A/n: DIE HOMEWORK. Er...hi, how are you? Well, I remembered to update. I like this chapter, a lot. Well, there will only be one more chapter. Please Read and review.
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It was that night that the attack on the mansion happened. And that was pretty lucky. John thought Bobby would probably avoid him for the rest of his life, but not when they were stuck together. He remembered lying awake in his bed thinking about Bobby, when he heard the most earsplitting scream. Everyone would be awake from that. He got a sudden feeling that there was danger. The first thing he did was grab his lighter. It was time to leave.
He thought about searching for Bobby, but decided against it. Bobby wouldn't want to see John. He just focused on getting out. But that's when he heard his name being called.
"John!"
John looked over to see Bobby.
"Have you seen Rogue?" He asked him. John hadn't seen Rogue, and Bobby was instantly off to go find her. That idiot. John called for him, but he ignored him. There was nothing else to do but follow the boy. He would probably get himself into some kind of danger. John followed Bobby, and the two eventually found Rogue. John realized he was stuck with the both of them. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. For now, Bobby had forgotten about their little incident. He was focused on the danger and on Rogue. That was good, because John wasn't sure he would be able to handle the awkwardness between them.
They eventually escaped with Wolverine. They got a car and were on their way to Boston. Possibly even Bobby's house. But with that long car ride, there would be a lot of thinking going on. Bobby would eventually remember what John had said. John wondered what he would do after that. Nothing, he realized. Bobby wouldn't do a thing in front of Rogue. He would act as he always did.
There was mostly silence in those long hours. No one was tired or tried to sleep. Everyone was wide-awake and alert. There wasn't really much to talk about, either. And there wasn't anything they wanted to say to each other in front of Wolverine. There was nothing to do. They did eventually arrive in Boston and they ended up going to Bobby's house.
They were lucky that it was empty. Wolverine went off into the kitchen, trying to make the device from the car work. Bobby took Rogue and John upstairs. Rogue waited patiently in his room while Bobby got John a change of clothes.
"Here," Bobby said, shoving some clothes to John. "You can wear these."
John stared at the clothes now in his arms. They weren't the best, but he would have to deal. He went and change, noticing that they kind of smelled like Bobby. He liked that smell. After changing, he went downstairs. He knew Bobby and Rogue were having their alone time. He saw Wolverine in the kitchen and went into the living room instead.
The first thing he noticed, were the pictures. There were so many of them hanging from the wall. His family looked happy into those pictures. He knew then that Bobby's parents obviously didn't know he was a mutant. God, he was so lucky to have a family that cared for him. Once again, John felt that jealousy he often felt. He was jealous of Bobby, for a different reason this time. He had people who cared about him. He had a family. John had foster homes that he constantly got kicked out of. It was apparent which had the better life. At that moment, John longed for what Bobby had. But he wouldn't get any of it. He wouldn't have someone who cared for him and he wouldn't have a family. It was useless thinking about it.
His family did come home and Bobby made the choice, which John thought to be pretty foolish, to tell his family that he was a mutant. John knew it wouldn't end up well. His family was just another one of those ignorant people who were brainwashed by the media. The media told that all mutants were bad and dangerous, and that's what they believed. John offered only the necessary, annoying comments as they had their talk. Bobby didn't seem to mind them, though.
His brother did walk out and ended up calling the police. John couldn't help but secretly laugh at Bobby's mistake. He no longer had a longing to have a family like Bobby's. They were use to a perfect son, and being a mutant was something they considered a flaw. Wolverine rushed them out and then he was shot.
The three thought him to be dead. Everything became silent to John except for his pounding heart. He heard it pounding against his chest loudly. He felt Bobby and Rogue getting down on the floor next to him. He was breathing heavily, not sure what to do, barely hearing what the police were yelling at him. He didn't care. He only thought to do one thing. He opened his lighter cap and ignited the flame.
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news," John started. He didn't know if this was the right thing or not, but he felt he needed to do this. "I'm the worst one."
And the chaos started. He fought using fire, realizing there was nothing they could do to stop him. He was in control. He had the power. John felt a new feeling of ecstasy that could almost match those times he spent with Bobby. And that was the feeling of power. He was powerful, and he liked it. And then Rogue drained him. Rogue drained him of his powers and put out the fire. She took away his power, leaving him feeling weak, like nothing.
From that moment on, he felt like nothing. He wasn't wanted there anymore. Perhaps, he wasn't wanted there from the beginning. But he didn't regret his decision to fight with fire. He got a taste of power and he liked it. From then on, he felt like he didn't belong with the X-men. They didn't want him. Not Storm or Jean. Not Wolverine. Not Rogue. And not Bobby. Bobby and Rogue were especially cold to him after that. No one wanted him or appriciated him. He was truly alone.
He met Magneto who saw the Pyro that was beneath John Allerdyce. And he liked that. Magneto caused John to start thinking in a new way. There was a lot to think about and he had a lot of time, now that he was alone. His friends, people he thought cared about him, wouldn't even glance at him now.
'So this is loneliness.'