Hi, guys. This is my second X-Men story, and if there are things to correct in my stories, don't hesitate to give some constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!
P.S. This chapter is in Pyro's point of view. And this is during the first movie.
"Fire & Ice"
Chapter 1
I grimaced as Goody Two Shoe's, Bobby Drake, turned my fireball into ice. He was always flaunting his stupid 'talent' in turning anything he wants to ice. And of course the noise would attract attention. Storm turned around from the chalkboard to face me.
"John? Is there something wrong?"
I shook my head and lowered my gaze to my notebook. I hated that stupid icicle; he always had to be in the spotlight.
"I'll get you back later, Iceman!" I hissed to the boy behind me. Well, perhaps not boy. We were 16 after all.
"Sure, whatever, Pyro." came his reply.
I shook my head and glanced back. Bobby was still making eye contact with the new girl, Marie or whatnot.
I smiled to myself and flicked open my lighter. It was painted to look like a shark. The flame danced before my eyes as I placed my hand over the lighter to conceal it from Storm. She wouldn't have noticed anyway; she was facing the board. The fire stretched longer and longer as it snaked toward Bobby's desk. Suddenly, his notebook was up in flames. Seeing as both of us, or everyone in the classroom besides Storm, were still students, our powers were only partly in our control. Bobby shielded his eyes slightly before he pointed his hand at his notebook. Almost instantly, the fire was out, replaced by a large hunk of ice. Bobby glared at me before turning to Storm.
"Professor?" he exclaimed. "There's a slight problem back here."
Of course that stupid broad wouldn't know there was a fire in the back of the classroom, she could hardly teach in the first place.
"What is it?" she asked. The tall woman strode to the back of the classroom, placing her hand on her cheek.
"Oh dear," she sighed. "John, come with me."
Bobby smirked at me as I was led by my elbow to Professor Xavier's office. I flipped him off just as we were exiting the classroom.
The whole lecture of being careful of my powers went by in a heartbeat, and when I was let out, it was already lunch.
"Yo, Pyro!" yelled Colossus. I preferred our mutant names better than our Christian names. "What happened in class today?" He wasn't in our class; he was a year or two older.
I shook my head and plunked down on the couch, watching two of the younger students play a game on X-box. When one of them blinked, the T.V. would go blank, so he had to keep his eyes open as long as he could. Now his eyes were red.
"Nothing happened, Colossus. Just normal shit, you know?"
He approached, carrying a tray loaded with sandwiches. The younger kids scurried about, hurrying to get their meal so that they could go back to what they were doing. I snatched a turkey sandwich off the tray.
"Ugh, this is soggy. How come we never get good food here?" I asked while flipping my lighter open. I manipulated the fire to toast the sandwich slightly. I closed my fist around the small flame, extinguishing it quickly. I took a bite from my sandwich.
"Eh. Needs some mustard."
Colossus handed me a yellow bottle. I nodded in thanks and opened my sandwich. The mustard fell in goops on the still soggy bread.
"Pyro," he said. I looked up before he continued. "You know that new girl?" I nodded and took another bite from my sandwich.
"Well, I've been hearing that Bobby asked her out."
I choked on the hunk of chewed up sandwich in my mouth. I drank greedily from the bottle of soda Colossus handed me.
"What!"
Colossus merely nodded before taking the empty tray back to the kitchen. I stared in disbelief at his departing form.
'No way. There's no fucking way.'
I threw the sandwich down as I stood up. Bobby entered the room, the new girl trailing slightly behind, obviously enjoying the tour that he was giving her.
"Hi," I said as I approached the new girl. "I'm John. I like to be called Pyro though." I opened my lighter and struck the flint. It made a spark, igniting the oil-sodden wick. I made the fire turn into a man and a woman; the flames dancing along to an imaginary beat.
She smiled and extended her hand. "Marie." I took it and shook lightly. Her hand was clad in a leather glove, and it didn't look very comfortable.
"Don't your hands get hot in those?" I asked, pointing to the gloves.
She blushed and shoved them into her pockets. "Well… I kind of suck out people's powers and energy when I make skin contact, so I wear these gloves…"
I nodded in fake understanding. "Of course. Well, I'm sure Iceman over here has been a big help in showing you around campus. Do you mind if I show you the rest?"
Bobby glared at me before plunking down on an easy chair. Marie smiled at me.
"Well, let's go," I said, suddenly cheerful. I led her down the corridor to the bedrooms.
"Has Bobby shown you your room?"
She nodded. "I unpacked everything this morning before classes."
I smiled at her and approached the elevator that connected to the training rooms in the basement.
"Did he show you the training rooms?"
She shook her head and I cheered in my mind. I couldn't believe myself; I was being nice to someone!
"Do you have a… A mutant name?" I asked while waiting for the door to the elevator to slide open.
She nodded excitedly and proclaimed proudly, "It's Rogue."
"Rogue? Interesting name."
She nodded, again, and stepped into the elevator. I followed her.
"So what do you think of the school so far?"
She pondered this, tapping her chin. In the end, Rogue shrugged.
"I like it, I guess. The campus is huge though."
I nodded and waited patiently for the doors to open. Rogue jumped from one foot to the next.
"Whoa, it's not that exciting to be here!"
She smiled at me. "To me it is!"
The elevator doors opened after what seemed like an eternity and I swept my arms to show the metallic hallways of the basement.
"And this is where the X-Men train."
Rogue was even more excited now. "Are you one? Is Logan one? How many are there?"
I shook my head, smiling at how childlike she was.
"Not yet, I don't know, and I'm pretty sure there's about 5."
I heard footsteps behind us.
"Uh-oh."
Rogue looked at me with a playful glint in her eyes.
"What?" she asked. "Are we not allowed down here?"
The glint disappeared as I nodded grimly.
"We're in for it now," I whispered as the footsteps grew louder. The person rounded the corner and grinned at us.
"Hey guys, what are you doing down here?"
