Chapter 6

When we got inside as you can imagine people were staring. One kid came up to me and said, "Is it true that you burned Rogue's arms and legs off?"

I stared at him for a second then said, "Yes, and if you don't get out of my way in five seconds I'll do the same to you, and I count by fives."

He looked terrified, I never knew someone so small could move so fast.

I turned to John, "I can't go back to my room, first of all they'll be waiting for me and second of all, people will be crowded and by the time I get half way there I'll probably have killed most of the people there."

"You can sleep on the sofa in my room."

I whispered a thank you to him and we avoided as many people as possible as we headed off to his room. When we finally reached his door he told me he was going to get some food from the kitchen. I told him to get me some chicken teriyaki.

He just laughed and said, "Even in the worst of times,"

"What?" I said as he walked away towards the kitchen.

I went inside, sat on the sofa and turned on the television. I started flipping through unfamiliar channels. Finally I stopped on the news to see if there was anything on Magneto. I got up and started making the sofa into a bed. I stopped; the headline on the TV caught my attention. I sat back down. It said:

Mutant Attacks President

Magneto must be behind this, it is something he would do.

John walked in. "What are you watching?"

He put two burgers on the table in front of the sofa.

I looked at him, "The president was attacked by a mutant."

"When?" He asked.

"I don't know." I said putting my attention back on the television because a man started speaking.

"This morning the president was attacked by a mutant, we don't know exactly how many there were. We don't have much information at this time but we do know that a guard had not yet lost consciousness and had been able to shoot it. People in the White House are being questioned, but we still have no idea of where it might be. We'll be back after this."

"It?" I said in disgust, "He could have at least said 'where the mutant is."

John picked up his burger. "They treat us like we're pieces of meat," he took a tiny bite, chewed and swallowed. "So that's exactly how I intend to treat them."

When I woke up in the morning it was only four o'clock in the morning. I decided to try and avoid as many people as possible so I got ready and wrote a note for John before I left.

When I got to the kitchen I grabbed a soda and some Ritz crackers and headed back, but I had to stop because the bottom of the box broke open just as I was turning out. I put the soda down beside me and ran around the doorway grabbing the chips and putting them in the garbage. I picked up my soda and put the last of my chips in the garbage, I turned around and this time I almost dropped my drink, Bobby was standing in front of me.

"Is she okay?" I asked him.

"She has bandages on her hands; they said it won't take long for them to heal though. Libby, I know you could have done a lot worse, but I'm glad you didn't."

I walked passed him and sat at down at the counter. "Yeah, I was saving the rest for later."

He walked over and sat across from me, "Seriously, I know if you wanted to you could have killed her."

I looked down at my soda. "I did want to."

We did not speak for a bit.

"But you didn't."

I looked over at him. "Bobby she almost killed me over a little joke. What I really would like to know is why she did it, I thought we were friends. If she hated me so much she wanted to kill me, why didn't she just tell me?" I got up and walked over to the window.

He got up, "Well, there must be a reason."

"Better be a damn good one." The fridge opened, I sighed. "There's nothing in there except for ice cream, leftover chicken legs and some coleslaw." I turned to walk out.

He pulled out the tub of ice cream. "Thanks." He said sitting down.

"Yeah, what ever." I said walking out the door.

I was angry. Why wouldn't he stop talking to her? If she did something like that to him I would stop talking to her.

"Hey, kid?"

Damn it, a teacher saw me, just what I need right now. I turned around. It was Mr. Metal claws come shooting out of the hands guy.

I debated on weather to run or not. "Yeah?"

If I ran I couldn't go back to John, then he would get in trouble.

"Sorry if I scared you the other day."

I kind of shook my head. "Yeah." I said turning.

"Hey, hold on a sec,"

Shit.

"You're that kid that's been hanging around with Rogue and the others

right?"

"Uh, no sorry you must have mistaken me for someone else." I turned to go again.

"Look," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you or give you a detention, never believed in that kinda crap."

I turned to him. "Yes, I am."

"And you're the one she almost killed?"

I nodded

"What did you do to tick her off so much?"

"Nothing," I told him, "nothing that I can think of."

He did not talk for a couple of seconds. "Are you talking to her?"

"No."

"Is she talking to you?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't you relax for a couple of minutes and ask her why she did it?"

I looked at him. "I don't have a temper."

He lifted one eyebrow. "You're gonna break that bottle." He pointed to my soda.

I had not realized that I was squeezing the bottle so hard my hand was hurting.

Suddenly, without any warning I lost it. "Why didn't she tell me she didn't like me?"

He stayed calm like he had been waiting for the question. "You'd have to ask her that."

I thought for a second. "If I see her in the hall I'll smack her."

"No you won't. You're just confused and angry with her."

"I'll ask my questions, and then I'll hit her!"

He took in what I said. "Makes sense. Wait, forget I said that."

I laughed a little. "Hey you're smiling."

"Forget I did that."

He nodded. "So when did you get in here?"

"Last night." I told him.

"Last night," his forehead went all wrinkly, "where did you sleep?"

"If I told you that I'd have to kill you."

He laughed. I turned and walked away.

When I got back to John he was still asleep, so I put the old clothes he had given me back on and was asleep within seconds.

I opened my eyes, people were screaming. I looked over at John, he sat up. We both picked up our lighters and hurried into the hall.

"Come on," he said grabbing my wrist, "follow everyone else."

We started running down the hall.

"Why?" I asked confused. "Where are we going? What's happening?"

"I don't know, but better to be safe then sorry; we gotta get out of here."

A window smashed not to far away.

"John!"

We stopped; Bobby was looking at us from down the hall.

"Where's Rogue?" he asked us.

"I don't know."

Bobby looked at me. "I got to find her."

He ran the other way.

"Hey!" John looked over to me, "Are you coming or getting out"

"I'll come."

"Okay, let's go."

We ran after him down the hall. Bobby shouted her name.

"Bobby!" she said turning the corner. "This way."

We followed her back the way she came. We stopped though, down the hallway there were silhouettes of people behind the window. The second they disappeared the window exploded. We quickly ran the other way. We ran downstairs to the entrance of the school. But we were stopped again when the front doors opened up and people shone flashlights in our faces. We backed away. Someone yelled, then Mr. Metal claws come shooting out of the hands guy, I really ought to ask his name some time.

"Lets go." He beckoned us forward towards the front doors. But when we reached them, there were more lights on us and the sound of helicopters were nearby.

"Come on, this way!" we followed him the other way.

We could still hear the sound of the helicopters as we ran down the hall, but there was no more screaming. Finally we stopped in the middle of a hall and Bobby threw himself up against the wall. I thought he was crazy until the wall opened to reveal another escape route that outside. I looked back and saw more soldiers approaching us.

"Come on!" John said to me.

Mr. Metal claws come shooting out of the hands guy shut the door behind me.

"Logan!" Rogue yelled to him.

Logan, nice name, now I have to remember it.

She started banging on the door for it to open.

"You want to shoot me, shoot me!" Logan's muffled voice said.

Bobby grabbed Rogues hand, "Rogue come on we have to go."

"No. You guys are actually going to leave him there to die?"

I held up my hand. "Um, incase you've forgotten, from what I got from all your rants about him, he is basically indestructible so why are you worrying so much?"

She glared at me. "Bobby please."

"Bobby," John started, "he can take care of himself lets go!"

"We have to hurry." Bobby said carefully opening the door so he did not

catch anyone of the soldiers attention if possible. He then made a thick wall of ice between Logan and the soldiers.

"No! No!" he yelled pounding at the ice.

I thought he seemed a little too desperate to talk to the enemy.

Rogue stuck her head out, "Logan, come on."

"Go, I'll be fine."

"But we won't."

He took one last look at the silhouettes behind the wall then walked over to us. "Go!"

We all ran down the dark corridor. We turned at least eleven corners; I must be back in Italy by now. Finally, we stopped and Bobby climbed up a ladder to our right and opened a hatch. When I got up I saw that we had traveled to the complete other side of the mansion to the garage. We all ran over to a nice blue car.

"I'm driving." John said

"Hey," Logan stopped him, "maybe next time."

I popped open the door for him to climb in the back with me and Bobby.

"Why does she get to sit in the front?" I asked

"Because apparently, I'm that much faster then you." She retorted

I just realized the pain in my feet, none of us had had time to put our shoes on. I absentmindedly flipped open my lighter, I had totally forgotten I was holding it.

"This is Cyclopes' car."

"Oh yeah?" Logan shot a claw, put it in the key slot and within second we were on the road.

"What the hell was that back there?" John asked

Logan sighed, "Stryker, his name is Stryker."

Rogue looked over to him, "Who is he?"

"I can't remember."

We sat in silence for a second or two.

"Here," Rogue said pulling a chain off her wrist. "This is yours."

He took it from her without saying anything.

John got up, "I don't like uncomfortable silences."

He reached over and pushed a button. Loud pop music blasted. He quickly turned it off and pressed another button.

"I don't think that's the CD player."

Logan picked up the cell phone, examined it then put it in his pocket. "Sit down." He said to John.

"So where we going?" He asked getting comfortable in his seat.

"Storm and Jean are in Boston, we'll head that way."

"My parents live in Boston." Bobby said looking out his window.

"Good." Logan said.

I looked down to John's hands. "Where's your lighter?"

He looked at his hands, when he realized that it was not there he started feeling himself all over. "What did you do? You took it didn't you?" He started going through all his pockets panicking.

"John. John!"

He looked up breathing heavily.

"Look." I said pointing down.

He picked up his lighter from the seat between his legs. I started laughing.

"Shut up." He said looking out the window. "You'd panic if you thought you'd lost yours."

"I'd be angry I lost it, but incase you've forgotten, to start a fire all I need is my imagination."

I chuckled again and turned to Bobby. "Are you okay? You're staring into space."

He looked over at me then out the window again. "Oh, yeah I'm just worried, that's all."

I was confused. "Why are you worried? You're going home for a while, isn't that good?"

"Well, yeah, except for that fact that, well, they don't really know that I'm a mutant."

"That would make me worried too. But if they don't know that you're a mutant, then where do they think you are? Or did you run away?"

"Well, I told them that I was going to a prep school."

"I see."

"But it doesn't matter; I'll take care of it when we get there. Maybe I won't even tell them."

"You should. If they love you they'll accept you for what and who you are. You shouldn't try and hide something like this from them; it could destroy your relationship with everyone that you haven't told."

He looked over at me. "How did your parents react when you told them that you're a mutant?"

"I never told them, they didn't care about me. That's really the main reason why I think that you should tell them, because you have parents that care about you, you shouldn't take that risk of destroying what you have with them."

He sighed and looked out the window again without saying anything more.

"How far are we?" I asked Logan

"Boston's just coming up now." He answered.

I opened my eyes; Bobby was looking down at me. "We're here."

I rubbed my eyes, "And I'm sure you're just tickled pink about it."

He gave a little snort and shrugged. "What can I do?"