A/N: Disclaimer: Magneto, X-men, and their respective powers are owned by Marvel Comics. The OC, Mitchel Blaze, however, is my own.

This is the first chapter.

Mitchel Blaze. Or at least that's what the papers say. Where I'm from? Who knows. I lived in an orphanage most of my life. Never seen my parents. No family. No friends. Nothing. Everyone in the orphanage hates me. All my life I've been treated like a freak. When I fall, I get hurt. When I get cut, I bleed. What makes me different from them? I'm a mutant. I didn't realize it till maybe... I don't know. All I know is I can create fire through my hands. And when I get pissed off, my arms burst into flames. That and my name. I tried to avoid everyone as much as possible. Especially after that one incident...

-flashback-

I was 12. Everyone was outside playing. I usually sit by the stairs till its time to go back in. "Hey Freak, think fast," I heard someone yell. I looked up and saw a baseball flying towards my face. I put my hand up to block it. The second it hit my hand, the ball lit up and turned to ashes.

"Nice going freak."

The boy was older and a lot bigger than I was. A typical bully.

"That's our only ball." he yelled.

"I-I didn't mean..." Before I knew it he had me shoved up against the wall. His buddies held me there. He hit me in the stomach. The entire playground rushed over to watch. They were all yelling and practically cheering as I got hit. Those animals. Except for this one girl. She tried to break it up. She did little help. She got shoved to the ground. I took another shot. She got back up and bit him on the left forearm. He shook her off turned around and smacked her. The moment that happened I felt the energy in my biceps flowing throughout my arms. My arms started to heat up. The two holding me let go in fear of burning their hands. Fire quickly covered my arms. Everyone backed away. When he turned around, I took a swing at him. I hit him right in the chin. He fell on his back. I mounted on top of him and took a few more shots.

His shirt was on fire till one of the adults who ran the orphanage came out and sprayed me with the fire extinguisher and pulled me off by the collar of my shirt. Moments later an ambulance came and took the boy to the hospital. I never did see that boy again. He must have lived since I'm not in jail or anything. I don't care.

-end flashback-

I've been wandering the streets for about 3 maybe 4 years now. I escaped the orphanage shortly after they announced that the President was attacked by a mutant. I couldn't stay. I'm 17 now. Got no where to go. Hitching rides to where ever. Living off scraps. Stealing occasionally. I'm surprised I'm still alive. A lot of news about mutants have been going around these past 3 or so years. Something big happened at the Statue of Liberty a while back. I saw a lighting bolt hit it and something went flying into the water. Couldn't really tell what it was from where I was sitting. Sometime after I heard a dam or something broke and flooded someplace. And not too long ago I heard that bridge in San Fransisco got destroyed and there was some mutant war going on. Sounded like fun. I was waiting in this line for some mutant cure thing at the time. Apparently it was supposed to turn me "back to normal." I saw this pretty looking girl not too far ahead of me in line. She had a strand of white hair but the rest looked light brown. I thought it was kinda cool. I didn't get a chance to talk to her.

"Fascinating story dear boy. But its your move", said an old man.

I'm playing chess with some old man I met in the park. He was just sitting there by himself. I thought I'd play a game with him.

"Lost your queen old man."

"So did you go through with this so called cure?"

"...No. What's there to cure? I'm not sick. I have no diseases. That "cure" is more like a virus. It would've destroy who I am."

He gives a small chuckle."Well said boy."

"Call me Mitchel. So your not afraid of me?" I asked.

"Should I be, Mitchel?" he replied.

"Well I did just tell you I'm a mutant"

"Yes, yes. A pyromancer, correct?"

"Uh huh. I'm not quite sure how to control it though. The flames don't really leave my hands. Just up my arms."

"I once knew a young man not so different from you."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh its nothing but old news. Check mate. It's about time I take my leave. Till we meet again...brother."

He got up and left. Didn't even bother to take the chess pieces. Its funny how you can tell strangers these kind of things. I'm surprised how well he took it. Normally the second someone finds out your a mutant they freak out or something. Could he be a...?

"Hey mister are...?" Hes gone.

Chapter 1