Hiya everyone! Sorry its been so long, honestly I didn't plan to update this story until X-mas 2 is completed, but I'm working on that at the moment, then in gunna do X-men: the next evolution, and then Flowerbed, lol I have too many fics going on at once. This one will probably wrap in about 2 chapters time, I only have two other characters planned after this, possibly three, but the third will be VERY short.
Anyway I'm really sorry but this also is a very short chapter.

Chapter 14- Like a flame to a Candle.

His head was hung low allowing his hair to dangle around his face, greasy and matted; his eyes were crestfallen, swollen, red and watery. His hands visible shook as he covered his face with them.

"Are you alright comrade?" A heavily Russian accented man asked from the seat to the left of him.

"…"however he gave no reply, onlyletting out a muffled sob.The Russian man looked at his orange haired friend with curiously.

"Comrade haff you been drinking?"

"No, ya wouldn't understand petey me mate." Pyro let out a dejected sigh and looked up; his teary eyes had a look of longing in them.

"Try me."

"Its me Sheila, Oi miss her so much mate. She was the best one oi ever got."

"Girl troubles." Poitr nodded his head amusedly.

"Gawd oi miss 'er…" He looked on dreamily as memories flooded his mind

"well do not worry comrade, I'm sure it vill work out, da?" The heavy set Russian man stood up to leave.

"She was so beautiful…" Pyro continued to mumble in a trance like state.

"I must be off, I vill see you round, and do not vorry, das ve danya.(sp?)" At the Poitr turned and left, it seemed to shake Pyro awake a little.

"Oh yeah, see ya later mate." Pyro once again bowed his head, sulking. "Oi'm so bored, oi wish me Sheila was 'ere, Why'd e' 'aff ta take 'er away?."

His eyes surveyed the room for some sort of entertainment to stop him from moping, they settled upon a rectangle shaped object. He leant over the coffee table and grabbed it from a nearby stand.

"Success, 'ello mate, long time, no see." He picked up the television remote controller and ginned, his mood instantly lightening. He pointed it at the large plasma screen in front of him, and relaxed back in his seat.

"Hello, and good evening, I'm Melanie Homes, reporting to you live from The Florida Everglades, where recently a wild fire has ruthlessly torn through the woodland area. Fire-fighters are struggling to contain this as the wind continues to blow the fire south-wards. This could possibly endanger the hundreds of people and their homes that are in its direct path. This may well turn out to be, one of the most catastrophic bushfires to have struck Florida in the past 20 years." Pyro's eyes lit up at the news broadcast. His gaze never blinkered as he watched the flames claim tree after tree, He was mesmerised by the sight, his mouth slightly watered as he continuously gazed at the TV.

The moment the broadcast ended, Pyro sat up straight in his seat. 'Oi need a cigr'ette.'

He walked outside onto the porch; it was quiet out, well all except the shouts and cheers of people playing baseball in the distance.

"Noisy buggers." Pyro groaned.

He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes, he lightly tapped the packet and one of the white sticks came out. He took it and placed the pack back into his coat. He rolled the stick in his fingers for a moment, admiring the texture, then placed the tip into his mouth. His hand drifted down to his jeans pocket, in search of something, however he felt nothing but his leg.

He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and roughly threw it away from him. He remembered now why he was sulking in the first place.

"Me Sheila, she was me best lighter I ever 'ad." His eyes looked downcast, and he once more took on his broody demeanour.

'Gawd dammit, If only oi hadn't set the curtains on fire.'

Well I hope you all enjoyed that, took me ages to write, purely because I got no idea on his character. Oh well, I shall update again soonish. Will be finishing X-mas 2 first. So see ya'll around.

Toodles.