A/N: This is my new story, Anger. It's basically a series of memories leading up to when John goes with Magneto. There is slash and I want to emphasize the John/Bobby relationship throughout it all. Some of these chapters will be short and some longer. Any flames about slash will be ignored. Thanks. Please read and review.
Rating: I'm trying to keep it PG13.
Pairings: Main- Bobby/John. There is also Bobby/Rogue, and small hints of Ryro.
:prologue:
Anger. His anger fueled his power and all his thoughts. His anger controlled him, although he believed he had control. He was angry. He was mad at the world. He was mad at him…
St. John Allerdyce stared at the wall. The wall was white. Just plain white. There was nothing special about it. It was the plainest wall in the world. He stared at it, in thought. Magneto brought him here just a few hours ago. It was just hours ago when he had boarded that helicopter. It was only hours ago when he had found out the truth. The truth was often painful and that's why people always buried themselves under lies. John was never much for lies. He liked the straight-out truth. He didn't care about the pain that came with the truth. He didn't care for much. Then why did it hurt so much? Why was he full of anger?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. He took his eyes away from the wall and looked at his lighter. It gleamed with a metallic glow. A well-crafted lighter, it was, complete with a design of a shark's head on it. He realized that he had this lighter longer than he could remember. And not once has it failed him. It hasn't given up its flames. It was still resourceful after all of this time. He ran his finger over it and flipped open the cap. He lit a small flame and then he closed his lighter cap. He repeated the pattern as he did, often.
Click.
Click.
Click.
And he wondered. Why was he here? Not just here with Magneto, but here on the Earth. Here in this world. What was his purpose? He had nothing as far as he could tell. Nothing. He was alone in the world and no one cared about him. He had no family and his friends proved his value to them. Professor Xavier never cared about him. He only tried to 'help' him because he was a mutant. A powerful mutant. But no one ever appreciated his gift. No one ever told Pyro of his worth. That was until he met Magneto. Magneto had won him over. Magneto had seen the power-thirsty Pyro behind John Allerdyce and appreciated that. What did Xavier do? Xavier didn't care for his gift. The only thing he cared about was the word 'mutant'.
Magneto had a better cause, anyway and his values made much more sense. Why should he fight with Xavier and the X-men for the safety of people who hate them? He believed that was worthless. And why should he stick around where he wasn't wanted? He was blind for so long. No one. Not one of them cared about him. It became clear for him after he torched those policemen. They didn't want him there.
Actually, he had a fool's hope. He hoped that maybe one of those people cared about him. He secretly hoped and wished. But, it was a fool's hope. He was wrong. No one cared about him. No one wanted him. Not even him…
So, what else was there to do, but join up with Magneto? Someone who understood him and could see the power that was pressing to escape. He believed he made the right decision. But he still felt anger. And the anger was taking control.