To be honest, I like the version they went with better than what was on the original script, but here it is:
A BRILLIANT GLOWING LIGHT
Swirls gently in front of the face of a TEENAGE BOY. This is JOHN ALLERDYCE, AKA: PYRO.
WIDER TO REVEAL: Pyro sits next to ROGUE, who stares at the fire, transfixed. Next to her, BOBBY DRAKE is nervous -- on the other side, KITTY PRYDE watches, embarrassed. They are sitting in:
INT. SCIENCE MUSEUM - FOOD COURT - CONTINUOUS
Pyro manipulates the fire with ease, creating a series of marbles that effortlessly flow between his fingers.
ROGUE: "My turn."
She reaches to touch Pyro's hand. He flinches away.
ROGUE: "It's okay. I can control it better."
Bobby watches jealously. As Rogue's hand makes contact with Pyro's. There is a quick FLASH OF LIGHT -- Pyro smiles like he's buzzed. Rogue pulls her hand away
with THE SMALL FLAME.
ROGUE: "Wow. I feel... Warm."
But she can't control it, and it quickly grows largers, swirling around her hand.
KITTY: "Rogue, be careful."
PYRO: "She's got it."
She doesn't, and Bobby knows it. She continues wrestling with the flame, when Bobby glances over at THREE TEENAGE BOYS who are watching them from a few tables over.
BOBBY: "Rogue."
But Rogue is too focused trying to control the fire. Bobby nervously glances at the three teenagers, now walking towards them.
BOBBY: "Rogue..."
Pyro quickly reaches over and puts the fire out. Rogue snaps her head up to see the three teenagers glaring at her. TEENAGER 1 is smoking a cigarette.
TEENAGER 2: "My friend wants to know how you did that."
Rogue looks at him, then at Bobby and Pyro.
TEENAGER 3: "Yeah. Do it again."
ROGUE: "...I can't."
TEENAGER 2 reaches toward Rogue's hands.
BOBBY: "You really don't want to touch her."
TEENAGER 2 presses forward. Bobby stands up. TEENAGER 1 takes a DRAG. Pyro twirls his LIGHTER in his fingers.
PYRO: "There's no smoking in here."
He blows smoke in Pyro's face.
TEENAGER 1: (re: his lighter) "Whaddya do with that? Light your farts?"
The teens laugh. He takes another drag from his cigarette.
PUSH IN ON: THE GLOWING EMBERS of his cigarette.
PYRO: "No. Just a******s."
Pyro's EYES narrow -- and VWOOSH! THE FLAME of the cigarette travels fast as lightning, incinerating the cigarette and setting the guy's jacket and hair on fire. He SCREAMS, furiously trying to PAT it out. His friends panic.
BOBBY reaches up his hand, and sends a STREAM of FROST towards him. Immediately, the fire FREEZES and DROPS off. The teenagers stare at the young mutants, terrified. So does everyone else in the food court.