This is set two years after X2. Feedback is welcomed, flamers… well I'll set Pyro on you and then we will see who's flaming who! Other than that please sit back and enjoy what I'm affectionately call X3 but that's probably copyrighted (and so is everything else in this fic. The characters belong to Stan Lee ect, and I just own the idea k? Alright then!) And so please enjoy Fallen Flame

* - Flashback

"" – Speech

'' – thoughts

What exactly is it that determines the differences between Mutants and the rest of man kind? Most believe it to be the X Gene, one gene that allows Mutants to have extraordinary gifts. But what does this gene do exactly, if everyone's gift can be different from the one before. Some theories are that this X Gene allows a higher percentage of the brain to be used. How this percentage is used varies between different mutants, yet it can be similar between them as well. Human evolution leaves many questions to go unanswered, and many more to go unasked. Yet it is not always a question of the differences between humans and mutants but more the differences between mutants themselves. Why is it that some who have been harmed and shunned for all their lives can forgive and help to save mankind yet others who does not know the term of pain can believe in human superiority. These are questions that have been asked and perhaps in time they can be answered.

*Magneto: What's your name?
Pyro: John.
Magneto: What's your real name?
Pyro: Pyro.*

*Pyro: You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news -- I'm the worst one.*

*Magneto: You are a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you different.*

A young man of about 19 was leaning against a wall outside. In front of him was what one could describe as a battle field. Good guys were fighting the bad – not that you could honestly tell the difference most of the time, but then to most humans the mutants were always the bad guys. Shouting could be heard from all directions, with ice, energy balls, among other things, were too being flung about like children's toys. Yet the man just stood there, didn't offer to help either side. He wanted to see who was winning before he would intervene… or rather blow something up to gain attention.

And that was when he saw it… or rather saw her. A girl, no older than about 16, was in the middle of the battle field. She was obviously fighting on the side of the good guys, he could tell just by looking at her uniform. But that wasn't what he noticed, instead it was the flame that was quickly spreading across her entire body. No harm was coming to the girl, but then he already knew the girl and knew she would be ok as that was her mutation. And that mutation was something that he himself wanted so badly he could almost taste it – a chance to create the flame, make it become apart of his entire being. Just looking at the her become a human torch if you will was making him hungry for the flame. At one time he would have tried to find a way to take it from her, but now there was something that he wanted even more then he ever wanted the flame if that was possible.

Almost suddenly the young girl flamed down and looked in his direction as if she could sense. He didn't doubt that she could, they had a connection that at one point he swore he could almost hear her thoughts, but once she knew the truth, she blocked the connection as best she could. When she finally spotted him, she frowned at him. He couldn't make it better, and perhaps it was better that he just didn't fight. If she wanted space he would give it too her, but never again could he be the good guy – too much had happened to save his soul. So Pyro gave one final glance at his little wildfire before he left. What he didn't notice was that the girl watched him go…

*Pyro* That was an incredibly short part you know... and if I wanted the chic then I would have gone for her! I'm Pyro for gods sake!

*Amyro* Well this is 2 years in the future, maybe you've changed! And I'm the author so go with it!

*Pyro* Fine but I don't like it, not one bit!

*Amyro* Yea... well just think in later chapters you might be getting some... and as a teenage boy you might appreciate that!

*Pyro grins and shuts up*

*Bobby* Do I appear soon?*

*Amyro* Shhh and let me get onto the next part!