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Last Time

"How did you find me?" Rogue asked curiously as Gambit placed the empty plate on the sink.

"I didn't cherie, you found me." Remy said, pointing out the obvious. Rogue nodded shortly, knowing that it was the most logical answer to her question.

"I mean, why are you here? Did you know I was here somewhere or was it pure luck?" Rogue asked curiously, wanting to know if the brotherhood knew more on the Activists that had captured her. Gambit shook his head sadly and looked her straight in the eye.

"Cherie, Mystique send me here on orders of Callisto, she sensed some sort of mutant activity around here and asked me to check it out. Whether she sensed you or some other mutant, I don't know, I should ask her that when I check in tonight."

Rogue made a small 'o' with her mouth before she looked down at her hands sadly, she had expected them to know where John was, or at least if they had any idea of his current location.

Chapter 9

"Lets face it, Magneto is not going to come out and search for him. He's some ruthless old bastard that doesn't care about anyone who works with him, no matter how close their position to him are." One of the Activists said as they were all sitting around the smaller table in one of the rooms of the big base.

Their room was the only one where the light was shining, the rest of the rooms in the hallway were occupied by captured mutants, who each had essential information to the Activists, some of them broke down and told them everything in order to be freed, but some others kept going and refused to answer to the repeated questions that they were asked and just took the torture. They wouldn't give up until the day they died, those were the ones who were really dedicated to their leaders and knew the importance to the information they held. Pyro was one of them, he would rather die than to ever betray Magneto, he didn't care on how much times a day he was tortured to get some answers out of him, he would hold on and protect the information until the last bit of strength left his body.

"I say we send him a message, a video or a letter. Just to tell him we got his little fire-starter and that he's already spilling essential information to us." One of the others Activists said, leaning back in his chair and looking around at the faces of his fellow members, who were nodding and agreeing to his plan to lure Magneto out with some sort of leverage.

"A video, we can film him and show how bad he is being treated and all of that shit, it would certainly lure them out or make them realize that they should take action to, perhaps, save him so he would at least survive." The Activist member at the head of the table said, an evil grin played on his lips.

Pyro opened his eyes slightly as his cell door opened again. Two of the Acitivists grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a lighted room, this room wasn't the usual room he was pushed in for interrogation, which made Pyro wonder what was going on. He looked around the room, his eyesight was still blurry, one eye had turned blue from the continued hitting and dried up blood and dirt was covering his face. The Activists were standing in a group around him and before he realized what was going on, he felt himself being pushed on the floor and his arms tied down behind his back. Pyro blinked several times, trying to get his eyesight a little sharper.

He lifted his head up slightly from the floor, looking at the other side of the room. One of the activists was leaning against the wall and John could barely make out the smile playing on his lips. Clearly he was enjoying the pain Pyro went through as he was pushed against the hard floor, his broken ribs ached in pain as his body tried to lift itself up slightly so they would stop hurting. Pyro glared at the man in front of him and tried to identify the other objects in the room. A table, several chairs were shoved against the wall, clearly to make room for whatever they were planning to do with him.

Briefly, he saw the man take a puff from his cigarette before he let it fall on the floor and stamped it out with his foot, Pyro felt his right hand twitch slightly as he watched the small flame in the cigarette, John smirked from the inside and looked at floor and the cigarette, he would have to act quick if he would want to do something drastically.

He felt his head being pressed against the floor, causing him to wince in pain as his captor had just pushed on the head wound that he had received from them only a couple of days earlier. His hair was hanging in front of his eyes and he looked like he could faint every moment. But looks could be deceiving, within the second, Pyro winked at the cigarette, causing it to explode slightly and stir up the Activists who were already loosening their grip on him, thinking he would faint in a few seconds. Pyro took advantage of the ignorance and quickly shot up, calling some of the fire from the explosion to him and started to attack several of the Activists.

Pyro smirked and held the fire in his hand, watching it for a second before he threw it at one of the Activists who tried to come closer to him. The flames were burning in his eyes, he felt the fire consume him again, after being separated from it for such a long time, it was a welcoming thing. It was like he was finally complete again, his strength returned to him as he began to swirl the fire around him, his resource was almost gone so he had to hurry if he wanted to make a move. He shot another flame at the Activist standing against the wall in shock, not believing this was happening. He saw his friends being attacked by a, by flame ridden, St. John Allerdyce, by a mutant who was on the brick of fainting only minutes ago.

Pyro smirked as the man fainted after John supposedly missed and shot the fire ball just next to his head. Giggling slightly, John looked around the room and noticed everyone was unconscious, either from him attacking or just out of fear.

"Bunch of weaklings, the lot of them." Pyro muttered, shaking his head, limping towards the body at the other side of the room, now laying limp on the floor, John looked at the man, noticing a small piece of silver laying on the floor, which had clearly fallen out of the man's pocket. John smiled slightly, picking up the small object and inspecting it before he quickly pocketed it in the shorts he was wearing, luckily they had some secure pockets, big enough to hide the small lighter.

"What is going on here?" Another voice filled the room, causing Pyro to stand up and turn around quickly as he was still crouched down on the floor. He smirked at the man looking in shock before he summoned a small fire raging on the other side of the room, Pyro had subconsciously burned one of the chairs, making sure the fire would stay around so he had some sort of supply.

The man slowly walked in the room, keeping his eyes fixated on Pyro who stood in the middle of the room with a small fireball in the palm of his hand. But before he could do something, or even try to react, John felt a sharp pain at the top of his head. The fire in his hand extinguished as he fell on his knees and then continued to fall until his body hit the cemented floor.

"Nothing we can't handle." The Activist that had been unconscious a few minutes ago had clearly woken up by the voice of the older man and had sneaked up on John, hitting him on the head before he could hurt another innocent man. The two conscious men looked at Pyro before the younger man kicked the mutant in the ribs again and walked out of the room.

"That went well, we were supposed to film him while he was being tortured by us. Not the other way around." The older Activist shook his head and looked at the members sitting in front of him. Some of them were holding icepacks against their heads, groaning as their leader raised his voice slightly.

"At least we got it on film.." One of the younger ones answered, he was one of the few that had been smart enough to stay in the operation room where they controlled the camera instead of rushing in the room when Pyro had attacked them all. "We can still send it Magneto."

"And let him see how weak we really are?" One of the members with an icepack against his head asked, "No thank you, we would only make a complete fool out of ourselves."

"Did you see how easy we made Pyro stop? Just a small knock on the head and he was down. It shows how weak he is and besides, the fireballs weren't even his usual strength, he can do much stronger so be glad he was already weakened or you would've been dead for certain!" The older man said, sitting at the head of the table, "I say we send it to Magneto as soon as we can. I don't care how you get it to him, as long as he gets it."

With that being said, the older man shoved his chair backwards and stood up, walking out of the room and leaving the, somewhat younger, members alone to recover from the unexpected attack on their lives.

"He is right you know..." One of the members said, readjusting the ice pack against the burn wound on his arm while he looked around at his fellow Activist friends.

"Oh shut up!"

Magneto smiled slightly as he saw Pyro retaliate against the Activists. He shook his head, how stupid that man must've been to smoke when Pyro was in the room. Seeing the surprised faces of the enemy, Magneto felt pleased, happy to know that Pyro still had his element of surprise. The thing that worried Magneto the most is how Pyro was already panting from exhaustion after only briefly hurting the enemy, he was growing weaker and weaker by the minute, he looked dead on his feet, literally.

The dried up blood and the dirt that covered his pale skin was enough to worry anyone. The older man sighed as the camera was turned off just after Pyro's body fell on the floor, partly from exhaustion and partly because of the unexpected hit on the back of his head. Magneto sighed and shook his head, starting to get worried about the young boy's condition as he turned off the television, not wanting to watch it again.

"What are we going to do? We can't leave him there in that condition! He'll die for sure if we do!" Mystique's voice interrupted the pregnant silence that hung in the air. Magneto silenced her by raising his hand a little.

"For now, all we can do is try to find out where the room is located by the colour of the walls and the looks of it. Ask Callisto to try and detect any unusual mutant activities all around the world, that's the least we can do..for now."

Mystique nodded, sadness was clearly visible in her eyes as she bowed slightly before Magneto and walked out of the room, worrying about Pyro herself with the mental image of his recent condition going through her mind. She just hoped that, if they would eventually find him and get him out of there, that he would survive, at least long enough for him to see Rogue one last time. If they would ever find her again too.

Becoming who we are