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Inside the room it was a mess!
The smell of burned fabric hit the teachers like a wall when they stepped in, and when they looked around more than one of them could say that Rogue had been very lucky coming out alive; beds were knocked over and burned, most of the things on the shelves had exploded from the heat, or been falling down when things further out in the room had been send flying out of Pyro's way. In the roof, and quite far down on the walls, were black markings after the smoke, as well as some burn-marks here and there on the wallpapers, and further back in the room there was still smoke lingering highest up in the roof. At the end, where the three boys were, most of it was gone, dragged out through the window by the freezing breeze from an opened window. More than half of the lights in the room hadn't been able to stand the fire and left the scene in a dim half-light that left the corners dark and send long shadows of all the things and people in there over the floor.
The white curtains in the opened window were moving lazily in the slow wind, sweeping over the boy standing there, who was looking out at the world of black skies and swirling snowflakes. He didn't seem to mind the cold at all, like he couldn't feel it…
Scott Summers started to get closer to him and almost said his name to get his attention, but then his eyes for some reason were dragged toward one of the beds. In there he could see the silhouettes of someone, or maybe two people, lying motionless in the shadows. Stopping himself in the middle of a movement Scott was left on the floor, just staring at what one single mistake, one misunderstanding, one little personal problem or secret could end up like…
The wind outside turned direction and send a couple of snowflakes into the room, that fell down on the floor and melted into tiny puddles, not big enough to catch any light and shine like little diamonds, nor able to remain in their usual white star-shaped form either.
The Professor was the one to break the silence, but it was a prepared break, so no one got startled;
"Bobby, could you please close the window? It's getting a bit too cold in here."
The boy at the window slowly turned and looked at him, with eyes that no longer was blue, not even light blue; they had an icy shadow of transparent white, just like the frozen water that was his element, that was the frame of his soul. The look he gave them was not empty, there were life in his eyes, but in the same time it was a clod look, and there was no emotion to read in his whole face.
The he turned back and slowly, as if almost sadly, closed the window. The curtains stopped their dancing and settled back against the used-to-be white wall, which now had taken a not so healthy shade of grey. Outside the wind continued to blow the snow against the glass, but now it made soft turns in the air and disappeared into the darkness again.
When Bobby once again turned his eyes settled on the two figures in the bed, and Storm leaning over them. She stood up and looked at the others;
"This is not good." She said, looking quite concerned and almost a bit scared.
Beast came up to her side and stared to make a more professional check-up together with Jean, and judging by the look on their faces Storms words were quite matching to their own thoughts.
In the meanwhile Scott came up to Bobby's side, put a hand on his shoulder and stared to move him out of the room. He didn't get that far though, before Bobby simply took a gentle grip on his wrist with a hand so cold that a normal human wouldn't be able to move it, took the hand of his shoulder and turned to once again look at the bed. Scott gave the Professor a questioning look, and he got an answer that even in his head sounded concerned and tired;
"Yes, we have to move them out of here for nursing, but not yet. We must let him go on own free will."
Scott nodded and simply stayed a little bit to the right behind Bobby, just to be there, as he had learned was the best way for teenager-boys. Since he was a teacher they rarely showed their inner thoughts and problems to him, so the best thing he could do was being there without questions, just a presence on their side.
Under the watch from the Beast and Jean Logan slowly and carefully made John let go of his grip around Warren, which took quite some time since he didn't want to hurt the young mutant, nor wake him up. With soft movements and a never-ending patience they finally came loose, and Logan then picked up the Pyro without the word and started to carry him out of the damaged room. He knew, thanks to a quick instruction from the Professor exactly where to bring him, and how to get there without walking into any other students.
After him came Piotr with another young mutant, whose wings now were neatly folded against his back and very lightly held in place.
Following without a sound was Bobby, clearly with his thoughts somewhere far away, and still with Scott Summers close behind.
Last in the parade was the Professor with Jean next to him.
Left in the room was Beast and Storm who watched until the others were gone, and then as if on a quiet signal, started to clean up…
After a while Logan had led them to the examination-room, where he himself had spend some time when they tried to figure out where he came from, more of his mutation, and of course where they had taken pictures of his skeleton. In here it would be even more dangerous to create a mess, but it was the only place left where they could give the boys any sort of medical attention without risking them getting disturbed by other students. Since this was a building for children there were few places with peace at all times of the day, which was just what the boys needed.
Both Angel and Pyro was put in a hospital-outfit and then carefully put in bed. After watching that for a moment Bobby stepped forward and brought the beds closer to each other. He couldn't put them side by side due to some of the machines that Jean quickly had attached to John, but he got them so close he could and then once again stepped back to just watch.
During all this treatment both mutants remained silent and motionless, like a pair of human-sized rag-dolls. When Dr. Grey finally stepped back they had an alarmingly big amount of machines going into their bodies, and after a quick talk with the Professor the bald man left for Ceribro. Though when he sensed the concern that came from Colossus and noticed that the young man was watching him he stopped and turned towards him;
"What happened in the hospital is far more concerning than we thought. Though I think that young Mr. Worthington will recover without any problems it seems like John has gave up on life completely. There is no consciousness in his mind that anyone of us (a gesture towards Jean) can find, we have to use Ceribro to have the slightest bit of chance to bring him back."
Now Bobby turned his head and looked coldly at the old man;
"Why?"
The professor sighed;
"We beleive that it has something to do with the accident with the young Angel to do. When you lose something that important to you and at the same time has a mind that is as fragile as Mr. Allerdyce's it's quite easily turned into more damage that it should have caused. If I'm correct this whole thing only happens because of the thought that his friend might be dead, and he now doesn't want to live anymore. Sure he has more friends around him, but this thing was the one that brought him over the edge. He has lost too much and doesn't find existing worth the pain any more. There have been chases like this before, but not this serious. I believe that Pyro finally realised how he is supposed to stay hidden from us, so now we can't bring him back."
With that he turned and disappeared though the door, followed by the eyes of Piotr. Bobby's had once again settled on the bed which held the person which still meant the most to him, but that he now had let go, that he had sworn not to get close to again…
No one of them realised how long they had been standing there, both in his own thoughts, when Storm came and brought them back to their rooms to get some sleep. She didn't say anything about any lessons or Danger-room-seasons.
The last thing that crossed Piotr's mind before he drifted of to a well-needed sleep was that it was a bit sad that John would miss this morning; there was enough clouds to get coloured by the sun, but the light was still enough to create sharp shadows over the snow. Snow that now was shining so much it almost hurt in you eyes. Yes, John would like it… hopefully he would wake up before the snow got away, otherwise he'd be really disappointed… because he would wake up one day, no matter what the Professor said… and then he could get the Christmas-present Piotr kept in his wardrobe…
There we go, good enough?
I'm working on the next one, now that we don't have that much school-work...
Happy for any comments!