Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or Hellboy, you should realise that out by now.

Warning: There are rude things included in this story and this is the warning aimed at the 13-16 year old teenagers, really it isn't for you.

About this particular fan fiction: No hard feelings but I am sick to the teeth of Pyro/Rogue, Pyro/Kitty, and Pyro/Bobby ships, I do love some videos I have watched and to be truthful I have read some great fan fics about the pairs so don't go thinking, I despise them, because I don't.

A recurring thought is…why aren't there any Pyro and Liz stories?

Heated Souls

Chapter One – Flick, Spark, Light.

"LIGHT'S OUT!" a cold voice shouted through the confides of the hospital.

Bellamie Psychiatric.

A place for lunatics.

A place for people that weren't wanted.

A place for her.

Perched by the window sill was a young dark haired woman, staring out at the buildings that lay behind the huge aged rusty fence. Her mind was sketched with images of her life before she passed that particular gate, voices of hate and pleasure as she thought about it. She had to get out of this place she was caged in, away from the groans of the twisted lunatics she had to make home with, away with the disgusting stench of diluted cleaning substances, and away from the white tiled walls. She glanced from corridor to corridor, breathing a sigh of relief that no guards were patrolling…at least not yet anyway. Standing up she quickly unlatched the window lock, and quietly yet with little space squeezed through.

Her feet landed with a squelching sound on the crunchy shimmering grass, she wrapped her deep red robe around herself, and the nicotine pound echoed in her mind, her addiction was getting worse. A small tiny grin passed her mouth as she wired her limbs through the fencing, she knew how to get out, and she had done it plenty of times.

She found her usual little alleyway she would go to, in no time it was cigarette out, lit and sat on a crate. Her head rested against the wall as she watched the huge moon, blowing and exhaling ringlets of smoke and puffing them out into the midnight sky. She watched the street and a loose page blew past, she snatched it from the wind that swept it past. The headline that made her do this enticed her, she read the article seeping up all it's knowledge. It talked about how their was a new criminal in this town, a group called 'The Brotherhood'. The name made the young woman laugh, what a corny silly thing!

The article talked of explosions happening in the nearby Towns and some new evil scaring the villagers. Well, she was in New York, the heart; every night was scary if you were out on your own. She continued to read on, she said the attacks were led by a vast number of…Mutants. Her eyebrow rose, she thought the only monstrous people in New York, was Abe, HB and herself. She read on, the paper determined that they were insane, dangerous and powerful. She flicked ash on the paper and through to the ground violently.

Chink!

Liz's head snapped back to the alleyway she had concealed herself in. That metallic sound came again and again, chink chink. She pulled herself up against the walls peering through the darkness at what she could hear before her. She kept her breathing low as she did not want to avert attention to whatever was in the alleyway, step by step, bit by bit she made her way deeper into the alleyway. Darkness blinded her sight and all she saw was the smallest flicker of a warm safety flame, like the small compact ones you get in lighters. It wasn't very long until she had noticed the flame and sound of metal had stopped, had the person in the alleyway noticed her?

Then she heard bickering, as if there was a discussion going on, like a group debate. She started up the alleyway, coming near the end and from glancing she saw a group of people, some with tattoos on their faces and necks. A man stood with a very peculiar helmet, they were all sat around a fire talking. The young woman listened in, her hearth thumping away all the while:

"We have to get out of here Magneto!" came a voice filled with hysteria.

"We are not going anywhere," she heard a sophisticated mature voice, like the Professors. "All we have done is caused a little ruckus in the papers that is all, burning buildings, smashing cars, we are much better than that, it's like child's play, and we are here to set our plan straight for our fellow mutants."

That word again, it puzzled her. She listened in more clearly her robe snagging on the wall, she yanked it out nearly ripping a huge hole in her shoulder.

"What was that?" asked the man with the sophisticated voice and weird helmet.

Her heart began to thump more and more, she moved away from the end and dipped into the alcove concealed in darkness but she could still hear their voices.

"I'll check it out," came the other voice she heard before. "No Callisto," he pronounced another weird name. "I'll send someone to go…you check it out…I know you will make the right decision if we are being ambushed," he seemed to say with delight.

"You got it," said the messenger.

The dark haired woman tried to keep her breathing low, and she saw the person emerge from the end of the alleyway. That sound, chink, it was him who was making that sound, he had a lighter in his hand and kept flicking it up and open violently as he surveyed the narrow passage. The voices behind him went into discussion and he moved slowly up the alleyway, his nostrils flared and his eyes moved sharply to the freshly stamped cigarette on the ground. The woman wanted to bang her head against the wall, the smoke still flowed from it. His eyes became like snake slits and he moved near the alcove.

She crouched against the damp wall, holding herself, her body shaking due to the fact that it was very cold. Her hands over her eyes and her face away from looking at him. His footsteps slowed, the crunching sound of his combat boots turning on the spot, then…silence.

She breathed quickly, her body shook even more, and perspiration appeared on her brow smearing lightly against her sleeve. Her hands grew more slippery in texture, and she lost grip on her robe which fell away from her knees.

In alarm she turned her head to snatch it back without him seeing. But, a boot held part of her gown to the soggy ground, her eyes moved slowly up the male's body.

He smiled…sadistically.

"What do you think you're doing dressed in something like that, Sheila?" he asked.

She didn't say anything, she just stared.

But that same smirk stayed on his expression.