The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses.

*Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


30. Team

"Watch out!" Bobby shouts, as a white blast of ice shoots past me and covers the ground in front of my feet. The men before us slip and fall in an almost comical manner.
Jean lifts her hands above her head, palm up, arms outstretched, and the guns previously held by the men correspond by following her actions, and rising above three meters off the ground. She shuts her eyes and clenches her hands into fists and I watch in awe as the metal of the guns twists and contorts into mangled shapes. She finally drops her hands to her sides and the 'guns' fall with a loud crash. Wow! Remind me to never get into a fight with this girl!
The men are back on their feet now and are again making their way towards us. We all know what we need to do, even though nobody says the words. Stand and fight.
I swing my head and relax slightly as the glowing warmth returns. Fire is my friend. I see that now.
The next few seconds are all a blur. Once the men are clear of Bobby's ice, they charge at us. My mind falls into a fuzz of confusion.
"Evelyn! We need to separate them from us." Scott orders from behind me. His voice brings me out of my shocked state. I know what I need to do now. It's just whether I can. I've never tried something this big or important. I slip my fingers through my flame-entwined hair and fling my hand towards the men's feet. The fire catches and spreads across the width of the corridor as I command it to with my hand movements. The men stumble back, some cursing, and take a second to compose and reorder themselves. This is all a need. I bite my lip in concentration and move my hands until the wall of fire reaches the height of our heads. Scott is now beside me.
"Well done, that was amazing!" He smiles quickly before turning his attention to the flames. He lifts his glasses and shoots through the wall of roaring fire. From the low scream I hear, I gather he hit his target. He repeats this action four more times before ensuring me that it is safe for me to retract my fire. I do so, watching as the flames quickly shoot back into my waiting palms. It still amazes me that I feel no pain when this happens.
The dark haired man from earlier is nowhere to be seen as we continue our journey down the short corridor. I still do not put out my flames, this seems too easy. We reach the door within seconds.
"I'll check there's no one outside," Scott states strongly. "You three look after Warren, he's not looking great."
I watch Scott open the door and take a step out. He scans the area and takes one more step.
Suddenly, there is a gun against his temple for the second time today. All I can see of the gunman is his wrist. But I can bet I know who it is - the man with the dark hair.
As the gunman steps into view, my suspicions are confirmed.
"Nobody move." He tries hard to hide the weakness in his voice but it is still obvious, by that and his shaking hand, that he's scared.
"Get out of here!" Scott shouts. It is now that I realize just how great of a leader Scott is. Our team was assembled just this morning, and already he is willing to risk his life for us - to die for us. But no, we are a team. Teams fight for each other. We would not be the X-Men if we left one of our own to die. My hand twitches at my side.
"He's bluffing." I jump slightly at Jean's telepathic contact. "He wants Scott alive. He won't hurt him."
I glance subtly to her out of the corner of my eye. Yes, being telepathic means that she is probably right. What if she's not? Do I really trust her with the life of my boyfriend?
"You should trust me." Damn it! Stop listening in to my thoughts! "Sorry. But you should. And anyway, if I'm not right, I'm am certain I can stop the bullet."
"I swear, Evelyn. I won't let Scott die." I take a deep breath. This is it.
"I said get out of here!" Scott shouts again. None of us move still.
"Shut up, mutant!" The man hisses. He uses the gun to direct Scott around until he is facing us through the door way.
Within a second I swipe my hand through my hair and send the flames towards the man threatening the boy I love. The ball of fire contacts with his wrist and he cries out in pain. The gun falls to the grass. Oh god! I hurt someone! I actually- oh my gosh! I'm a bad person!
"Jean!" Scott's voice brings me out of my panicked train of thought. As I watch my boyfriend I realize; that bastard deserved it!
"Got it!" Before I can ask what 'it' is, the gun speeds past me and into Jean's hands.
The four of us join Scott outside. The man stumbles to his feet and begins to run across the grass. Bobby flicks his hand and the man slips to the floor. Scott rushes over to him before we can say anything. He pins the man to the ground.
"You hurt my team! You tried to kill my girlfriend!" Scott takes hold of his glasses and the man struggles under his grasp "You deserve to die, you worthless piece of-"
"Scott, no!" I shout, quickly reaching him. "Don't. He's not worth it."
I place my hand on his arm softly.
"Whatever." Scott mumbles and punches the guy square in the jaw. His head falls back and he moans in pain. Sirens begin to sing from the nearby road.
"Come on, we need to get out of here!" I pull at Scott's arm. He stands and we run back to the three waiting mutants.
"What about him?" Bobby gestures to the man still moaning on the grass.
"Leave him for the police to find." I say, not giving Scott the chance to change his mind about letting the guy live. "Let's get back to the institute."

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