(A/N: Aah, to return to the computer again. Well here's the next chapter!)
"Vhas?" He glanced nervously around the clearing he was suddenly in. "Wo bin ich?" Where am I? He looked down and examined himself to make sure he was in one piece. After confirming he was all present, and uninjured, he frowned, standing up and looking around. "Wie tat I…?" How did I…?He frowned. The car had been mere inches from his face and then… he had opened his eyes and been in the forest. He closed his eyes and concentrated. A loud BAMF filled the clearing.
Kurt yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He'd been having flashbacks of the first time he'd teleported and it was starting to exhaust him. A light tap came at the door. "Um, Kurt? Like, it's time for breakfast, fuzzy." Kitty phased through the door, walked over to Kurt (Who was now sitting up) and plopped down on his lap. She herself looked like she had just woken up. She yawned and put her arms around his neck. Kurt smiled. "Good morning to you, katzchen." He thought she looked cute when she was tired, watching her blink the sleep from her eyes. She kissed him sleepily, which she returned, and smiled happily at him. "You're all warm… didja have another weird dream last night?" Kurt frowned a bit, letting his silence answer her question. "Oh, Kurt…" She frowned. "Are you ok?" Kurt nodded a bit. "Ja, but it's a leetle unnerving. Zhe circumstances under vhich I found out about mein powers veren't exactly zhe most friendly." Kitty made a frown face. "Aww, poor baby. Let's go get you some food and then you'll feel better." Kurt grinned widely. "Now I remember vhy I love you."
John tossed the weight aside and sat up with a heavy sigh. Ever since he had fought Donald Pierce and he'd gotten in his fight with Scott, he'd been training twice as hard as ever. His heart was pounding through his armor. He powered down and wiped some sweat from his forehead. He stood up and stretched. He HAD to get faster.
Something told him that Pierce was still out there… He wanted to be ready when that time came. He sprinted forwards, then focused his velocity forwards. As his speed suddenly increased and he jumped forwards, he noticed something. There was a tiny, millisecond- long flash of light that obscured his vision. He stopped, frowning slightly. What the hell was that? He did it again. Sure enough, the same flash of light. Then he realized. "Of course!" The flash of light was a discharge of energy created by the increase of his velocity and gravity as it overcame the other forces of velocity and gravity at work against him. "Hmm…" He frowned, then pushed Velocity against him. Another flash of light so fast it might never have been there. But he was forced to take a step backwards. "Hmm…" He focused velocity in all directions. He gasped in pain, took a half step. The force of the velocity was crushing him. He HAD to make this work. He relieved the focus of velocity in front of him and felt a strange sensation. There was a slight wshoo! Sound and the world became a blur as he zipped forwards. John's eyes widened and he slammed into a weight pole, sending a loud metal 'crack!' echoing through the room. His head snapped back and his legs, still moving forwards, shot out from under him. His head hit the ground with a 'thunk'. "Ooouuusha… that hurt." He rubbed his head. But what had just happened? John groaned, sitting up. He was going to go see Beast.
As it was, John found Beast exactly where he thought he might: In the makeshift lab Hank had set up. "John my boy, what can I do for you?" I uh… was just wondering. Is it possible to transcend the speed of light?" He asked. Hank lowered his glasses and looked at John. What had the boy been getting in to? "Well, technically yes. When a chemical bond is broken, or when a force of gravity is overcome, the reaction and burst of energy DOES transcend the speed of light. But why do you want to know that?" John toed the ground nervously. "Were you experimenting with your powers, John?" He nodded a bit embarrasedly. Beast chuckled. John was a good kid, but he could be a bit silly sometimes. "John, they're your powers. You don't need to be ashamed of experimenting. So. What happened?" Beast made some tea (Which John refused politely) and sat down to listen to his story. After he was done, Beast took a long sip of his tea and sighed a bit. "John, it seems like you did transcend the speed of light for a moment, which is why you only moved across the gym. Still, that's an incredible feat." John gave a slight grin. "Like teleporting?"
"No, because teleporting involves moving through another dimension. You can still be hit and stopped when you do that."
"Hmm…" He frowned a bit. "So then… what? It's like a flash… step?" Beast nodded slightly. "Exactly." John blinked. "So what do I do now? I've got to practice it!" Beast looked him up and down. John was a strong kid, to be sure. But this would put an enormous strain on his body. "John, you must know how dangerous this is. Squeezing yourself through a point in space much smaller than yourself is… well, it's not a pleasant thing. It could cause serious health risks, or worse." John gave him a savage grin. "When has that ever stopped me?" He said. Hank shook his head with a slight smile himself. "Just be careful John. There are a lot of people here who would be horrified if they lost you." He looked at the ground, no doubt thinking of Linda. "I know." He turned, walking out of the lab with a slight smile.
Linda looked up as John walked in. It had been three days since he had told Linda about his 'idea'. She had called him stupid, idiotic, senseless, and brilliant. She smiled as he sat down next to her. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Still working on that new… whatchacallit of yours, huh?" John chuckled. He pulled her onto his lap and gave her another light kiss. "Flashstep? Yeah, still trying to make it work." Linda relaxed into him. He was the only person she could fully relax around. If he wasn't there she was always checking over her shoulder. She giggled a little as her hands, which had been running through his hair, net the metal plate over his eye. "Head been hurting you lately?" She felt him shake his head. "A few headaches now and then but nothing serious." She smiled and nuzzled against his chest. "Good." Things were calm enough, untill that night. They would be sparring together for the first time in a while.
Kurt stretched and got ready to spar with John, his chosen partner. The others had all gone (John was usually picked last… which was odd) and it was just the two of them left. He was nervous. He'd seen John take apart a sentinel with his bare hands, and he had beaten the crap out of Donald Pierce about a year earlier. He was no easy opponent. They both stepped to the middle of the giant storm drain beneath the 'mansion' they were using as a sparring arena. The ceiling of the vaulted room stood high above them, and water ran down in streams from the stormy weather above them. The light of a lamppost and low LED lights for sewer workers were there only light, and kurt knew that he would at least have the advantage of sight. "All right ya little twerps… you both know the rules, so play fair." Logan's usual charming demeanor started off the battle. John rushed right at Kurt, then leapt sideways at the last minute. Odd, Kurt thought. Why isn't he armoring up? He didn't have time to figure it out, though, because John launched a vicious strike at his shoulder. Kurt deftly blocked it, flipping back onto his hands and kicking John into the air. He leapt upwards, teleported over him, and kicked him into the ground. John landed on his feet, however, and as kurt landed, he growled. Hitting John was like punching through maple syrup. His powers made him difficult to hit. Kitty was calling encouragement to him from the sidelines. Kurt dodged a blinding kick from John, then staggered back. A wave of force washed over him. This was different than fighting anyone he'd ever fought before. "Ach!" He teleported away. John frowned, rushing towards him. He tossed out a boneshattering punch Kurt was a millisecond to slow to dodge. His head rocked back and he skidded backwards. "Ow!" He growled. "Zhat vasn't very nice." John smirked a bit. "It's a fight, it's not supposed to be nice." Kurt felt a sudden and violent surge of anger and hatred. His vision flashed with red and he rolled to his feet. "Good point." He teleported over John and landed on his shoulders, grabbing him with his dextrous feet. "I hope you von't zhink too badly of me for zhis zhen." He teleported John five times around the room in rapid succession. Then he ported to the ceiling and tossed john at the ground as hard as he could. There was a low 'boom' as he hit the ground that shook the drain. John got up with a groan. Without giving him time to shake off the dizziness that usually affected Kurt's teleportation passengers, he teleported in front of John and kicked him hard in the chest. The air whooshed out of John's chest and he was sent flying backwards. Kurt was stronger than he looked, and the anger boiling in his veins tripled that. He snarled low and angry as John got up again. "Kurt, what the hell is the matter with you?" The dazed boy grumbled. "Fighting isn't very nice, John." Kurt hissed. Kurt felt odd. Like he was becoming more powerful with the rage that flowed through him like electricity. The light. A voice whispered in his ear, sending echoes through his head. It was like no voice he'd ever heard before. It slithered through his mind, trailing whispered laughs and obscene lies. Take out the light, you silly little idiot. If he can't see he can't fight. Kurt smirked. He was going to have fun with this.
John frowned as an evil smirk crossed Kurt's face. What was wrong with the guy? Kurt had been acting really weird for a long time. Shooting angry glares at people behind their backs, shooting dirty looks at people on the street, then acting like he had no memories of any of it. Kurt BAMFed and was gone from sight. There was a loud CRACk and then the tinkle of falling glass. Kurt was breaking the LED lights! John snarled, knowing how Kurt could dissappear in darkness, and sprinted for the beam of orange light coming down from the street above. The last light dissappeared, and he dove into the beam. Kurt's laughter came echoing from the darkness. No… not Kurt's laugh. This laugh was more sinister, filled with hate… almost, older. Like something deep underground was laughing at him. Kurt appeared at the edge of his vision, and then dissappeared again. His eyes shone out at John, sometimes yellow, and sometimes red. "Kurt, stop piddle-shitting around!" A fist launched out of the dark. John barely dodged it. "Piddle-shitting around, eh John? Vhy don't you step out of zhe light and say zhat to my FACE!" This time there was no dodging the vicious blow. John only had enough time to lessen the velocity a bit. It still hurt. He staggered to the edge of the light, half of his back becoming drenched in shadow. And then two hands grabbed his shoulders, and he was lost from sight.
(Heya folks! Well, here's chapter five of my fanfiction Hellfire. Hey, folks, I'm really sorry about the slow updates here compared to my normal speed… School is taking time and effort, of course XD. Anyways, next chapter will conclude this fight between John and Kurt, and it'll feature a certain wall crawling menace!)