Whats your Power?

John tried to move but relized he couldnt. He was pinned by nothingness onto his bed. He tried to look around but it was so dark his eyes could not focus. Then suddenly the heat was on him again, licking up his legs.

Then quite suddenly he felt a hand on him, ghosting up his thigh. John tried to turn away from it, it was so hot it burned him. . .scortched his pants. He felt the bed give way as somone climbed over him. Suddenly the heat was stradling his body, and the hands were holding him down. . .pinning his arms.

Then there were eyes, glowing and peircing, gazing down at him, slowly a round face lit up, as if a candle was casting its soft glow. It was the young woman who haunted his dreams.

She was so beautiful.

Slowly he watched as her eyes filled with tears and they trickeled onto her face. Instintly they sizzled and evaporated into steam dramticly, and the girl screamed.

John flung up in suprise, flinging his arms about. He stopped, suprised at how dark it was and grumbled.

Bobby had let him sleep right threw dinner.

Some friend.

John flopped back onto his pillow, having every intention to fall back asleep, when his stomache growled.

"Uhg. . ." He groaned. He did not want to get up.

After a few more gross gurgling noises John swung his legs over the bed. Not bothering with shoes he grabbed his lighter and crept out of the room.

The corridors were dark and quite. No one was sappose to be up at this hour, but John always slunk around at all hours of the night. Mostly becasue of his dreams. He liked to stroll about, listening to the quiteness of the mansion, however this night he had one thought on his mind.

Food.

He turned into the kitchen, not even thinking of checking to make sure noone was there, and stopped.

A young woman stood frozen behind the island, ice cream in hand.

John nealry fell to his knees in shock.

She wore a slinky red night dress, and oddly a pair of red gloves that went al the way up her arms. Her blood red hair hung it large finger curls all around her shoulders, standing out dramticly agasint her pale skin. Her eyes were an odd amber color, nealy yellow, but softer.

The woman from his dreams. Relizing he was staring he spoke.

"Oh, sorry. I didnt know anyone was in here." He cleared his throat.

The girl poked at her ice cream in shyness. "I didnt eat dinner. . . i was just hungry." She whispered.

John smirked slowly aproaching the island. Act cool John, he told himself. "Well, correct me if im wrong, but ice cream doesnt seem like a good supper to me."

The girl smiled and shrugged. "I was hot."

This made Johns heart flutter in his chest. He sat at the stool across from her and smiled.

"Im John. Or Pyro, which ever you like." He said exstending his hand. This seemed to make the girl uncomfortable. Glancing down she contiued to poke at her ice cream, ignoring his hand.

"Im Summer." She whispered. John dropped his hand, confused.

"Are you new?" He asked, forgeting his hunger.

Summer nodded, taking a bite of ice cream. A strange noise seem to be muffled inside her mouth, but John wasnt sure if he heard it or if he was just tired still.

"Whats your power?" He asked, snaking his hand into his pocket to pull out his lighter. He began to flip it.

Summer looked at it solemly, then shook her head.

"Id rather not talk about it. . .I uh. . .I need to go-" She snatched up the ice cream and before John could protest or show off she left. He stood confused.

He quickly circled around to where she had been standing and gasped in shock.

The air was alive with heat.

Having Dreams

Bobby stood arms crossed, leaning agasint the wall, watching John pace back and forth infront of him.

He'd been ranting for some time now and Bobby was becoming very bored.

"So you expect me to believe that youve been having dreams about this girl?"

John stopped and glared at his friend. "Yes, i do."

Bobby nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. "And then she just shows up, here? Just like that?"

John groaned, raking his hands through his frosted hair. "Look i know this sounds weird but i swear its her! They look identical! Red hair, amber eyes, everything!" He looked at Bobby.

"How many people do you know who have amber eyes?"

Bobby shrugged. "Mutants tend to have weird eyes. . ."

John groaned and continued his pacing. "She must of been sending me dreams. . . " He trailed off. "Maybe thats her power." He suggested.

Bobby shook his head. "No, Rogue says it kinda like hers. Summer wont touch anybody, or thing without her gloves."

John paused to think about this. "Then why is it so hot in my dreams?"

Bobby threw his arms into the air. "John you sound crazy! Are you even listning to yourself? Your talking about dreams. They arnt real."

John wipped out his lighter and began to flick it to calm down. Bobby was sapose to be his best friend, he was sappose to believe him, and here he was mocking him. Seeing the aggrivation Bobby tried to lend some advice.

"Look John im sorry. It just all sound weird. If it bothers you that bad try and talk to her again."

John nodded, glancing out the window. He watched as Summer strolled about the yard alone, arms crossed as if she were afraid of something.