Three steps forward, and one step back
Whil-o-whisp
Starting time: 3:58 a.m.
Ending time: 4:21 a.m.
Fandom: X-men: Evolution, GambitxPyro
Word Count: 500
A/N: I dunno. I just don't. I was watching Cajun spice and all the other episodes with the acolytes even remotely shown, and this popped up. I really don't know just,no, I don't.
Disclaimers: I do not own Mags, Piotr, John, Viktor, or Remy. I use them to entertain myself and others.
TIME FOR FUN!
I never really considered myself insane before I got my power. Before that, before everything great ever came my way, I was a nice kid, who did his homework, avoided his parents, passively skulking his way through life, had a slight infatuation with fire, and generally sane. That changed pretty quick. After that, every incident I faced became a step towards the edge, or a step away. The edge being, of course, me going completely insane and burning the world to a crisp. Which might be an interesting activity. One step forward.
I never considered myself the smartest person in the world. Far from it, but not dumb. No, I'm average when it comes to that, but I was never dumb. Despite my lack of self-control, or my age, or whatever, I am not dumb. Whatever anybody says about that is bull. And I'll tell them that too. Well, probably not. If he tells you do something or you are something, you better agree or else you're gonna be paying for it. There's a reason there's so much metal armor in our uniforms ya' know. I hate it when Magneto makes me our scapegoat, cus I'm uncontrollable or because I'm young, or whatever the hell he preaches.
But I can't say nothing. I keep my mouth shut or else I'm a crumpled metal pierced heap on the floor. I can't disagree or defend myself, so it burns into my mind. One step forward.
I never considered myself powerful, in the long run, just my power. The ability and creativity to destroy anything I see fit, the adrenaline rush of watching something living or useful being destroyed and turned, through a chemical reaction, into ash and dust. Something so useless and insignifigant. Something great, turned into something worthless. A king, turned into a pawn, instead of just a pawn all along. But some kings were never mean to fall. And some pawns, would always be pawns. One step forward.
I never considered myself to be part of a team when I was with mags. It was just a combination of people working for the same guy, towards the same goal, in the same place. I was alone and I was okay with that most of the time. Piotr and Sabretooth weren't very good company anyway. Pietro made it more like a team for a while, but that didn't last. He went back to his team. The brotherhood was a team. Maybe after this mess I'd join them. As if they'd take me. I am so close to the edge nowadays. It's painful to realize just how insane I've become.
"Aussie…John!" Gambit snapped infront of his face. "You been t'inkin' too much, Time ta eat, peu de feu." He clapped a hand onto the pyro's shoulder, steering him towards the kitchen. 'peu de feu'…Doesn't that mean little fire? St. John smiled a little bit. Gambit is my teammate. He cares what happens to me, even if only a little. That's one step back.