FIC: X-Book 2 Shadows and Steel, PG-13, Chpt 8
- Title: X-Book 2: Shadows and Steel - Chapter 8: Waiting
Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)
Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2
Summary: See Chpt 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
any character from a previously published source portrayed in this
Pyro flicked his lighter opened and sparked the flame to life. He
looked at it for a moment, smiling almost tenderly at its glowing
light, and then snapped it shut again.
He was moving through the Island compound quickly. Mystique had
roused him early, with a loud, unfriendly knock on the front door of
his quarters, to let him know Magneto had called the Brothers
together. They were going to discuss what was found in Chicago, and
what the next stage of Magneto's plan was.
Pyro repeated the nervous action over again. There was comfort in
knowing the fire was there, waiting for his command. In his chaotic
life, that was always the part of it he could control. That was
what made him special what made him like a god
God of fire, he thought with a measure of arrogance, I should have
called myself `Mars' or something. But I don't need to
be a god...I'll settle for sainthood
He chuckled at the joke he shared only with himself, and walked on,
snapping his lighter every now and then for emphasis. His sharp
black boots tapped along the metal floor, his long leather coat
swinging just past his knees. The coat was dark brown, similar in
color to the one he had at Xavier's, one of many things he had
Pyro entered the large hanger housing the Brotherhood's growing
arsenal of airborne vehicles, and made his way towards the other
side. Beams of light shone down from numerous glass skylights,
which were cut at different angles in the high ceiling. The
sunlight caused the large metallic supports lining the stone wall to
shine, casting odd shadows around the room.
As he approached the silver jet, he heard someone working
diligently, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the
chamber. Pyro glanced up and saw Toad crouching atop one wing,
frowning over his large goggles in concentration.
"Hey," Pyro greeted him.
Toad paused only long enough to spare him a quick glance before
returning to his work. Pyro took the response grudgingly, knowing
indifference was usually as close to friendly as the green mutant
Pyro sighed and looked around the room for any of the other
"So...where are we meeting?" he asked, feeling a little
anxious. He had never met another mutant who could control fire, so
he was interested in who of the Brotherhood would be going to find
Toad did not look up as he responded, "In Magneto's
Pyro nodded, "Oh. Should we head over there?"
Toad gave the boy an annoyed glance but spoke again, "Just
waitin' on the word."
"Oh," he repeated. He lingered there, with his hands in his
pockets, wondering just how long it would be before the
`word' came. When awaiting Magneto's call, it could be
minutes or hours. One simply had to be ready to go, right away, when
the call came.
Pyro stood silently for a few minutes, but the tedium of the Island
had been weighing on him lately, so he decided to try to start a
conversation while they waited for word from Magneto.
"So, what's up with the jet?" Pyro asked, earning himself
another annoyed glare, "Mystique ding the bumper or
Toad frowned down at him, and tilted his head cynically. However,
he did find the image of Mystique backing the jet into another
vehicle (maybe having to exchange insurance information) amusing,
and he smirked.
"Jets don't have bumpers," Toad replied, continuing his
"Yeah, I know," Pyro said smugly, "It was a joke..."
Toad looked down at him again, and Pyro grinned sarcastically.
"Ya'know...a joke," Pyro said, and Toad rolled his eyes
The motion was exaggerated by the lenses he wore and Pyro suppressed
another comment. After eight months, he had learned the tolerance
level of the other Brotherhood members, and he knew not to push
those limits. While Toad was typically reserved in his emotions,
Pyro had only needed to see him lose his temper once and to know
that anger was not something he ever wanted directed at him.
Glancing around the room again, Pyro noticed with some relief that
Mystique heading toward them from the direction of Magneto's
office. Her face was even and impassive, looking as apathetic as a
statue, but at least her presence meant Pyro would not have to wait
around in silence for another hour. Toad had apparently noticed her
also, as Pyro could hear him gathering his things from above.
As Mystique reached the jet, she gave each of the other mutants a
long look, almost measuring them up before they went to see
Magneto. Pyro shifted, trying not to look too uncomfortable by her
scrutiny, and stood with his shoulders back. Her gazed moved to
Toad, who barely acknowledged her presence.
"We ready to start?" Pyro asked and Mystique looked at him
"No," she replied, "I was just making sure everyone was
here. We're still waiting for another arrival. He's
traveling from the north by water, but should be arriving
"Really?" Toad suddenly spoke from above, glancing down at
Mystique with a wicked grin, "The pussy's coming home,
Mystique did not reply, and the reason for Toad's scathing tone
was lost on Pyro.
"Who're we waiting for?" Pyro asked.
"Another of our Brothers," she replied, and glanced up at
Toad coolly, who chuckled and pulled off his lenses and put them in
his tool case.
Before Pyro could question further, a low rumbling could be heard
reverberating from outside the compound. Pyro glanced up with a
curious frown and a smooth smile spread across Mystique's face.
The dying roar of the boat's engine was a noise she recognized.
She gave Toad once last warning glance, and walked off towards the
dock to greet the new arrival.
Pyro watched her go, and heard Toad land solidly behind him as he
jumped from the wing. Toad was still smirking as he shouldered his
pack and began to walk towards Magneto's office.
Pyro walked quickly to catch up with him and frowned curiously.
"Pussy?" he asked and Toad gave him a broad grin.
"Yeah...as in cat..."
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