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afternoon!!)
(An: Ok, I present to you, PYRO'S NIGHT ON THE TOWN!!! Or what really happened to Pyro in chap. 14 or whatever!!! I was just gonna do this as another fic, but it's funnier to put this here!!! Don't you just LOVE exclamation points??? W00t!!! =D (Yeah, see I'm really jacked up on caffeine and all yakity-smakity!!! Sorry if this chap. doesn't make sense! But then, Pyro makes no sense either!! So that's OK then!!!) Yup, I'm nuts, aren't I? That's ok then! This is my fav chappy, for reasons unknown!)
FLASHBACK SEQUENCE IN 3
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=FLASHBACK=
Remember (And you should, it was only a chapter ago) when I said Pyro really did snap? Well, I didn't mention the fact that Pyro (For he really was Pyro now, what with the fire-in-his-line-of-sight and everything. The question is, is Pyro Pyro, or is John the true Pyro? Of course that means that John is insane, like Pyro, and before I go off on a tangent, here's the actual story!!) had escaped the X-men's clutches and ran and ran and ran (And I ra-a-an, I ran so far away!!) towards the fire, all the while changing into his Pyro costume. (Which re-eally was not a pleasant sight, and as he ran the way half naked, and not the shirtless kind, he got the police set upon him. But that's for later.) Anyway, when he arrived at the fire, it was blazing out of control, and the firemen were just concentrating on getting out of there with their pubic hair intact. (Think "Ahhhh!! Oh-my-god my beep's on fire!!")
"RELAX GUYS!! I'LL SAVE YOU!!!" After sending the blaze into "oh no, there's no hope!!" status, he jubilantly shouted, "NOTTTT!!!" For you see, the REAL Pyro, the sane, thinking sanely Pyro (If there ever was such a thing) was buried, deeeep inside his brain (Once again, if there ever WAS such a thing) and was the only part of him protesting this. Now, if he were Rogue (And if he WERE Rogue, jeez, how lezzy would that seem? And if he were Rogue that would mean Rogue would be Pyro. Hmm. I smell a story... A twisted, yet very funny story) then all the other psyche's (Remember, he's Rogue. Eeeww.) he'd absorbed would be railing him about this, saying it's morally wrong, blah, blah, blah. But he's NOT Rogue, so that's that. (Thank you!!!) Anyway, (I'll try not to go on any more tangents, shall I?) Pyro was laughing, maniacly, of course, and shouting about how great he was, blah, blah, blah, business as usual, when the police showed up. Finally. You'd think they'd have no problem finding a fire that was, oh, for the sake of speculation, let's say, 1000 STORIES TALL!!!
So anyway, the police showed up, and stayed in their little cars for a few minutes, watching Pyro destroy the city.
=MEANWHILE, AT THE DANCE=
Rogue looked out the window.
"Should we go stop him?"
"Nope. Not our problem."
=BACK TO PYRO=
After a heated discussion of who should be a hero and stop the crazy blighter, a very fat cop, known only as "Hey you, with the donut", was shoved out of his car and told to deal with him. After a heated protest of "Me?!?!", he pulled up his volumenous uniform, and headed towards the heart of the blaze. Now as you may have guessed, poor Mr. "Hey you, with the donut", was not very smart. He stepped directly toward Pyro, and tapped him on the shoulder. But Pyro was busy, too busy to deal with some cop who was the scapegoat and not important enough to this story to have an actual name. So he just sent a little flame-kitty to destroy him, while Pyro worked on destroying the city at large. Mr. "Hey you, with the donut" never had a chance. (Oooh. Not pretty. .:shudders:.)
"Mr, could ya please stop destroying our town?", asked a little girl at Pyro's side. Now, if I were a, let's say, normal person, I would have Pyro's heart melt, and him listen to the little girl, and everything would be OK! BUT, I'm NOT a normal person, so this is what REALLY happened: Pyro laughed maniacly and engulfed the little girl in flames. (.:sniffs:. Pyro is a sicko. Sad but true. Also not pretty.)
So Pyro continued to destroy the town. He probably would've destroyed the whole town in this fashion, if it weren't for the fact that a particularly bangin' "sheila" tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey you!!! Would ya, like, totally quit it? That's my gang's place!! We can't afford anywhere else!!" She indicated other particularly bangin' sheilas, who were standing behind her.
Now Pyro was never one to refuse a sheila.
=DAWN THE NEXT DAY=
Pyro woke up with one helluva hangover inside the building he'd trashed. He'd stopped destroying the city for a promised "discount" on an orgy with the bangin' sheilas. (Even if he hadn't stopped, the city probably would've been fine the next day anyway. You know how it is on evo. Nothing stays trashed for more than a half-hour.)
"Owww. All that.." He smiled, remembering the night before. "Ahh... Hey, where's my wallet?" He rolled over in bed, to see a warm, and surprisingly hard, lump beside him. He grinned, and poked it, hoping it was one of the sheilas he'd met last night. The figure groaned, and a flat head appeared out of it. A particularly familiar metal-covered hand poked him back.
"I have some explaining to do, don't I?", asked a Russian accented voice. (Don't kill me!! I'm not making him gay!! It was a foursome. Need I say more?)
(Yup, so that's Pyro's night on the town. Anyway, he had to hitchhike his way home, if you were wondering.)
(An: Ok, I present to you, PYRO'S NIGHT ON THE TOWN!!! Or what really happened to Pyro in chap. 14 or whatever!!! I was just gonna do this as another fic, but it's funnier to put this here!!! Don't you just LOVE exclamation points??? W00t!!! =D (Yeah, see I'm really jacked up on caffeine and all yakity-smakity!!! Sorry if this chap. doesn't make sense! But then, Pyro makes no sense either!! So that's OK then!!!) Yup, I'm nuts, aren't I? That's ok then! This is my fav chappy, for reasons unknown!)
FLASHBACK SEQUENCE IN 3
2
1
=FLASHBACK=
Remember (And you should, it was only a chapter ago) when I said Pyro really did snap? Well, I didn't mention the fact that Pyro (For he really was Pyro now, what with the fire-in-his-line-of-sight and everything. The question is, is Pyro Pyro, or is John the true Pyro? Of course that means that John is insane, like Pyro, and before I go off on a tangent, here's the actual story!!) had escaped the X-men's clutches and ran and ran and ran (And I ra-a-an, I ran so far away!!) towards the fire, all the while changing into his Pyro costume. (Which re-eally was not a pleasant sight, and as he ran the way half naked, and not the shirtless kind, he got the police set upon him. But that's for later.) Anyway, when he arrived at the fire, it was blazing out of control, and the firemen were just concentrating on getting out of there with their pubic hair intact. (Think "Ahhhh!! Oh-my-god my beep's on fire!!")
"RELAX GUYS!! I'LL SAVE YOU!!!" After sending the blaze into "oh no, there's no hope!!" status, he jubilantly shouted, "NOTTTT!!!" For you see, the REAL Pyro, the sane, thinking sanely Pyro (If there ever was such a thing) was buried, deeeep inside his brain (Once again, if there ever WAS such a thing) and was the only part of him protesting this. Now, if he were Rogue (And if he WERE Rogue, jeez, how lezzy would that seem? And if he were Rogue that would mean Rogue would be Pyro. Hmm. I smell a story... A twisted, yet very funny story) then all the other psyche's (Remember, he's Rogue. Eeeww.) he'd absorbed would be railing him about this, saying it's morally wrong, blah, blah, blah. But he's NOT Rogue, so that's that. (Thank you!!!) Anyway, (I'll try not to go on any more tangents, shall I?) Pyro was laughing, maniacly, of course, and shouting about how great he was, blah, blah, blah, business as usual, when the police showed up. Finally. You'd think they'd have no problem finding a fire that was, oh, for the sake of speculation, let's say, 1000 STORIES TALL!!!
So anyway, the police showed up, and stayed in their little cars for a few minutes, watching Pyro destroy the city.
=MEANWHILE, AT THE DANCE=
Rogue looked out the window.
"Should we go stop him?"
"Nope. Not our problem."
=BACK TO PYRO=
After a heated discussion of who should be a hero and stop the crazy blighter, a very fat cop, known only as "Hey you, with the donut", was shoved out of his car and told to deal with him. After a heated protest of "Me?!?!", he pulled up his volumenous uniform, and headed towards the heart of the blaze. Now as you may have guessed, poor Mr. "Hey you, with the donut", was not very smart. He stepped directly toward Pyro, and tapped him on the shoulder. But Pyro was busy, too busy to deal with some cop who was the scapegoat and not important enough to this story to have an actual name. So he just sent a little flame-kitty to destroy him, while Pyro worked on destroying the city at large. Mr. "Hey you, with the donut" never had a chance. (Oooh. Not pretty. .:shudders:.)
"Mr, could ya please stop destroying our town?", asked a little girl at Pyro's side. Now, if I were a, let's say, normal person, I would have Pyro's heart melt, and him listen to the little girl, and everything would be OK! BUT, I'm NOT a normal person, so this is what REALLY happened: Pyro laughed maniacly and engulfed the little girl in flames. (.:sniffs:. Pyro is a sicko. Sad but true. Also not pretty.)
So Pyro continued to destroy the town. He probably would've destroyed the whole town in this fashion, if it weren't for the fact that a particularly bangin' "sheila" tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey you!!! Would ya, like, totally quit it? That's my gang's place!! We can't afford anywhere else!!" She indicated other particularly bangin' sheilas, who were standing behind her.
Now Pyro was never one to refuse a sheila.
=DAWN THE NEXT DAY=
Pyro woke up with one helluva hangover inside the building he'd trashed. He'd stopped destroying the city for a promised "discount" on an orgy with the bangin' sheilas. (Even if he hadn't stopped, the city probably would've been fine the next day anyway. You know how it is on evo. Nothing stays trashed for more than a half-hour.)
"Owww. All that.." He smiled, remembering the night before. "Ahh... Hey, where's my wallet?" He rolled over in bed, to see a warm, and surprisingly hard, lump beside him. He grinned, and poked it, hoping it was one of the sheilas he'd met last night. The figure groaned, and a flat head appeared out of it. A particularly familiar metal-covered hand poked him back.
"I have some explaining to do, don't I?", asked a Russian accented voice. (Don't kill me!! I'm not making him gay!! It was a foursome. Need I say more?)
(Yup, so that's Pyro's night on the town. Anyway, he had to hitchhike his way home, if you were wondering.)