California
On the site of what had once been the Alcatraz prison, a rock shifted slightly. It wobbled, then promptly fell back into place. An audible groan was sounded, unheard by anyone but its source.Then, a roaring flame shot upward, clearing the rubble mound entirely.
A battered and bruised John Allerdyce shifted uncomfortably as he tried to sit up and take in his surroundings. Waiting for his vision to focus, he expected to find the remains of the Brotherhood. When it finally did, he found nothing more than debris and flames.
Shit, he thought to himself silently.
The last thing John, or Pyro, remembered was Bobby Drake turning into an ice cube and giving him one chilling headache.
Frantically, he searched for his lighter. He spotted it a few feet away. As he picked it up, it calmed his nerves. He always felt like he had better control with it in his hand.
A rumble from behind him snapped him temporarily out of his reverie, and he froze at the sound of tires. He listened and heard the sound of doors opening, feet shuffling, and then the cocking of numerous guns.
John turned, only to be met with the blinding light coming from a van that visibly read S.W.A.T. He wondered how they had gotten to the isolated rock in the first place. Then he remembered the bridge.
Instinctively, Pyro reached for his lighter, and he heard it click open. He was instantly satisfied with the look of fear on the S.W.A.T. members' faces as he lit a small flame.
A voice raw with fear sounded somewhat timidly from the front of the group.
"We know who you are freak! Now that lighter isn't going to kill every one of us before somebody gets a shot in."
John pondered this thought. What the man said was true. But he wasn't looking forward to going back to a reality without anywhere to go. The Brotherhood was disbanded, destroyed. The former Jean Gray had made sure of that.
The man spoke again.
"Look. Just toss the lighter over to us. We aren't going to kill you."
He disregarded the man completely, and focused on the lighter.
With the wave of his hand, the fire of the lighter moved into John's palm. It began to expand rapidly into a massive ball of fire.
Just as he was going to reign hell upon the group that stood before him, he heard a jet descending upon them. His attention turned towards the sky.
The leader of the group saw this as the perfect moment of opportunity.
He aimed his gun, and hesitated slightly.
The person before him was only a kid. A teen who looked much like his own thin, brunette son.
He's a mutant. A dangerous mutant who murders without reason. Forgive me God.
With that thought, he fired directly at the kid's neck.
Pyro felt a sickening pain hit his neck. He pulled the needle that had hit him out.
After staring closely, he realized with horror that this wasn't a tranquilizer.
The green liquid that had been injected into his body was the cure.
The last thing John Allerdyce remembered was the shouting of someone, and then being knocked out by the end someone's gun.
