A/N: next chapter will "heat up" I promise
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Chapter 25- Warmed Up
"You're turn," John said, entering the office like room where they had been surveyed. He looked at Tristian. "You're gonna love this thing."
Tristian didn't doubt that for a second. He saw what they went through and was pretty sure he could get through it all right. It had been awhile, but he could do it on his own…hopefully. He nodded his head, glancing at Jean to find her green eyes locked on him. She gave him a smile and nodded her head.
He fought the fluttering in his stomach and left the room, going down the glass elevator to the room below. He stepped out and only looked back when he heard the elevator go up, watching his only escape leave him behind,
Tristian took a deep breath, glancing around the room, trying to figure out where something would come out from. The trio had done well, passed it in five minutes, but that was in a group. This was him, alone. He wasn't sure he could do this like he used to. But it was worth seeing.
He glanced up at the room above and saw Jean staring down at him from the large glass window. His other friends were watching too, but Jean's eyes gave him the motivation he needed. He could see her belief in the green pearls and smiled, giving a nod and spreading his legs to balance himself out, bracing his body for anything.
Tristian opened his senses, getting a broader sense of anything that tried to sneak up on him. The lights went off, and the room turned black. He heard creaking noises as things came into place, clinks as things slid from the floor.
He closed his eyes gathering his energy into his entire body, pulling it from every source. He smiled, then opened them, letting loose. He felt the darkness creep into his eyes, enhancing his vision to see in the dark. He grinned broader as the power surged through him, he could do this, no problem. It was like riding a back, you never forgot how. He could feel where everything was already, three laser beams lining the walls in the corners, preparing to shoot at him. Seven or so mechanical arsenicals prepared to shoot at him with lasers and stunning devices. Flame throwers, blade launchers, everything they could think of. This was going to be too easy.
The lights came on, and Tristian melted to shadow.
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"Where'd he go?" Rogue asked, looking around what appeared to be a now empty room. The mechanics all stood there, heads turning, trying to find him, but Tristian was gone.
"He couldn't have just left. It's not his style," Pyro added. "He wouldn't just run."
"He's still in there," Jean told them. She was still looking outside at the area below. Her hand pressed against the glass, waiting for him. He wouldn't let her down. He'd do this.
Suddenly a robot to the far right was down, bursting to flame. Another went down, its wiring pulled out from its back, causing it to short circuit and fall. The heat censoring lasers on the wall fired, missing. Tristian suddenly appeared behind another robot, crouching low. The laser on the wall, swung around firing and he disappeared. The beams hit the robot, exploding it.
A laser up on the wall blew up and Tristian used his momentum to jump off the wall and kick the other one, breaking it. The three teenagers next to her were hooting and hollering for him, cheering him on as he caused the blade thrower to decapitate a robot and then used the blade to dismantle the machine and another laser box.
The flame thrower turned to him, spewing fire. He held out his hand and it seemed like it hit an invisible wall, but she watched as the fire was consumed into a sphere floating above his hand. He turned it and let it loose on a robot. He had two left.
He turned them, a wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes dark. They aimed their guns and Tristian only stood, fists clenched smiling. Before they could fire, Jean felt him let loose a great wave of power causing them to explode. She staggered back by the wave, feeling it rush through her. He was stronger than she imagined.
With it all done, he turned his head glancing at her, eyes back to the normal blue. He gave her a wave and she smiled back. Glad the power was gone.
Storm pressed a button on the control panel. "Two minutes and ten seconds." She spun in her chair, eyes locked on Jean. "That's incredible. No one's ever finished a group project in two minutes.
The door opened and Tristian stepped back inside, just as energetic as he was when he went in. The three congratulated him and he shrugged like it was nothing. He glanced over to Jean, stealing a look and she smiled in approval. He returned the look and left the room with the others. Leaving Jean to smile still, biting her lower lip as she only paid partial attention to what Ororo was saying because the other half of her mind was set on Tristian.
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GOOD THINGS TO COME!!!!!
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Chapter 25- Warmed Up
"You're turn," John said, entering the office like room where they had been surveyed. He looked at Tristian. "You're gonna love this thing."
Tristian didn't doubt that for a second. He saw what they went through and was pretty sure he could get through it all right. It had been awhile, but he could do it on his own…hopefully. He nodded his head, glancing at Jean to find her green eyes locked on him. She gave him a smile and nodded her head.
He fought the fluttering in his stomach and left the room, going down the glass elevator to the room below. He stepped out and only looked back when he heard the elevator go up, watching his only escape leave him behind,
Tristian took a deep breath, glancing around the room, trying to figure out where something would come out from. The trio had done well, passed it in five minutes, but that was in a group. This was him, alone. He wasn't sure he could do this like he used to. But it was worth seeing.
He glanced up at the room above and saw Jean staring down at him from the large glass window. His other friends were watching too, but Jean's eyes gave him the motivation he needed. He could see her belief in the green pearls and smiled, giving a nod and spreading his legs to balance himself out, bracing his body for anything.
Tristian opened his senses, getting a broader sense of anything that tried to sneak up on him. The lights went off, and the room turned black. He heard creaking noises as things came into place, clinks as things slid from the floor.
He closed his eyes gathering his energy into his entire body, pulling it from every source. He smiled, then opened them, letting loose. He felt the darkness creep into his eyes, enhancing his vision to see in the dark. He grinned broader as the power surged through him, he could do this, no problem. It was like riding a back, you never forgot how. He could feel where everything was already, three laser beams lining the walls in the corners, preparing to shoot at him. Seven or so mechanical arsenicals prepared to shoot at him with lasers and stunning devices. Flame throwers, blade launchers, everything they could think of. This was going to be too easy.
The lights came on, and Tristian melted to shadow.
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"Where'd he go?" Rogue asked, looking around what appeared to be a now empty room. The mechanics all stood there, heads turning, trying to find him, but Tristian was gone.
"He couldn't have just left. It's not his style," Pyro added. "He wouldn't just run."
"He's still in there," Jean told them. She was still looking outside at the area below. Her hand pressed against the glass, waiting for him. He wouldn't let her down. He'd do this.
Suddenly a robot to the far right was down, bursting to flame. Another went down, its wiring pulled out from its back, causing it to short circuit and fall. The heat censoring lasers on the wall fired, missing. Tristian suddenly appeared behind another robot, crouching low. The laser on the wall, swung around firing and he disappeared. The beams hit the robot, exploding it.
A laser up on the wall blew up and Tristian used his momentum to jump off the wall and kick the other one, breaking it. The three teenagers next to her were hooting and hollering for him, cheering him on as he caused the blade thrower to decapitate a robot and then used the blade to dismantle the machine and another laser box.
The flame thrower turned to him, spewing fire. He held out his hand and it seemed like it hit an invisible wall, but she watched as the fire was consumed into a sphere floating above his hand. He turned it and let it loose on a robot. He had two left.
He turned them, a wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes dark. They aimed their guns and Tristian only stood, fists clenched smiling. Before they could fire, Jean felt him let loose a great wave of power causing them to explode. She staggered back by the wave, feeling it rush through her. He was stronger than she imagined.
With it all done, he turned his head glancing at her, eyes back to the normal blue. He gave her a wave and she smiled back. Glad the power was gone.
Storm pressed a button on the control panel. "Two minutes and ten seconds." She spun in her chair, eyes locked on Jean. "That's incredible. No one's ever finished a group project in two minutes.
The door opened and Tristian stepped back inside, just as energetic as he was when he went in. The three congratulated him and he shrugged like it was nothing. He glanced over to Jean, stealing a look and she smiled in approval. He returned the look and left the room with the others. Leaving Jean to smile still, biting her lower lip as she only paid partial attention to what Ororo was saying because the other half of her mind was set on Tristian.
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GOOD THINGS TO COME!!!!!