Characters: Mystique Tagging: Pinch and the X-Factor Timeline: This is a continuation of this scene. Description: I wanted to start a new scene up.
There was a flash of light, then the sensation of intense heat that preceded the flames as they roared into life. The red hot tongues licked at her azure skin, singing her flesh. There was a commotion as people hurried to exit the building. Some of the people that had gathered to hear her speech ran outside after Pietro -- as if they stood a chance to compete with the speedster in a foot race. If Mystique weren't busy at the moment, she might have reminded them of that fact. While others fled, some just stood glued to their spot, struck with terror of the building burning around them. And still some were glued to the spot, paralyzed with fear, trapped by the flames and not knowing what to do. But just as quickly as the flames had erupted they were extinguished. Water sprayed freely from the burst pipe, landing on the ground below in fat drops with a sizzle as it quenched the flame. Those that had been trapped by the wall of fire, stood in astonishment now, staring up. Mystique, too, took a glance. But unlike all the agape idiots around her, was already reacting to what had happened. A scattered applause broke out in appreciation of Pinch's efforts and while they were distracted, Mystique leveled her pistol at the wall. She fired off three warning shots, the slugs burying themselves deep into the surrounding concrete. The crowd went silent once more. "Now that I have your attention," she began. "I want those two found," her voice was stern, bordering livid, but she kept her cool. "I want no stone unturned until I get Pietro's head on a pike. Now go!"
Mystique turned as the mutants rallied around her and left the building. Still holding her gun, she coddled her arm for a moment assessing the damage. Leather clad fingers gingerly touching her burned skin. That blond bitch was going to pay too. She turned and golden hued eyes drifted back up to where Pinch was perched. Now that the peons were gone, she could talk to someone that mattered, someone with a real gift and someone who wasn't afraid to show it. "Its alright girl, you can come down now," she said, motioning her forward. As a gesture of good faith Mystique holstered her weapon.