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I'm not leaving, but he doesn't need to know that.
Before leaving he says; "I'm Gambit, by the way." He jumps out the window, landing gracefully. He joins the fight, which held the X-Men vs. The Acolytes. The good vs. the bad. Why does everything have to be so black and white?
Pyro was lying on the ground now, from this view I could tell that he was knocked out. I don't know why, but my heart is suddenly pounding, and my hands are clutching the window. Why do I care if he's hurt? We barely even know each other. The guy who warned me was getting attacked by Scott's laser eyes. I need to stop him, I have to.
I point my finger and shoot, aiming at his visors. They hit, and Scott goes crazy as they disintegrate. He leans up and shoots at the sky, until he finally just closes his eyes. Red comes over to assist him.
Gambit looks up and smiles. I salute him and glance back at Pyro. He was up now and looking straight at me. They all were, actually. God, I hate when people stare. I walk out into the hall, trying to reach the action outside and I'm greeted by my roomies.
"The Acolytes are just trying to show what they are made of. This was so stupid" Lance yells.
"Yeah, why would they attack a school? Out of all places? They know they could hurt the other kids!" Wanda asks.
"To prove a point, Wanda. They want the X-Men to realize that we aren't working with them in this war. It's going to suck for them, really. Going against their own. Plus, we are way better than them. They should just get a clue already." Pietro says.
"What are you talking about? Why is everyone talking about this stupid war. War against who?"
Pietro scoffs. "You don't know anything."
"No, I don't, so tell me"
"Not here" Lance says. Fair enough.
We walk out the building, watching the X-Men crumple below the power of the Acolytes. These are some strong people, I don't understand, really. Usually the good are supposed to win. Unless the Acolytes and Brotherhood were actually the good guys. That would make some sense, but not much.
"Well, if it ain't the little Barbie, Vivian! Like our style?" Pryo asks as he notices me walking down the school steps.
"No, it's still an ugly uniform. Have you ever heard of neon green? It's a great color" My favorite color, really. It is more feminine, so maybe not.
"If I changed it, would you stop complaining about it?" Probably not.
"I've got a better idea." I saunter toward him. He is very tall compared to me, but I don't care. I put my hand in his (which was covered with a glove connected to his uniform) and with the last energy from Gambit, I slowly disintegrate his outfit, until he is standing in nothing but white poka-dotted underwear. I hear chuckling from behind me, followed by straight up laughter. He's lucky I didn't get rid of his gasoline.
"Huh?" He looks down in shock, then gets ready to flame on.
"Go ahead, give me more power, why don't you! I can do way more than that stupid trick."
He bars his teeth but lowers his hands.
"Good boy, do as your told"
He takes a step closer to me. "And if I don't?"
Why does he always get so close to my face? Though he has extremely minty breath. I lean into his ear, which means I was on my toes because of my shortness.
"Then I'll just have to blow you up"
I back away and see that he is smirking. I'd like to say I'm just messing with him and maybe I am, but… he is really cute, and crazy. Is crazy a good thing? Just… don't answer that. I turn and walk away, with hopeful style. Pietro zooms next to me.
"You and Pyro, huh? Don't bother, he's too crazy to care. You'll find out if you continue talking to him"
"Maybe I like crazy" That's true.
"Just… whatever. The Brotherhood is going to have a post-war party, just all of us at a fancy restaurant. Mystique, our leader, is funding. Feel free to come, since you're a part of this crew now"
"Sure, totally. Just tell me what this war is when we get there" Pietro nods, and stares at me as we walk to the house.
"You've gotta cool power but I don't think you should do this whole… war with us. You can't control it and I don't think you'll be ready"
Oh hell no.
"I'll be ready, don't you worry about that. Until then, whenever it is, just… act like my friend and let's not talk about it"
"Act like friends? Fine, but we're doing this my way"