Notes: I know it's been a very very very long time, but I've been out of internetand pretty incomunicated lately (wich is good,somehow, because I've been writing a lot x3) Also, I got a new policy, I'll upload a new chapter for every two reviews I get, after all, writers live on reviews!
Thanks a lot to December LeBeau, because it's awesome having someone who reviews on all chapters, and, because of that, next chapter goes to you x3 (because I gess that your name adresses to a certain cajĂșn?)
And as always, very special thanks to aiRo25, because I give her a lot of work with all my spelling erros and stuff, and she's great! (I added a littleexplanation on the insane thing, I hope it's understandable)
Aclaratory note: At the beginning of the chapter I mention something about Pyro being omega. I know he's not, but since the movie people like doig whatever they want to the characters, I might as well do it too. I have a small polt in development so Pyro can turn to omega at the end of the story (involving evolution, creating fire and the cure) Please feel free to tell me what you think! I'd love to hear opinions!
Magneto
Magneto never knew John. To him, there's only Pyro. Pyro is power in all its forms, is a revolution waiting to happen. Pyro is greatness, is evolution.
To Magneto, Pyro is part of the greatest generation of mutants. Pyro is omega.
When he joined Magneto, Pyro didn't feel like he was betraying Xavier.
Xavier had wanted to help him, and he did. He had tried to convince him of his beliefs, maybe a little too much, and that didn't really work. Maybe he could have managed to convince John, but John was long gone, and Pyro simply didn't believe.
Xavier had taught him to do what he felt was right, and joining Magneto was, for him, the right thing to do. He had known the moment Magneto asked him for his real name that he was destined to do bigger things, to fight on a bigger team, to pursue a bigger dream.
And he believes in Magneto's dream in a way he never believed in Xavier's.
He remembers the feeling when he first arrived at Magneto's base; it was so primal, so essential, so fulfilling, something he had forgotten long ago; there, in that big, dark and cold compound, he felt at home. He decided in that moment that all the fights, the battles, the betrayals, the loneliness and the pain were worth it. That feeling was worth everything. The first other mutant he saw when he arrived, apart from Mystique, was Pietro. Pyro had a vague memory of him, but Pietro seemed to remember him perfectly. "Maaaan, you-were-so-fucked-up! You-look-so-much-better!" Pietro spoke a little too fast for Pyro to understand him completely, but he enjoyed the easewith wichhe accepted him on the team. "What-happened-to-you?" He never completely answered Pietro's question, and Pietro changed the subject pretty fast (he seemed to have a tendency to do that a lot.) Pietro was not Bobby, but then again, Pyro was not John. Bobby had been a friend. Pietro was part of a home. His room at The Base was not as big as the one at Xavier's and only had a small window that wasn't nearly enough for Pyro to feel completely confortable. He was writing on his desk one night, a week after his arrival, trying to mitigate the horrible feeling of imprisonment the small room gave him when Magneto knocked on his door and sat down on the edge of his bed. He looked old and tired, like a man who's fought too many battles but refuses to stop, because he doesn't know about anything else. "How are you adapting, Pyro?" The question seemed too trivial to not have a hidden meaning, but Pyro answered anyway. "'Been in worse places" He stopped typing and shrugged. Magneto laughed. It was a strong noise, authoritative, imposing, a little too much, even, and it didn't suit his appearance at all. "All the worst places are really the best." Pyro stared, confused, so Magneto continued. "All that humans and all the mutants who help them, do you think they know what it is to be caged? Do you think they understand what it is to be looked down on? Do you think they have ever felt the loneliness of being abandoned by everyone they cared for?" Magneto's voice was soft, clear and hypnotic, not the voice you'dexpect from an old man. Just like his laugh; it made Pyro wonder if that voice really belonged to that body. "All those places you've been. All the loneliness, all the fear and all the humiliation...You are not like those kids at Charles's school; you are stronger. You have been through the biggest trial of all, and you have passed." And then he repeated those words, the ones that had gained John's attention, and led him to become Pyro completely. "You are a God among insects, Pyro. And this place..." He gestured to the room,opening his hands and extending his arms "...is the Olympus." Then he stood up to leave but stopped on the doorway and looked back at Pyro. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't have what you want." Pyro glanced through his room, once Magneto was gone, and suddenly, it didn't feel so small anymore. Magneto had changed his point of view about everything. He had given him a dream, he had given him a home, and he had made him realize that he was so much more than a bunch of nightmares and moments of insanity.
He remembers perfectly, and with a pride he never thought he'd feel, the moment when the walls Professor Xavier had built to steady his mind fell down, and he was completely free; his views of the world expanded and changed and got tangled up in his head. He saw a new world, a new order, he saw everything only crazy people are allowed to see.
Pyro was nineteen, and he was insane.
Magneto had offered him the world, and he was going to take it.
