Bobby sat at the dinner table, glancing at his watch.
It was just past noon. Which means; John has been wreaking havoc for over four hours, and still hasn't found his lighter.
Yay.
So far, John had burst in unintentionally in the girls' showers, nearly made Ms. Jean blow up the chemistry lab by bursting in on her while she was using a bunsen burner, 'accidentally' gone into the girls' showers again, the girls nearly giving him a black eye to remember them by, and had nearly caused the professor to be bushed down the stairs, out the door and into the lake.
Someone needed to find that lighter. And quick. The world will not last another four hours.
The whole school piped in to search every nook and cranny of the mansion, so long as the x-men contained Pyro just so he won't cause more damage.
The professor, Jean, Ororo, Scott, Kurt, Logan, Bobby and Rogue sat in a circle, the couches placed that way, John sitting on one of the recliner chairs in the circle, his hands together, his legs together, his eyes glimmering with lunacy.
Bobby stared at John. His legs seemed to be shaking and he continuously wringing his hands as though for something to do.
Kurt was the first one to say anything, as a thick silence had settled on everyone's heads. "Vhy don't ve do something?"
"You're right. I'll look for her." John said immediately, standing up.
"NO!"
John blinked around at everyone, since everyone had answered in unison. "Why not? I need to find her! Why do you want me to stay here?"
"John, i want you to try and relax." sighed the Professor, finding this heavy stress was getting to him, even if it wasn't his stress.
John slumped back onto the recliner, wringing his hands again, tapping his heels together like in 'the wizard of oz', before getting up and walking around in tight little figure-eights on the other side of the room.
Kurt looked over at Ororo and she smiled, patting his arm reassuringly.
"This really isn't getting anywhere." sighed Scott, his hand linked with Jean's.
"What exactly are we looking for, again? If it's a girl... Or a guy... Wouldn't they be easy to find?" asked Logan.
"What the hell are you going on about, Logan?" groaned Scott.
"What are we supposed to be looking for, one-eye?" Logan sighed, sending a glower in Scott's general direction.
"John thinks someone stole his lighter." sighed Bobby.
"The one with the shark on it?" asked Logan.
"Yes." nodded Rogue.
Logan's face went completely and utterly blank, and all of the x-men wondered what happened but soon, a slow, sheepish smile came over Logan's feral features.
"Don't tell me..." muttered Jean, looking pained.
"You didn't..." the professor said slowly.
Logan dug around in his pocket and flicked out a silver, shark lighter.
"Mine ran out of gas." Logan shrugged. "And i needed a smoke, so what else was i supposed to use?"
Bobby looked over at John, who had frozen, his eyes wide, and fixed on his lighter, which was in Logan's possession.
"... Logan..." Bobby said slowly.
"Yeah, kid?"
"I'd run really fast if i were you..."
"But you're not me, are you...?"
"No, seriously."
"MY LIGHTER!"
"HOLY FUCKING--"
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"GET BACK HERE WITH MY LIGHTER!"
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All four of x-men and the three x-women looked at each other.
There was a crash, numerous screams, a yell and the sound of facial-hair burning.
"NOT THE MUTTON-CHOPS!"
"SUCKED IN, YOU LIGHTER-STEALING-BASTARD!"
shouk
John screamed and the dogs of hell were after him, their adamantiam claws and all.
((END. thank you for reading my mentally-desturbing fanfiction, and yes, i know, it was too short. please, no flames, and don't take this fanfiction seriously. thank you everyone, and i hope you're not mentally scarred by this. if you aren't, i'll have to work harder next time, won't i? XD))