No, I don't write that fast, I transfer my story between two computers. I'm usually up up until 2 in the morning writing.
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Chapter 11
A Slow, Tumor-Ridden Death, Not Courtesy Of John Allerdyce
The four of us grabbed a table and sat down.
"I think they do this field trip every year." I said, stretching out my legs.
"Yeah… we're in New York and they can't find anywhere else to bring us… it's kinda sad." Rogue agreed.
"Maybe we could go to Broadway next year!" John exclaimed sarcastically, pulling his lighter out of his pocket.
"That'd be awesome! I can't wait for all the plays to be made into movies." I commented.
"Yeah, that's just what I need. Do you guys know that she can recite RENT from start to finish? I do, because she's done it a million times." Rogue told the boys.
"And when did you first discover that you had no life, Anna?" John asked me in a cheesy voice, holding an invisible microphone to my lips.
"That would be the same day I met you, John." I countered, smiling.
"Oh, BURN! You want some ice for that?" Bobby laughed.
"That was pretty clever, Bobby. You get a team of scientists to help you come up with that?" John asked him.
If you didn't know John and Bobby were best friends, you'd never know it by the way they talked to each other.
John was flipping his lighter open and shut.
"John, you're a walking hazard." I informed him.
"I left my gun license at home."
"Gun license? What- no, John, don't do it." Rogue pleaded.
John didn't listen, just kissed his biceps and exclaimed, "A license for these guns!"
"Wow, John. You're a living, breathing arsenal." I said in mock astonishment.
"You love 'em." he informed me cheekily.
"You caught me. I actually have pictures of your 'guns' hanging over my bed, just so I can fall asleep easier at night." I told him, with a sigh.
"Really?"
"Nope."
"Tease."
Click.
Snap.
Click.
Snap.
"John, you're gonna get us kicked outta here if you keep playing with that thing." Bobby said.
"No I won't. Nobody's paying attention-"
"You gotta light?"
I turned around and saw two guys standing behind me, staring at John.
"Nope." he said coolly, flipping his lighter shut.
"Why're you being such a dick?" one whined.
"Yeah, why're you being such a dick?" the other one repeated.
"Because I can." John responded, flicking the lighter open again.
"I'm gonna ask you one last time. Got a light?" the bigger one growled at John.
"Sorry, guys. Besides the fact that this is clearly marked as a non-smoking environment, I couldn't bear knowing that I contributed to your slow, tumor-ridden death." John said innocently, snapping his lighter shut again.
The guy reached around me and snatched John's lighter from his left hand.
John stood up immediately. "Give that back." he demanded.
The guy laughed, lighting up a Marlboro cigarette. "Not so tough without your lighter, huh?"
"Piss off. Give me the lighter before I de-ball you." I said, holding my hand out.
"What the hell could you possibly do to me?" the guy sneered, his face in mine. He smelled like smoke and cheap alcohol, a scent that reminded me of Frank.
I backed up near where John was. I saw John wink and watched in astonishment as the lit end of the cigarette exploded, sparks igniting the kid's jacket.
"John!" I shouted, punching him in the arm.
John just laughed as the guy fell to the floor and screamed, rolling around like a fish.
Bobby stood up and sent a stream of ice to the kid. Everyone in the food court was staring at us. I rubbed my temples and shot John a nasty look.
Suddenly, everybody froze. Everybody except us four. John looked at the kid on the ground and wiggled his fingers in front of his face.
"Bobby?" Rogue said.
"It wasn't me."
"It was me."
I turned around and saw Professor X in his wheelchair. Behind him were all of our teachers.
He looked at John sternly.
"Next time you feel like showing off, don't."
Suddenly, a sound in the quiet room caught his attention. We followed his gaze to a mounted television, where an image of the White House surrounded by army troops and the words, "MUTANT ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT."
"...coming to you live from Washington with reports of an assassination attempt on the President, which took place in the Oval Office less than an hour ago. Details are still sketchy, but we do know that the President is alive and uninjured...While an official description has not been released; several eyewitnesses have claimed the assassin was a mutant. The suspect is still at large and is considered armed and dangerous..."
"Professor, I think it's time to go." Scott said worriedly, looking around.
"I think you're right."
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