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Summary: Just like the last chapter: John's thoughts, John's POV, and more! (X2 spoilers)
Fiery Thoughts
(John's thoughts, while in his room trying to sleep)
I finally figured out why it always bothered me that I can't create fire, and the thing is it's not me, it's Pyro. Oh god, If my mutation ever was to evolve who knows what Pyro would do...could he be stopped and at what cost would that do to me? Could he be stopped before he burns everyone, and everything in site?
I have to stop him, but that would me I would have to stop myself...well that part of me. God damn, why is my life so fucking complicated!
I could ask the Professor for help, but everyone already thinks I'm a freak...maybe I am a freak! I'm a freak and psycho with godly powers all rolled up into one! One part of me is a freak and a psycho and the other part of me is sane (sort of) and to some extent still a freak. No wonder no one understands me...I didn't even understand "myself" until now, and I wish I hadn't!
My life is a curse; maybe I should end it now...no one would miss me anyway! But no matter how fucked up my life is...I want to see what the future holds for me, and most of all, not with Pyro taunting my mind, my thoughts, and worst of all...my "gift".
I'm not accepted by humans or mutants, and I'm not even accepted by myself! I'm sure Pyro would love to get rid of me...he thinks I'm weak, and in the way of him becoming a true pyromaniac, but I can't let that happen...I WON'T!!!!
(John hears screams through out the mansion)
What the??? (John grabs his lighter from the desk and runs out the door)
*****
Logan, Bobby, Rogue and I escape the soldiers and borrow Scott's car.
Oh man, do I hate silence, especially uncomfortable ones! The only reason I attempted to turn on the CD player in Scott's car was to stop thinking about my situation, along with what the hell occurred back at the mansion.
During the whole ride to Bobby's house I was in my own little world thinking about my personal problems. Oh man, I was itching to blurt it out right then and there, but the whole situation itself was complicated enough...they didn't need my problems to make things even more difficult, so I kept my mouth shut, and I didn't say a word.
So finally we arrived to our destination. Bobby's house was a perfect typical family home. While flicking my lighter Bobby told me not to burn anything...I seriously wanted to burn the whole fucking house down...yes *me* not Pyro, but only because of my past. It had nothing to do with Bobby or his family at all. I don't like to think about my past so I try not to, but while I was in his house starring at those "happy family" pictures...my past was the only thing on my mind pushing back all the other shit I had to deal with.
*****
My past is something I don't brag about, nor tell anyone! I didn't have two loving parents like Bobby. My mom didn't care about me and my dad...my dad was a dick that would get drunk and hit me...I couldn't take that shit anymore so I left without looking back! When ever I found shelter that's where I would stay, but no kid should have to go through that. One day I was on the move again to find somewhere else to stay. I was freezing my ass off on this cold night. Why on this night did I choose to be on the move? Little did I know that this night would alter my life in an unimaginable way. I came across an alleyway and I smelled smoke. I walked down the alley to find out where the smell was coming from. The smoke came from a little trashcan fire. Besides my ass, my whole body was freezing! The small fire helped but it wasn't enough. I put my cold hands near it hoping so much that the fire would grow...and before my very own eyes it did! Then I wished it bigger and the same result occurred. That's when I realized I was controlling the flames. I stretched my hand out and I made some of the fire rest on the palm of my hand. This feeling was unbelievable. My whole body was warm again, and I felt like I was reborn!
The next day I came across a crowed street. I was about to pick pocket a wallet when I hear ~ how would you like to have a place to stay for as long as you want, food, an education, and help with your gift? ~ As I glanced the area to see who was "talking" to me...I turned around and there he was...a bald man in a wheel chair smiling at me....I don't know why, but I felt safe with him and I left with him. I had to find out how he knew about my "gift" and why I have this "gift". He had offered me things that I only dreamed of, but most of all a secure home I could actually call my own.
*****
When Bobby's parents came home he decided to tell them that he was a mutant. They said that they still loved him, but who knows if they meant it. His mom then says "Have you tried not being a mutant?" What the fuck kind of question is that! Anyway if I had the choice I would stay as I am but without Pyro of course. I mean, what is so great about being like everyone else?
I know Rogue would love to get rid of her mutation but maybe one day she can control it. I hope so for her sake. God knows I would love to control the pyromaniac inside of me, for everyone's sake.
*****
Bobby's dad asks "So what exactly are you a professor of Mr. Logan?" Logan replied "Art". Ha! I doubt Logan can even draw a stick figure, but if slicing men was considered art then maybe Logan has some artistic talent...maybe Logan should consider it...hell no!
After Bobby froze the tea in the mug, Ronnie stormed up to his room. I wonder Ronnie is thinking. I'm sure he's jealous or even worse he has the same opinions of mutants as every other human. Little did we know he would do something so fucking unnecessary!
*****
Yes, mutants can be dangerous, but it's not like we can change who we are...maybe I won't ever be able to get rid of Pyro, maybe he is just supposed to be a part of me, but I have to get rid of the psycho part of him...but what if the psycho part is me? Oh great! There's another possible predicament. This situation of mine isn't getting any better; but of course it doesn't...I'm fucking Saint John Allerdyce for crying out loud!
*****
After Logan answers the "phone" he tells us that we have to leave now. After we open the door and step onto the porch, a cop yells "put your hands up and drop the knives!" (Referring to Logan's claws)
A/N: Poor John...his situation isn't getting any better.
I feed off reviews, so just click the button to review, and I'll try to update ASAP!
Thanks for all the kind reviews, they help a lot!!!
Summary: Just like the last chapter: John's thoughts, John's POV, and more! (X2 spoilers)
Fiery Thoughts
(John's thoughts, while in his room trying to sleep)
I finally figured out why it always bothered me that I can't create fire, and the thing is it's not me, it's Pyro. Oh god, If my mutation ever was to evolve who knows what Pyro would do...could he be stopped and at what cost would that do to me? Could he be stopped before he burns everyone, and everything in site?
I have to stop him, but that would me I would have to stop myself...well that part of me. God damn, why is my life so fucking complicated!
I could ask the Professor for help, but everyone already thinks I'm a freak...maybe I am a freak! I'm a freak and psycho with godly powers all rolled up into one! One part of me is a freak and a psycho and the other part of me is sane (sort of) and to some extent still a freak. No wonder no one understands me...I didn't even understand "myself" until now, and I wish I hadn't!
My life is a curse; maybe I should end it now...no one would miss me anyway! But no matter how fucked up my life is...I want to see what the future holds for me, and most of all, not with Pyro taunting my mind, my thoughts, and worst of all...my "gift".
I'm not accepted by humans or mutants, and I'm not even accepted by myself! I'm sure Pyro would love to get rid of me...he thinks I'm weak, and in the way of him becoming a true pyromaniac, but I can't let that happen...I WON'T!!!!
(John hears screams through out the mansion)
What the??? (John grabs his lighter from the desk and runs out the door)
*****
Logan, Bobby, Rogue and I escape the soldiers and borrow Scott's car.
Oh man, do I hate silence, especially uncomfortable ones! The only reason I attempted to turn on the CD player in Scott's car was to stop thinking about my situation, along with what the hell occurred back at the mansion.
During the whole ride to Bobby's house I was in my own little world thinking about my personal problems. Oh man, I was itching to blurt it out right then and there, but the whole situation itself was complicated enough...they didn't need my problems to make things even more difficult, so I kept my mouth shut, and I didn't say a word.
So finally we arrived to our destination. Bobby's house was a perfect typical family home. While flicking my lighter Bobby told me not to burn anything...I seriously wanted to burn the whole fucking house down...yes *me* not Pyro, but only because of my past. It had nothing to do with Bobby or his family at all. I don't like to think about my past so I try not to, but while I was in his house starring at those "happy family" pictures...my past was the only thing on my mind pushing back all the other shit I had to deal with.
*****
My past is something I don't brag about, nor tell anyone! I didn't have two loving parents like Bobby. My mom didn't care about me and my dad...my dad was a dick that would get drunk and hit me...I couldn't take that shit anymore so I left without looking back! When ever I found shelter that's where I would stay, but no kid should have to go through that. One day I was on the move again to find somewhere else to stay. I was freezing my ass off on this cold night. Why on this night did I choose to be on the move? Little did I know that this night would alter my life in an unimaginable way. I came across an alleyway and I smelled smoke. I walked down the alley to find out where the smell was coming from. The smoke came from a little trashcan fire. Besides my ass, my whole body was freezing! The small fire helped but it wasn't enough. I put my cold hands near it hoping so much that the fire would grow...and before my very own eyes it did! Then I wished it bigger and the same result occurred. That's when I realized I was controlling the flames. I stretched my hand out and I made some of the fire rest on the palm of my hand. This feeling was unbelievable. My whole body was warm again, and I felt like I was reborn!
The next day I came across a crowed street. I was about to pick pocket a wallet when I hear ~ how would you like to have a place to stay for as long as you want, food, an education, and help with your gift? ~ As I glanced the area to see who was "talking" to me...I turned around and there he was...a bald man in a wheel chair smiling at me....I don't know why, but I felt safe with him and I left with him. I had to find out how he knew about my "gift" and why I have this "gift". He had offered me things that I only dreamed of, but most of all a secure home I could actually call my own.
*****
When Bobby's parents came home he decided to tell them that he was a mutant. They said that they still loved him, but who knows if they meant it. His mom then says "Have you tried not being a mutant?" What the fuck kind of question is that! Anyway if I had the choice I would stay as I am but without Pyro of course. I mean, what is so great about being like everyone else?
I know Rogue would love to get rid of her mutation but maybe one day she can control it. I hope so for her sake. God knows I would love to control the pyromaniac inside of me, for everyone's sake.
*****
Bobby's dad asks "So what exactly are you a professor of Mr. Logan?" Logan replied "Art". Ha! I doubt Logan can even draw a stick figure, but if slicing men was considered art then maybe Logan has some artistic talent...maybe Logan should consider it...hell no!
After Bobby froze the tea in the mug, Ronnie stormed up to his room. I wonder Ronnie is thinking. I'm sure he's jealous or even worse he has the same opinions of mutants as every other human. Little did we know he would do something so fucking unnecessary!
*****
Yes, mutants can be dangerous, but it's not like we can change who we are...maybe I won't ever be able to get rid of Pyro, maybe he is just supposed to be a part of me, but I have to get rid of the psycho part of him...but what if the psycho part is me? Oh great! There's another possible predicament. This situation of mine isn't getting any better; but of course it doesn't...I'm fucking Saint John Allerdyce for crying out loud!
*****
After Logan answers the "phone" he tells us that we have to leave now. After we open the door and step onto the porch, a cop yells "put your hands up and drop the knives!" (Referring to Logan's claws)
A/N: Poor John...his situation isn't getting any better.
I feed off reviews, so just click the button to review, and I'll try to update ASAP!