Hey i finally found out how to post stpries after reading a review of someones. I wrote this storya long time ago and it has been sitting on my computer for ever. Its really short and centered around Pyro.


Anger and sadness are two feelings that burn within me. As I look on at Bobby's family photos there smiles seem to taunt me and the feelings return full power. Old memories resurface as I remember my past before the X-men. My parents never gave a damn and when they learned that I could control fire they wanted me to do their dirty work for them. When I didn't agree and wouldnt help they beat me and left me to die. When Xavier found me and tool me in I felt hope, that I could have a better life. Now, as I look on I just wish my family could be that, all happy and together, but it never will be. I'm not like the rest of them and as I turn and walk away I sadly think "Do I really belong with them"?


Please review and tell me lightly how i can improve. I don't take bad criticism to good.

hopefully i will have more, better stories soon:)