A/N: Okay, first things first, a big fat thank you to Germanshepard9 and Chica De Los Ojos Café. Next, a sad little girl would like to share a tale,
"Honestly, I'm writing cause I like it, not to please anyone, so yea. Today I'm way sad. I've actually finished Chapter 7 of this story and the ending. I'm still revising the chapters done and trying to link up the ending at Chapter 7 nicely. Yet 'cause I've two computers at home, I sometimes update on either. Today, while transferring a newly revised Chapter 3 to the current one, I overwrote the revised (and may I add, much much longer and better) Chapter 4 and 5. Moral of the story, don't be lazy. Check ever chapter before you decided to overwrite. I'm really quite upsets now so do try to be nice." (
2. The Name's Allerdyce. St. John Allerdyce.
Pietro dumped his bag on the bed and sat down on it. Almost everything in the room came in a pair; two desks, and two single beds, two dressers as well as several bookshelves.
He looked around and realized that the room was pretty much bare if not for the numerous books on the shelves and stacks of paper scattered on the desk. 'Pyro's desk', he reminded himself and he continued taking in the new surroundings.
There were numerous questions spinning in his head then, like how did the former Acolyte end up here, what was he doing here and most importantly, when do they serve dinner. Pietro hasn't eaten for a whole day now and he was starved. He and his unusually high metabolic rate, all problems his mutation brought.
The lanky Australian was walking to the dresser, rummaging through it, he pulled out some clothes and began to dress himself. After he was done, he fell onto his bed and started flicking his lighter.
Seconds passed before Pietro spoke. "So why are you here?" he asked, slowing his speech deliberately.
"I dunno. Decided to try something else for a change I guess. Watching your Dad die was getting kind of boring." Pyro replied flatly, his eyes on the lighter's flame.
Pietro could feel an unknown sadness coursing through his veins. Watching his Dad die. Although he never really liked him, Magneto was still his father.
"So what about you mate?" Pyro asked. This time he had made a small fireball and was slowing shaping it.
"The Brotherhood House was burnt down. Toad and Freddy got into a fight and the fire from the stove burnt a piece of newspaper. When the two of them finally noticed the fire, it was too large for them to put off. Lance and I weren't around then." Peitro got up and started emptying his bag's contents into the dresser.
"Cool." The fireball was now a small kitten made of flames. Pyro was playing with it, tickling it. "Fire that is. Tough luck bout the place going down too thou."
"It's okay. So how's it like staying here?" Pietro asked as he continued unpacking his stuff and placing them around the room unhurriedly.
"Have not been here for long but it's not too bad. Had a few run-ins with Wolfie and Scott, especially Scott, he doesn't seem to trust me." He let out a laugh as the kitten placed a paw on his nose. "But yea, if not for those, all's fine."
Pietro watched as the kitten moved, fluidly, like a real live one. "Guess he won't make life any easier for us too." Quicksilver replied his eyes on the flame as he placed another pair of jeans into the dresser. "But the fact that this place is so much better than the dumpster I called home, I guess, I'll survive."
"No doubt." Pyro smirked at the speedster. "But the rest can be quite fun. Especially Kurt, elf boy is way more fun than I first thought. He's quite the prankster here." Pyro grinned mentally, thinking of all those tricks they've planned, just waiting to be executed. "Anyway, if you're done, we had better get going, it's time for dinner. Wolfie doesn't like us to be late."
Pietro turned around and faced the fire lover. "Okay. I'm done, Py- " The kitten had suddenly extinguished, cutting off what Pietro had wanted to say.
Pietro watched Pyro as he pushed himself off the bed and walked towards the door. Pyro opened the door slightly, just like he was about to leave, then stopped and turned, giving Pietro a nonchalant look. "The name's Allerdyce. St. John Allerdyce."
