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Chapter 8
"Drop the knives and put your hands in the air!" shouted the police officer to our left, gun in hand.
"What's going on here?" Logan asked.
"Logan, it was Ronny, my brother, he, he called them on us." Bobby said in a small voice.
"No talking. Now put the knives down!"
There was a loud crash from inside the house, they had broken the back door and were pouring into the house.
"They're everywhere." I said out loud, "We can't escape."
"We don't need to escape, we did nothing wrong." Bobby said.
"This is just a big misunderstanding."
"I said no talking! Now put the knives down, this is your last chance! I will fire!"
"I can't," he lifted his arms so his claws were facing an officer on each side, "look."
The claws retracted back into his hands, but the officer fired anyway. Rouge did an ear piercing scream.
The officer pointed the gun at us now "Alright; the rest of you on the ground now."
Bobby and Rouge immediately shot down to the ground, leaving John and I the only ones left standing.
"I'm not afraid to fire again!"
"They're just kids." Commented the female officer to our right.
"They're mutants."
"You say it like it's a bad thing." I said flicking my lighter open, fwoosh, then shut, click.
"That's because it is." He sneered at me, "Now get on the ground."
"I should kill you." I said getting on my knees.
"You too boy."
"We don't want to hurt you kid." The women to the right said.
"Pfft, that's a bunch o'crap." I articulated.
"Hey, you shut your mouth."
"On your knees now, this is your final warning!" he told him again.
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?" John said flicking open his lighter, "I'm the worst one."
He immediately began to cast off fire toward the officers on each side, then, he began to dissipate his fire in various directions on the lawn to rid of the police cars that surrounded us.
"John!" I said pulling on his pant leg, "This will only get us in more trouble."
But he ignored me and continued to burn anything in our way.
His face had that sort of look that whispered, in your face, I always win. He had that flickering spark of satisfaction in his eye. I knew he was at his happiest like this, I know what that feeling of fulfillment is like when you see something burn and slowly whittle away. In a way, it was sort of a hobby. An important and needed hobby, that helps you keep your mind off of all problems you have in life. Sometimes, I think, that without this divine distraction from everything, I think I would go nuts.
Then, without any warning, all the flames began to drift away, and John rapidly descended to knees.
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned and confused.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Rogue clutching his ankle. "Hey, the fires gone, now let go you're killing him!"
I smacked her on the hand after she ignored me and continued to get rid of every single little flaming grass blade.
"Are you okay?" I asked helping him up.
He slowly nodded, then glanced over at Rogue and gave her a vexed look. Logan got up and wiped off the blood streak on his forehead. Looking around the Drake's lawn at random patches of flaming grass and overturned police cars, Logan turned and glared at John and me.
"Don't look at me, this was all his doing." I said taking a step back.
"Thanks." John remarked glimpsing at me.
I diminutively smiled at him. It looked as if Logan wanted to say something, but he did not get the chance because the X-jet landed in the street. We walked off the porch and up into the jet. When I got inside, everything was a different shade of blue, and the seats were in rows of two. I automatically ran for a front seat by the window.
John came over and sat down beside me. "Did you see that blue guy?"
"No. I was too busy going for my front window seat." I said flashing him a toothy smile.
"Who the hell is this?" Logan said taking a seat.
"Guten tag." He said giving a small wave to everyone, "My name is Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich Circus I was known as the incredible Nightcrawler."
"Yeah save it. Storm?" he said
"We're out of here." She replied taking off.
Sorry for the long wait, sorry the chapters so short, sorry for all the sorry's :P
Hope you liked it, ill try to be faster with the next chapter!
Pyrassion