The Pyro's Choice
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John freely goes with The Brotherhood, but how much will it take to make him give himself over to the supposed dark side?
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Chapter 1
Just rethought it
He stood on top of the Brotherhood Lair and looked at the sky. Was this what he wanted to do, now? After all his training and lessons, he was giving it up to fight under Magneto. Magneto shared his views; had spoken words he dared not say around the professor; had uttered the very feelings that he could not form into words. He wanted to prove to Bobby, the professor, the X-Men, and the world that he was right; if mutants have the power, they should use it. He felt mutants were the next generation, they were the future and his was in Magneto's except Magneto took to it to a higher level. John a.k.a. Pyro figured it this way Professor Xavier was soft and only did what was best for peace and all known to pacifism and Magneto was hard, not letting anything get in the way of the mission he took so seriously. He'd soon come to realize, he couldn't have an "in between."
"John, are you up there?" Magneto asked.
"Yes, Magneto." he answered respectfully. He had already been there for about two weeks, so whatever everyone else called him, he felt he was in no way worthy enough to address him by any other title.
"Come down here, son, and let me take a look at you." Magneto said with a small laugh in his voice. "We need you to undergo examinations, is that alright with you?"
"Whatever you need me to do, man, I'm up for it." he replied. "That is... anything as to say..."
Magneto laughed. He still knew that his time at the Xavier Institute had (to him) corrupted his mind. "You mean anything on the lines of... legal?"
John tried his hardest not to red. He gulped and nodded. "Don't get me wrong," he quickly iterated. "I mean nothing I have to do in vain."
"My child," Magneto began. "Nothing you do here will be in vain, I assure you. Here, you will learn to decide what is vain or not unlike your last school."
"Already trying to condemn my past and compare to where I've been?" John asked. "I'm smarter than that you know. It'll probably take some serious brainwashing for you to get to me."
"That is highly biased on your part, Pyro. We're not going to brainwash you by any means. You weren't captured and brought here, you simply came. The only thing I have done is allowed you to make a choice for yourself, unlike to what Xavier does."
"There you go again." John said again.
Magneto paused. "If you want to leave, Pyro, no one is stopping you."
John apologized. In a way, he was glad Magneto had given him the option to leave; that way he wouldn't feel somewhat accountable or fight his conscience to stay there, unlike the Xavier Institute. He smiled at himself. "Now I'm doing it. Look, Magneto, I'm sorry; I guess I'm nervous. You were said to be my enemy up until now."
"Don't twist Charles' words. We are simply two friends with different viewpoints. Now, let's not waste time; put this on." Magneto said handing him a silver robe.
"What do I do with this?" John asked.
"You said you were a smart boy, Pyro; do I really have to explain what you do with robes of that size?" Magneto asked smirking. Pyro stayed silent and scowled. "Okay well, first you remove the..."
"Okay, okay... dude I get it." Pyro yelled. Magneto heartedly laughed. "Well, my boy, you'll do fine here. I expect you out in five minutes."
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Okay, that's the first... how was it? RnR okay?
~~~
John freely goes with The Brotherhood, but how much will it take to make him give himself over to the supposed dark side?
~~~
Chapter 1
Just rethought it
He stood on top of the Brotherhood Lair and looked at the sky. Was this what he wanted to do, now? After all his training and lessons, he was giving it up to fight under Magneto. Magneto shared his views; had spoken words he dared not say around the professor; had uttered the very feelings that he could not form into words. He wanted to prove to Bobby, the professor, the X-Men, and the world that he was right; if mutants have the power, they should use it. He felt mutants were the next generation, they were the future and his was in Magneto's except Magneto took to it to a higher level. John a.k.a. Pyro figured it this way Professor Xavier was soft and only did what was best for peace and all known to pacifism and Magneto was hard, not letting anything get in the way of the mission he took so seriously. He'd soon come to realize, he couldn't have an "in between."
"John, are you up there?" Magneto asked.
"Yes, Magneto." he answered respectfully. He had already been there for about two weeks, so whatever everyone else called him, he felt he was in no way worthy enough to address him by any other title.
"Come down here, son, and let me take a look at you." Magneto said with a small laugh in his voice. "We need you to undergo examinations, is that alright with you?"
"Whatever you need me to do, man, I'm up for it." he replied. "That is... anything as to say..."
Magneto laughed. He still knew that his time at the Xavier Institute had (to him) corrupted his mind. "You mean anything on the lines of... legal?"
John tried his hardest not to red. He gulped and nodded. "Don't get me wrong," he quickly iterated. "I mean nothing I have to do in vain."
"My child," Magneto began. "Nothing you do here will be in vain, I assure you. Here, you will learn to decide what is vain or not unlike your last school."
"Already trying to condemn my past and compare to where I've been?" John asked. "I'm smarter than that you know. It'll probably take some serious brainwashing for you to get to me."
"That is highly biased on your part, Pyro. We're not going to brainwash you by any means. You weren't captured and brought here, you simply came. The only thing I have done is allowed you to make a choice for yourself, unlike to what Xavier does."
"There you go again." John said again.
Magneto paused. "If you want to leave, Pyro, no one is stopping you."
John apologized. In a way, he was glad Magneto had given him the option to leave; that way he wouldn't feel somewhat accountable or fight his conscience to stay there, unlike the Xavier Institute. He smiled at himself. "Now I'm doing it. Look, Magneto, I'm sorry; I guess I'm nervous. You were said to be my enemy up until now."
"Don't twist Charles' words. We are simply two friends with different viewpoints. Now, let's not waste time; put this on." Magneto said handing him a silver robe.
"What do I do with this?" John asked.
"You said you were a smart boy, Pyro; do I really have to explain what you do with robes of that size?" Magneto asked smirking. Pyro stayed silent and scowled. "Okay well, first you remove the..."
"Okay, okay... dude I get it." Pyro yelled. Magneto heartedly laughed. "Well, my boy, you'll do fine here. I expect you out in five minutes."
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Okay, that's the first... how was it? RnR okay?