For You Only: a hero's return Chapter 12: Nothingness, a x-men: evolution fanfic

Later on that day, Pyro was still having some trouble with his decision. Now that he was with the X-Men what would happen if Magneto did come back? Now the thought was even more unbearable than before. He couldn't take it.

He went outside that night just to get his thoughts straight. But Magneto's face seemed to be in every shadow. Pyro laid down in the cool, soft grass, smelling the sweet fragrant smell of it and closed his eyes. He hadn't realized how tired he was. He took in a deep breath and let it out.

But the thoughts of Magneto soon came rushing back to him. Pyro's an X-Man now. What will Magneto do? What he finds out? What he never died? What if he comes back? What if he's mad?

The thoughts swarmed around Pyro's head like an army of angry bees. Pyro sat upright and shook himself mentally. He couldn't join the X-Men, what was he thinking?

"Pyro," A deep voice cried out from behind a tree.

"Huh?" Pyro breathed, looking around.

"Pyro," It said again. Almost moaned.

Pyro looked around in perplexity. Almost surprised by his own lack of fear, he pushed the low branches of the tree aside revealing a small spot in between the outer wall and the pine/fur trees (I have no idea what they are :P).

"Pyro."

Pyro whipped his head around only to see the very face that haunted his thoughts.

Magneto.

Magneto looked different though, not what Pyro expected a dead guy to look like. His pale skin seemed to give off a weird glow in the moonlight. His eyes were clouded over and gray, not their usual intense green. But his suit was what really had changed. It had all these weird bright green markings on them, like in another language. Though his armor seemed to be aging and cracking, the markings looked brand-new.

Pyro starred up at him in astonishment, "M…magneto?" He gasped, "But…but youh're….dead."

"Pyro,'" His voice was grading, full of dirt, "I have heard many a disturbing things about you Pyro."

Pyro couldn't take his eyes away from him.

"'You betray me? Why Pyro? Why?"

"No, no Ah'd never!" Pyro stuttered.

"Don't lie to me!" He exclaimed.

Pyro fell back onto the ground, "Magneto, please!"

Magneto took a step forward, "You joined the X-Men, didn't you? After all I did. I gave you a home. I gave you life. After what happened in Sydney you still betray me?!" He exclaimed. Pyro opened his mouth to protest but Magneto wouldn't let it, "How dare you. I accepted you Pyro. After you killed those people. Your own…"

"SHUT UP!" He screamed, "It was a fucking accident!"

Magneto lowered his voice, "It doesn't matter Pyro. They'll find out. They'll realize what you did and they'll never accept you. No one can stay silent forever."

Pyro starred at him as he realized he was right.

Like a flash of lightning all the memories came screaming back to him. He saw it all happen right there in front of his eyes. The flames, his parents. He couldn't take it…

-flashback-

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

A young sat quietly in the corner of the kitchen watching his mother bake a bread and his father reading the paper on the table. Pyro looked around, trying to find something to entertain him. He watched slowly as his mother clicked a button a small fire poofed up on top of the stove.

Pyro couldn't take his eyes away from it.

Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show they never go away
Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played

All his life he had fascinated b fire. He loved watching it spark and crackle to life. He loved watching it dance widely around, creating a hint of blue cresting the top.

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)
(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)
(If I could take all the shame to the grave I would)

The fire moved around inside his mind as if connected to the fire on the stove. Suddenly, Pyro felt a sharp pain shoot off inside his mind. His eyes moved with the fire, his heartbeat seemed to move with the fire. He couldn't take his eyes away from it.

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)
(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)
(I would take all my shame to the grave)

He couldn't take the pain anymore. He darted his eyes up to the ceiling and fire followed. His mother screamed and his father whipped his head around. Pyro didn't know what was happening, he closed his eyes tight but the fire just grew bigger and exploded with sound, causing part of the ceiling to fall to the ground right next the Pyro.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back
And never moving forward so there'd never be a past

"John! His mother cried out, but the ceiling was blocking his way to her, trapping him by the counter. His father jumped to his feet and ran to the phone but the fire expanded to the floor and erupted around the room. Pyro's sister, Ivy, only 6 years old, ran upstairs to see what was going on but she didn't get far.

The fire began to spread to the stairs where Ivy was. She was frozen with fear. She couldn't move. Pyro watched in horror as his mother and father where slowly devoured by the flames.

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)
(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)
(I would take all my shame to the grave)

The stairway collapsed beneath Ivy's feet, sending her falling to the hard ground below her. The staircase pinned her to ground as the fire grew wider and wider.

Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
It's so much simpler than change

Soon enough, Pyro heard the sound of a fire-truck zooming up to the house. The fire had melted the debris around Pyro and he ran. He ran out of the house, over the fence and into the forest. By the time the fire had been cleared, John was miles away.

It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something more
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone

He didn't stop running until he reached the shoreline of the Pacific Ocean. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. He looked back towards the woods. He could never go back there. But where was he supposed to go? The images of his parents' skin burning in the flames haunted his mind and his dreams.

It's easier to run
(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(Retrace every wrong move that I made)
It's easier to go

Darkness slowly created a wall between him and world, as he knew it, until he could see nothing but shadows. A tall figure stood silently, daring him to wake. But he couldn't open his eyes. The figure face was hidden behind a dark purple helmet-like mask. His dark cape blowing freely into the darkness behind him until there was only that.

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(Retrace every wrong move that I made I would)
(If I could stand up and take the blame I would)
(I would take all my shame to the grave)

Nothingness.

-end flashback-

Pyro shook his head slowly and dashed out from in the trees. He ran far into the darkness behind the Institute until he couldn't see anymore. He tripped over roots and ditches, never slowing down until he came to a light. The light was shinning over a door that led back into the Institute. The light was flickering on and off, it obviously hadn't been changed in a while.

But Pyro kept running until something hard stopped him in his tracks. It knocked the breath out of him and he fell to ground. But he couldn't get back up. He could barely breathe; his heart was throbbing so fast. His legs were screaming at him, they almost felt numb.

"John?" Something said, "John is that you? John!"

As his eyes became adjusted to the darkness he saw Tabitha leaning over him.

"John? What's going on? Are you okay?" She breathed.

But Pyro just lay there, still trying to catch his breath.

He slowly lifted his head up, "T…tabby?" He panted.

"John, what's going on?"

He turned to his side and used his arms to prop himself up, his chest moving very quickly.

"John, are you okay?" She asked quietly.

"Tabby, I…he's back." He responded in the same tone, trying his best to sit upright.

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Who's back?"

Pyro took in a deep breath, "Magneto. I told you. He's back. I saw him." His thoughts were all jumbled up; he didn't know what to say.

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know. But…he made me see it again."

"See what?" She asked patiently.

Pyro couldn't handle it. He remembered everything.

"The police identified two bodies, Ivy was never found, nor was I."

"What?"

"They never found her. Or me."

"Pyro, what are you…"

"Don't ever call me that!" He screamed at her.

Tabitha starred at him. What was he talking about?

"It wasn't my fault." He but his lip hard but a tear streamed down his face. "I didn't do it."

Pyro couldn't support himself any more. He fell back to the ground but Tabitha caught him. She had never seen him like this. What did he see that did this to him? What was he talking about?

Tabitha, held Pyro close to her, "John, it's okay." She said softly.

He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, "It wasn't my fault."

"John, what happened?'

They'll find out. They'll realize what you did and they'll never accept you.

Magento words still wandered though out Pyro's mind.

"Tabitha," He said.

No one can stay silent forever.

"I have to tell you something."

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The drama. Bum bum BUM!!!! (cough) Sorry. Told'ya it'd be a long chapter. But you don't mind now do you? And yes, nothingness IS a word. Anyhoo, the song it used was Easier To Run…by Linkin Park. Very VERY good song/band/everything! XD Please review!