Great, it's snowing. That's just what I need right now. One more thing that will make me even more pissed off than I already am. I hate the cold, everything about it really. It symbolizes a lack of passion, a need for more clothing (and who really likes wearing layers of clothes), and to me, it is victorious; it snatched the golden trophy from my grasp. The ice cube won the girl. How poetic, huh?

Damn Bobby, he was always such a pussy. He always played by the rules; he would never ever dare to venture outside of the box, the book of guidelines Mutant High had give all of its students. I bet he never even suspected that his girlfriend and I were seeing each other behind his back. He probably thought Rogue adored him, practically worshipped him like all the other stupid girls did at that school. I would have loved it if he had caught us together.

Maybe it's destined; the bad guy only gets the leftovers. Rogue refused to leave Bobby. I tried everything I could do to convince her to let our little affair we had come out in the open. One time I almost had her. I was giving her a massage in the library one night when we were the only ones there. I had been told by several girls before that I had the hands of an angel, so I thought that I could convince her in the nicest way possible to tell Bobby what we were doing. She was so relaxed that she said yes as if she were in a stupor when I suggested it to her. I was so pleased that I gave my hands a chance to relax and then Rogue snapped out of it and changed her mind.

It pissed me off that she could never admit to Bobby that she did not find him perfect, that there was another who could satisfy her needs, who understood her. I couldn't stand watching him be with her, whiling knowing the whole time that she was mine. Bobby could just never see what was staring at him right in the face.

I ended it with Rogue because she just wouldn't end things with him. She told me that she liked me and her being a secret. I thought that was a load of crock. I didn't want us to be a secret- I wanted everyone to know that I had the girl, that there was someone out there who cared about me, who understood me; or least, someone that I thought understood me. Apparently, Rogue didn't really.

When I met Magneto, I was drawn to him. Here was someone who understood how I felt about my power, how I didn't want to have to tame it. I always felt that while Professor Xavier was a good man, he didn't understand that fire was free. I felt like controlling the power was how I controlled my life. Fire couldn't be controlled by anyone except me. I was in charge of its destiny, its pathway. Magneto offered me a chance to help fight my fellow mutants, to change our destiny.

I felt bad about leaving with him after what he had done to Rogue, I really did, but I understood in a twisted way why he had done it. The humans had to learn how to coexist with the mutants and that we were not inferior to them. If anything, we're superior. I'll never forget when Magneto told me that I was a god among insects. I realized at that moment that I could change the world. I could make things better for my own kind.

My bitch of a mother abandoned me when she discovered what I was. I had to live on the streets till Storm found me and brought me to Mutant High. I can never forget how the woman who bore me looked at me as though I was an ant that she wanted to squash under her foot. I stopped caring about making peace with humans a long time ago. They're the ones who should be grateful that the mutants are even considering coexisting with them.

I used to try to discuss these issues with Rogue. I tried to make her see my point that the mutants were the ones who held the power within their grasp. Her eyes would always cloud over and she would stare at me, almost in pity. Sometimes she'd call me a fanatic when I would discuss the war that was surely to come. She told me that I wouldn't have to worry about it; that the students of Mutant High wouldn't have to fight in it. She never understood that I wanted to take a stand; that I would have given anything to prove my worth. Magneto gave me a chance to do that.

I hadn't planned to leave the school when I had decided to step outside that jet. I just hated feeling like a little kid, stuck inside when the adults were given a chance to fight. I had the right to do that too- I wasn't a little kid; I had stopped being a kid a long time ago. I was also about to throw something very heavy at Bobby if he even thought about rubbing Rogue's back one more time.

I can't go back to the way things were and to tell you the truth, I don't want to. The only thing that I regret leaving is Rogue. In a way though, leaving was a gift. I was finally able to use my powers when I felt like it. In fact, my power was needed. Mystique started to train me the day we arrived at the Brotherhood's headquarters. She taught me not to look back on what I had been. I was finally being brought to life as Pyro. John was dead; everything that he had once been had to go to the grave- every emotion he had felt, every memory, every person he had cared about.

I learned my lesson well. I was given the task after one month of patrolling the streets of the city to find mutants that sought the same changes that the Brotherhood sought as well. I became skilled at having a concerned face, a warm and gentle hand on their back, while thinking the whole time that there was one more that would help destroy the human race.

Now I'm waiting to find another mutant that can be used to help the cause. Things are heating up in the world. There's even been news that there's a "cure" for the mutants. Fuck that shit. I force myself to stop remembering the past. I've been outside long enough. It's way too cold for me now. I decide to return back to the rest of the Brotherhood.

When I arrived at the headquarters, Magneto was waiting for me at the door. "Are you ready?" he questions with an odd smile coming across his face.

I've never seen the old guy this pleased. "For what?" I ask.

"My young friend, it's time for war."