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Notes: Updated because Toad's dialogue was crap. Also cleaned up a bit :)

Chapter Two-Internal Fire

They entered the warehouse. Magneto was leading, with Mystique by his side and St. John followed, trying to slow down the pounding of his heart. Magneto hadn't even checked to see if he'd followed just left the plane with a swirl of his cloak. Of course that was good in a way, showed he was trusted, but still…

Magneto flung the metal door open and strode inside, closing it with a crash behind them. The interior of the warehouse was dark and gloomy, Pyro thought he heard a slithering noise somewhere in the darkness.

He wondered how long they would be staying here. He was glad to be away from the school; they'd treated him like a kid back there, but at the same time he couldn't help but think slightly wistfully of the dormitories, with their large comfy beds. He wondered what would happen to all his stuff, would Drake end up with it? Or would they burn it. He had nothing in the world now except his lighter.

And that's how it should be. He pushed aside the weak, worried portion of his mind, inwardly sneering at it. He was Pyro, the man, the mutant and the fire. He didn't need anything else.

'You're back?'

Far above their heads, a bulb flickered into light, as a figure appeared through a door on their left. 'Magneto?'

'We're leaving.' Magneto's voice sounded harsh in the still air. St. John felt himself shiver slightly. It was cold, after all, he'd been walking through snow, and the plane hadn't been heated. Perfectly natural to shiver.

The man came closer and St. John noticed his skin looked slightly translucent. It was faintly green as well. 'Why do we have to leave?'

'Get Sabretooth.' Magneto turned around and disappeared through another door, 'We're going in ten minutes.'

'Sabre!' The man shouted back over his shoulder. Pyro tried to remember where he'd heard the name before, hadn't Wolverine mentioned it at one point? They'd fought Sabretooth before which meant he was one of th-, one of us.

'Who're you then?' The man was talking to him. 'I didn't know Magneto was bringing back a kid.'

'St. John Allerdyce.' He muttered, feeling suddenly self-conscious. A feeling which was not helped as Sabretooth appeared in the doorframe, shaking water out of his shaggy hair.

'Sin-jun Allar-dice.' The man mimicked his voice and sniggered. 'What sort of name is that?'

St. John blushed and looked down. Behind him Mystique raised an eyebrow and mouthed 'Mortimer Toynbee.' Toad grinned.

'Well I'm Toad. And Sabretooth's the great hairy thing over there.' He sneered slightly at the boy 'Haven't you got a proper name?'

The embarrassment was leaving now, and the anger was flaming back. The desire to show them, to prove himself, to use the power because he could, because no one could stop him. He reached inside his jacket and flicked the lighter open.

Toad shrugged and turned around, but before he could tell Sabretooth about the change of plan, a red hot fall of fire streaked past his left ear. He stared, open-mouthed, as it hit the wall opposite, spreading out in a rose of deep white heat. Sabretooth had thrown himself to the floor.

Then there was silence, apart from the slight plinking sound of cooling metal. Toad turned, mouth still hanging, to see the young God, standing before him, eyes alight, fire trickling slowly between his fingers.

'My name is Pyro.'

Akk, another short one. The next will be longer, promise. That just seemed such a great place to stop it.

The title is not a mistake. It is meant to say internal (rather than eternal.)

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