kid! The name's Pyro! You'd do well to remember it."
Blade laughed through her nose. "Wow. Getting a little big for our britches, aren't we? You've got a long way to go before I waste anytime remembering you."
She moved gracefully back to her seat and practically floated into it. "Now. Let's get back to work. Read the first paragraph."
"No." My voice was soft but forceful.
"I said, read the paragraph."
"And I said, no!"
"Read this paragraph or you'll find yourself breathing through a new hole. Do we understand each other?"
The glint of metal in her hand drew my attention. I flicked my eyes down to see a small dagger nestled in her palm. I swallowed hard and sat back in my chair. This chick's gotta go. Giving her a measured look, I reached out and snatched the textbook. Okay. First paragraph. That's not so bad. Furrowing my brow, I stared intently at the book. My eyes blinked rapidly, as if protesting the strain I was putting on them. Blade sat by, silent. But I could feel her studying the top of my head. I hunched further over the book, making myself as small as possible. She still didn't say anything. I drew my lower lip into my mouth and chewed on it nervously. All right. I can do this. Come on, John, concentrate! I could practically hear all of my old teachers as if they were sitting next to me. 'St. John, you're not really trying.' 'Come on John, this is simple.' 'What is it now, Mr. Allerdyce? Are you being a troublemaker again?'
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I continued to stare at the book wordlessly. Panic began to grow in my chest, making my heart race. I could feel my breath quickening as my palms started to sweat.
"Pyro? What are you-"
I didn't wait to hear the rest of her question. I threw myself away from the table, causing the book to fall in the process. My chair toppled over and I fell with it. My leg had gotten caught in one of its rungs. Blade jumped out of her own chair, but I scrambled back and out the door. Running as fast as I could, I burst from the building and into the surrounding woods. I ran until my lungs were on fire and my legs felt like jelly. Falling to the ground under a tree, I rested my head against the trunk. When I could finally control my breathing again, I sat up and glanced around. This is definitely farther than Gambit and I have ever gone.
Off to my left, something that could only be a fence loomed against the trees. Everything else was peaceful and quiet. Over my head, a few birds moved among the tree branches, but none seemed brave enough to start a song. I buried my face in my hands as the day's events came swarming back to torment me. Why did I ever come here? There's nothing for me here! All I've done is make a fool of myself. And now she's gonna go tell everyone.
:No, she isn't: A voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked around wildly, scrambling against the leaves and pushing my back up against the bark of the tree as tight as I could.
"Who's there?!?" I yelled, not seeing anyone in the foliage.
:You needn't shout, my boy. I can hear you just fine when you think it. This is Professor Xavier, to answer your question.:
:Professor, how are you . . . right. You're telepathic.:
I could practically feel him chuckle in my mind.
:Yes, St. John. I am.:
Bitting my lip again, I closed my eyes and concentrated. :Well, whadda ya want?:
:Why did you run? Blade only wants to help you.:
:'Cause you made her.: The accusation felt hot in my mind.
:She won't tell anyone.:
:She told you!: I countered, glaring at nothing. :What's to say she ain't gonna tell others? Have a good laugh about it durin' lunch.:
:Because she isn't like that. Trust me. Come back to the institution where we can discuss this face to face.:
I levered myself up from the ground and brushed off my pants. :Fine. But she still has my lighter.:
The Professor's smile flew across my mind, feeling like a warm summer night breeze. :I will see what I can do about that.: