Warning: major abuse towards Pyro. includes getting "cured" unwillingly, getting the shitake mushrooms kicked out of him . Slash later on, Future lemon (or is it lime?) Abuse, swears, John is an uke, and BobbyJohn-ness and a few spoilers of X3. AU

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of this story, I only own the fact that I'm a sadist, cause well I am. I apologize to all the pyro fans here for chapter one I'm a pyro fan to but I needed this to happen for the plot. VIVA BOBBYJOHN! this is basically the prologue for what gonna happen. the rest may not be in Point of View format.

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The Rise and Fall of Pyro
chapter one: everything changes

John's POV

The city's bigger than I remembered, I tread past the old movie theater where me and Bobby used to hang out before she came along, Rogue or Marie, or whatever she's calling herself these days. She ruined everything! Bobby and I always hung out around the mansion, or around anywhere in general till she came and he barely said a word to me.

Even though we still hung out it was almost as if he was watching me making sure I didn't do anything stupid like torch a building or something like that. But that doesn't matter anymore. I'm a terrorist and he's a 'Hero'. I still wonder how the hell he learned how to head-butt like that. It's been almost two months and I still have a huge bruise and not to mention the gash on my head, which is now finally dressed and partially covered by my brown bangs. Yeah, I let my hair go back to its natural color. The police are looking for a blond Pyro not a brunette one.

I look down to my right arm beneath my jacket on my wrist is my fire mechanism. The medium of my mutation; without it, much to my dismay, I'm powerless. Heh, look at me, One of the most wanted mutant terrorists actually hiding. Four months ago I would never even think of hiding. Now? here I am, walking down a street in the middle of Autumn wearing a thick down coat, a Yankees hat, and shades. I don't even know why I picked a Yankees hat. Hell, I don't even like baseball.

I continue to travel down this 'memory lane', and pass the run down radio shack, which to my surprise its still open. I find myself staring as the display TVs still playing the events of the Alcatraz incident over. The next part of the news show caught my eye "Authorities still have yet to catch the mutant, Saint John Allerdyce also known as 'Pyro'. John remains top priority on the ten most wanted mutants list and has eluded police for the past 2 months. If you find this mutant call police immediately do not attempt to capture him on your own, he is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous."

If this were four months ago I'd have sneered at the comment. Then again after the Alcatraz incident nothing the same, Hell, I'm not the same. I'm different than that arrogant teen I once was. Now I see the truth, I made a huge mistake three years ago. I realized this after seeing Magneto just cast Mystique aside after she took a shot that was meant for him! He didn't care about us; we were expendable. However I was too much of a coward to turn my back on him, sure I'd be killed.

Yeah, try having everything you believe in blown up in your face and having to fight your best friend! Tell me if you're the same after that! I'm through trusting people, the only one you can trust is yourself that's rule number one about living on the streets.

The sun's going down, it should be safe to light a fire now, I take my shades off as I head down an abandoned alleyway, a quick glance back to make sure no one's looking. Taking one of the trashcan lids off with one hand, I flicked the flint wheel on my glove of my opposite hand to create a flame and created a small bonfire. I thought I'd done this discretely but I guess not because no more than three minutes later I heard some woman yell "It's him! It's that Pyro freak!" now I resent that, I'm not a freak.

I hear the sirens and start to panic. My mind is racing so I do the first thing that came to mind, I ran. I don't know where I'm going but I have to get away fast. I begin shoving my way through a thick crowd of people. The siren's only getting louder, it sounds as though its only inches away from me. I now know how the character from 'The Tell-Tale Heart' feels. As someone jolted into my shoulder something in me snapped and I flicked the flint wheel of my glove again and just started torching people, my mind was stuck in a memory of three years ago at Bobby's house when those cop's tried to kill us and shot Wolverine.

By the time I realize what I'd done the horrid stench of burnt flesh fills my nose, I nearly gag. the sirens seem louder than ever, I change my direction and run for a few blocks. I'm not even paying attention to where I am, I'm only focusing on getting away from the sirens with seem to be fading. I slow down a little and finally get a glimpse of my surroundings this place looks like a dump. I start thinking about the institute, yeah I'm less than half a mile away. but, I doubt they'll let me in, they'll probably turn me in and make me get 'cured'.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as I feel a pin prick in my arm much like….oh shit! I glance down, shocked that I see a dart in my arm. I barely even have time to react before my legs give out, I'm on my hands and knees as a burning feeling more intense then the fire I wield spread throughout my body, I stifle a cry of agony as the feeling intensifies tenfold. My minds going fuzzy, I can barely tell what's going on now but I know I'm on the ground in the fetal position.

I see two blurry figures speaking to one another. the sensation passes and I blink rapidly to regain my vision. I now see two people, two men, standing over me; ones holding a cure gun the other just staring at me. I cant believe what just happened! I Refuse to! "not so tough now are you mutant!" the one with the gun sneered. Before I could say anything the other man kicked me right in the rib, I could have sworn I heard a 'crack'. I hiss in pain. " oh…did I hurt you? Good" he kicked me again. Fuck! that hurt like hell, I think I can taste blood.

I try to stand but the sharp pain in my side keeps me down. "aww is the widdle mutant injured?" the one with the gun taunted. I flick the flint wheel of my glove, a small flame comes, but it only burns my hand. It did happen, I've been 'cured'. and now I'm officially screwed. The man with the gun grabbed my hair and pulled me up "looks like someone got a piece of him before" he pokes the bandages on my head, a flash of colors appear before my eyes. I groaned that hurt like hell. "Shut up!" he hit my wound harder and I'm sent back down to the ground. My consciousness begins to drift as I murmur the only name I could think of "….bobby, help me"