41. Fighting Back
My hair is alight. My hands are burning. There is only a tiny eye mask and the flames that burn around me to protect my identity. I feel alive. People run from me screaming. Maybe I am a monster? Maybe being a monster isn't a bad thing.
"It's a mutant!" They shout.
"Run! Save yourselves!"
"A real mutant!"
"I thought it was just a hoax!"
Jeez. I'm not going to eat you. I roll my eyes, and am immediately reminded of Scott's words. 'It's a bad habit'. Making out with your teammate when you are in a relationship is also a bad habit, but that didn't stop him. I feel the warmth spread around my body, I must be almost entirely engulfed in flames now. I take a few deep breaths and feel the warmth focus back down to just my scalp. The flames disappear from my fingers.
"We don't want to hurt you, mutant." A mature male voice says behind me. I hear the cocking of a shot gun. "Just get out of our town."
I turn and take in the sight before me. The man must be in his late fifties, the gun in his hands shakes wildly. He's scared! I smile at him.
"You're right." I say gently. "You don't want to hurt me."
I kick the gun out of his hands and step on it before he can even think to react. I bend and pick it up, turning it in my fingers. I hold the end of the barrel and close my eyes, willing my hands the heat it. The metal softens and I put the gun back on the floor. I push my foot down hard on the softened metal and feel it compact. It burns through the sole of my shoes, but I, of course, feel no burns to my skin. I retrieve the gun from the ground and a look over my work. The end of the barrel is sealed shut. I smile slightly at my achievement - I'm really getting the hang of this. I throw the gun in the air and the old man in front of me catches it. He is shaking more now, his mouth fallen open.
"Hmm..." I say glancing down at my feet. "Seems like I need some new shoes now."
I turn and head down the abandoned street until I reach the local leather shop. Perfect. I walk to the door and see people cowering inside - how cute. I kick the door hard and it flings open. Stepping inside, I find what I was searching for - boots. Hear the people around me struggle to get as far away as possible. I smirk to myself. Wow. People are seriously scared of me.
I slip the gorgeous thigh high leather boots up my legs. The heel gives me and extra five inches in height. Mmmm. Perfect.
"What do you think?" I ask a terrified woman cowering a few meters from my feet. She doesn't reply. I laugh. This power feels good!
I leave the shop and am confronted by numerous burly men lining the street holding garden instruments of some sorts.
"Isn't that a little sexist and stereotypical?" I laugh.
One of the men throws a pitchfork at me. I send a ball of flames at it. The wooden handle burns into tiny cinders immediately, and the metal fork head falls downward, straight towards one of the other men.
Suddenly, a red beam of light shoots out and knocks the fork away from the second man's head. Scott.
I turn to see him stood at the end of the street dressed in his full uniform. He looks as gorgeous as always. My anger burns more at the sight of him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I hiss, as I storm towards him.
"Stopping you from making any more mistakes. Go home now, Ardor!" He commands.
"I don't take orders from you now, Cyclops." I say his name in the most mocking tone I can manage.
"Just go!" He yells.
"Whatever." I mumble and walk back to the car. I calm myself and feel the warmth disappear, before removing my mask and changing my shirt. The last thing I need right now is to be arrested. I speed back to the mansion and head straight to the bathroom, locking myself in away from the questions and accusations. I have some adjustments to make to my uniform...
I step out of the bathroom about an hour later. Warren stands outside waiting for me.
"What the hell did you just do?" He shouts. "It was all over the news!"
I push him into the empty bedroom across the hallway. I can possibly handle a lecture from him right now, but nobody else. And if Jean was to walk past... I don't even know what I’ll do.
I shut the door behind us.
"I don't know. I was angry and-"
"Angry? You were damn right insane! Do you have any idea what you've just done?!" He grabs my arms and shakes me slightly. "We formed this team to show the world that mutants aren't all dangerous."
"Yeah, well Scott showed up to save the day, so I think we succeeded there." I roll my eyes.
"Wait. Scott was there? Where is he now?" Warren sounds concerned. Of course, our precious leader hasn't been seen for an hour or so. I roll my eyes.
"I don't know and I don't care."
"What? I thought you two were-"
"I walked in on him and Jean making out." I cut in.
"What? So… So, that's was this is all about?" Warren looks more than confused.
"I overheard her telling the professor that she was in love with Scott, and then I walked into our room and she had her tongue down his throat." Now, for the first time, I actually feel like I could cry. This is all too much.
"She loves him?" Warren's voice is weak.
"Trust me; I'm not thrilled about it either. I just-" he kisses me. I get the urge to push him back, but then I remember that there is no ‘me and Scott’ anymore, and instead return his kiss. I know that Warren is only doing this to get over the fact Jean is in love with someone else, but that just makes me feel less guilty about using him in the same way. I kiss him more and he pushes me down onto the bed behind me. I pull him down to me and run my fingers over his soft white wing.
"Am I going to regret this?" I pant.
"I don't care if you do." He growls and kisses me again.
"Students." The Professor’s telepathic connection breaks through our kiss. "Report to my office immediately. It's urgent."
"We should probably..." I trail off awkwardly.
"Yup." Warren sounds just as awkward as I do.
We exit the room and make our way down to the office, straightening our clothes as we do. I feel slightly guilty. I might not be with Scott anymore, but I still love him. I can't help but love him.
As soon as we walk through the door Jean rushes up to us.
"Evelyn. It wasn't Scott-"
"I can't speak to you right now." I state strongly, resisting the urge to tear her hair out.
"Sit." the professor orders. We all comply. He clears his throat gently. "I have recently received a telepathic distress signal."
"What does that mean?" Bobby asks, sounding more than confused.
"It means that somebody has taken Scott."