The Boy With The Silver Lighter **ON HIATUS**

**Sequel to 'The Boy With The Red Sunglasses'.** It has been a week since the funeral of Evelyn James, a funeral that shouldn't have happened. Because Evelyn is not dead, although she might as well be. With the order to stay away from her friends, family and the boy she loves, Evelyn has no choice but to go back to the boy who caused her death - the boy with the silver lighter.

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1. Prologue

**Evelyn's POV**

 

It's been two weeks since my 'death'. Of course, I didn't really die. And no, before you ask, I didn't fake my own death for some clichéd publicity stunt. It's complicated. But I'll try to explain the story of my death, the best that I can.
So, the first thing you need to know is who I am. I'm Ardor, the famous, bad-girl pyrokinetic mutant of the X-Men. But you can call me Evelyn. That's my real name. Evelyn James. Just a normal seventeen year old girl, at least that's how it appeared from the outside.
I joined the X-Men with my boyfriend, Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops. Yeah, that's the one. Scary visor, gorgeous face, etc. A bunch of stuff happened that's really not important anymore. But two weeks ago, my close friend, John Allerdyce, also known as Pyro (another pyrokinetic), decided that planting a bomb to kill all of the US state leaders would be a good idea (don't ask). But essentially, we couldn't stop it. Me, Pyro and our close friend, Voltage, along with the remaining X-Men, couldn't find a way to save all those people from dying in the explosion. This is where I died. I decided I would sacrifice myself to contain the heat and flames of the explosion. It was the only way. It seemed inevitable that I would be killed by not only the force of the explosion, but also the extreme of amount of flames I had to absorb.
Technically, I should be dead by now. But I was lucky. The flames actually protected me. They wrapped me in a cocoon, of sorts, protecting me from the force that would have inevitably obliterated my body.
You would think returning from the dead would be great, everyone running and hugging. But no. I returned to the Xavier Institute - home of the X-Men - to be told by Professor Charles Xavier himself, that I shouldn't be there. I had to watch my friends and family break down at my funeral, whilst being told that I couldn't even hug them.
I've had to leave everyone I love. Everyone but Pyro - my friend and my murderer. It's his fault I'm dead. Yet, I have no one else. I have to find the pyrokinetic that stole my life.
But, harder than that, I have let go. And letting go of Scott Summers was going to be more difficult than I had ever imagined. And I had imagined it to be heart wrenchingly difficult.
This was the boy I loved, the boy who saved me, the boy with the red sunglasses.

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