So, here is the next capter, sorry it's so short...
John sighed, this was just perfect. Now he probably wouldn't have his lighter back for another week.
As they walked towards the office John noticed that Warren looked a bit worried.
"Don't worry; they won't throw you out or anything for this."
"It's not that. It's just, the first lesson I have on Monday is with Logan and he'll probably find out a good way to make me pay by then." Warren grimaced and John sniggered.
As they entered the professor's office they had a quite strange scene in front of them. Logan was sitting in chair in front of the desk, or rather half-lying in it. He was quietly laughing at something, he was still shaking. On his cheeks there were tears; obviously he was just starting to calm down and breathe like a normal person. On the other side of the desk sat the professor, his hand in his palm, snickering for some reason. When he looked up at the two boys he smiled.
"When I felt that happy spirit coming from you two I couldn't help but dig deeper into it. Then I made Logan feel it too and I must say, you two have truly made both our day brighter by sharing you're little moment with us." John and Warren just gaped at the two men in front of them. Was this all the professor called them both down to say?
"No, it isn't. John, I have something for you." And with that the professor reached out his palm. Lying in it was Johns lighter. The boy only hesitated a moment before he grabbed it.
"Thanks…" he mumbled quietly, he knew the professor could hear it in his mind, and he also knew the old man had heard him think that. But the professor only smiled at it.
"So you can show me you're power now?" Warren asked.
"Only if I can fly again, that was awesome." John grinned.
"That's a deal, then!" Warren grinned back. They both suddenly knew they could leave if the wanted so the walked towards the door.
"I would appreciate if you could stay in the danger-room; I really don't want to take your lighter back, John. I know the pain it cause you, but I don't know what else to do. I'm open for suggestions though." John nodded without really looking at the man. Before they closed the door they heard Logans voice;
"That was quite funny, could we do it again?"
"Only with their permissions Logan."
Outside, John hit Warren on the arm;
"First one to the danger-room!" before he started running.
"Hey, unfair, I don't know where it is!" Warren ran after him.
When they reached the danger-room, John was still in the lead, laughing again. They both leaned against the door to catch their breaths for a moment, but the John got inpatient and opened the door. He didn't care to start any simulating; he wanted to do it all free this time. While he flicked his lighter opened, he looked over his shoulder. Warren was a bit too close, so he asked him to stay back.
"I can take a lot more heat than others so you have to tell if I go too far, okay?" John said and Warren nodded.
Then John could finally let his mind flow into the flame. It immediately grew to the usual flame-ball. But John held it with his mind, making it bigger. He felt he flames in his heart riding on the threads of soul that he used to control the fire with and how the burning feeling floated out to join the growing inferno he held in the middle of the room. After making it big enough he let it take the form of a dragon that unfolded its wings and started to fly. It roared quietly and from its gap more flames burst out. This new flame surrounded the dragon, hiding it, until John let it break the top of the cocoon in the shape of a gigantic eagle. The bird soared up to the roof and then dived down towards John who held up his palms, stopping it and reforming it to a simple flame. Then, from the top of it, a thin thread of glowing fire begun to rise and then it unfolded its top, forming a flaming rose. Then the crown leafs broke of, circling in a no-existing wind in a spiral, some turning into butterflies. They soon died out when John turned to the big flame he held between his hands. He raised his arms over his head, the flame followed. Then it began to melt down all around, forming like a bubble around John. He then pierced the top and the hole spread itself until John was standing in a ring of fire. Then he made thin threads of fire rise from the ring, meeting above his head. Now he was standing in a birdcage of flames. From the top, new treads spread, circling and meeting again higher up. Inside this diamond-shaped net of flames a sun begin to shine. From the top of this sun-cage, even more strings burst out, rising and getting longer. Then finally their tips dropped down to the floor. Now the whole network of thin burning threads begun to move, each part circling in its own way. Then the tips of the bigger cage moved in to meat the tips of the cage John was standing in the middle of. When they met they formed a sort of heart-shaped leafs. Their tips rose from the floor, closing like a flowers crown in the night around the still circling sun-cage. Then it all melted together, reforming into a human, standing in the air. The human then unfolded a pair of wings and begun to rise. When it couldn't get higher it disappeared, John letting his arms finally fall down to his sides. How much he ever loved the fire, it always made him tired in his arms.
When Warren moved John jumped by surprise, he'd forgotten the other boy.
"That was…..it's…..I….." Warren shook his head. "No, I can't describe it."
"Thanks." John smiled, it was weird, but that was the best description he ever heard of his power-playing, he liked it. "You're actually the first one I've showed it for." He then admitted.
"What?! But that friend you have, Drake, hasn't he…?"
"No." John interrupted. "I asked him once to come and play with me; he used to freeze some of the forms. But then he had his new girlfriend, and he just said he didn't want to play more childish power-games, so I never asked again. That was before I could control it this good but it still hurts…" his voice trailed of, he didn't have anything more to say. He remembered the time Bobby had frozen a shell of ice around one of John's fire-balls in here and how they then watched how the light from the fire was parted into rainbows all over the walls.
Warren came up to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Maybe we should do the flying another day, you look tired." John nodded, grateful. Then they both headed back through the door towards their bedrooms.
Now it won't be a new capter for a week, sorry (again). Hope you liked it...