Welcome! I am your host, Sauron. You know, that fiery eye that sits on top of a tower doing nothing. Yeah, that's me. Well, I am opening this show and I hope you all enjoy it so sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. Note: the one ring was destroyed so don't ask me about it.
"So," Pyro said, more to himself than anyone, "I'm a bad guy now."
"Yes," Magneto said rather bitterly. Sure he admired the boy, but sometimes he was so d--- stupid.
Just last week Pyro had joined his 'kill the humans' group and just a few days ago, Pyro had recklessly used his powers at a mall – harming many humans – and setting the police on the group. Magneto had strictly ordered him not to do it.
"Pyro?"
'Yes?"
"Perhaps you aren't a bad guy after all?" Magneto suggested hesitantly.
"Do you honestly think I don't fit in? OK, if you don't want me, just say so. I'll move on. I can go on my own."
Magneto let it drop. The boy was too old to teach without a fight. Something had to be done. Time to put an ad in the newspaper.
Need to go: A stubborn boy with the skill of burning anything in sight with his lighter. Please call….
Count Olaf was sitting in his beat up, dusty, sofa and thoughtfully stroking his tattoo of Sauron's eye on his ankle while reading the paper. He looked up from the papers and out of the tower. Six houses needed to go. It would leave him at least one orphan from each house and millions of dollars.
Count Olaf looked back at his papers. The words 'burning' and 'lighter' caught his eye. Just the words he was thinking about. He slowly went to the phone as if he hardly believed what he read. After all he wasn't the best reader in the world. Then in a giddy mood, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number furiously.
"Hello," he said slyly, "I saw your advertisement…"
"Oh yes," came the answer from the other end, "You can come get him anytime."