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that has to do with Marvel comics. I own anything you might not recognize.
Summary- St. John Allerdyce has always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Author's Note- If I get anything wrong for Australian stuff, forgive me, I'm not from Australia. The accent generally comes from The Phantom's "Dude, Where's My Accent?" If I get it wrong, I apologize. And I know I spelt Allerdyce wrong later, it's supposed to be that way. Enjoy!
Prologue
In a delivery room, a woman had just finished giving birth to her second child. She closed her eyes to rest as the nurses finished cleaning the mucus off of the babe. Her husband was mopping her sweaty brow with a damp washcloth.
He gently shook her shoulder as one of the nurses came with a little blue bundle in her arms. The mother opened her brown eyes and looked at the bundle and smiled slightly. She wrapped her thing and pale arms around it and looked at its little face.
"It's a boy then," she asked in a hoarse voice. The nurse just smiled.
"He sure is 'andsome i'nt he?" the father asked. He had dark brown hair and pale green eyes.
"He's goin' ta be beautiful," the baby's mother, Susan whispered. She was thing and frail looking with pale blond hair.
"Wot should his name be, Susan?" the father, Steven, whispered.
"He'll 'ave blond 'air an' blue oyes. Oy just knoah it, Steve, he'll be as beautiful as a saint. John. We should name 'im John," her brown eyes met his green ones. "St. John Allardyce."
"Tha's perfect, Sue," he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"Should we call Chris in? Moy sister will bring 'im in," Sue said softly, still staring at her tiny baby.
Steven nodded. "Oy'll go call 'er now, love."
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An hour later a little boy about the age of seven was sitting on his father's lap as he stared at the baby in his mother's arms. His dark brown hair was all over the place and he flickered his round brown eyes over to his mother than back at the baby. He gave it a weird look.
"Wot is it?" he asked after awhile.
"It's yoah baby brothah, Chris," his Aunt Nancy said as she petted the baby's head from the other side of the bed on his mother's left side.
"Whoy's he all pink foah?" Chris wrinkled his nose.
"Cause 'e's a baby," his mother said.
"Are we gonna keep it?" he asked, looking from his mother to his father, then back to the baby.
"Course we are! Whoy wouldn't we?" his father said incredulously.
"Whoy would we wanna keep it foah?" he whined, not liking the little pink thing that was in his mother's arms.
"Cause, silly, we loike him. We love him." His mother whispered as she looked at the baby again.
"Oy still don' loike it." Christopher Allerdyce pouted as he gave one more wrinkled-nose look at his baby brother, St. John Allerdyce.
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A/N- I hope you liked it so far! R&R!
Summary- St. John Allerdyce has always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Author's Note- If I get anything wrong for Australian stuff, forgive me, I'm not from Australia. The accent generally comes from The Phantom's "Dude, Where's My Accent?" If I get it wrong, I apologize. And I know I spelt Allerdyce wrong later, it's supposed to be that way. Enjoy!
Prologue
In a delivery room, a woman had just finished giving birth to her second child. She closed her eyes to rest as the nurses finished cleaning the mucus off of the babe. Her husband was mopping her sweaty brow with a damp washcloth.
He gently shook her shoulder as one of the nurses came with a little blue bundle in her arms. The mother opened her brown eyes and looked at the bundle and smiled slightly. She wrapped her thing and pale arms around it and looked at its little face.
"It's a boy then," she asked in a hoarse voice. The nurse just smiled.
"He sure is 'andsome i'nt he?" the father asked. He had dark brown hair and pale green eyes.
"He's goin' ta be beautiful," the baby's mother, Susan whispered. She was thing and frail looking with pale blond hair.
"Wot should his name be, Susan?" the father, Steven, whispered.
"He'll 'ave blond 'air an' blue oyes. Oy just knoah it, Steve, he'll be as beautiful as a saint. John. We should name 'im John," her brown eyes met his green ones. "St. John Allardyce."
"Tha's perfect, Sue," he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"Should we call Chris in? Moy sister will bring 'im in," Sue said softly, still staring at her tiny baby.
Steven nodded. "Oy'll go call 'er now, love."
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An hour later a little boy about the age of seven was sitting on his father's lap as he stared at the baby in his mother's arms. His dark brown hair was all over the place and he flickered his round brown eyes over to his mother than back at the baby. He gave it a weird look.
"Wot is it?" he asked after awhile.
"It's yoah baby brothah, Chris," his Aunt Nancy said as she petted the baby's head from the other side of the bed on his mother's left side.
"Whoy's he all pink foah?" Chris wrinkled his nose.
"Cause 'e's a baby," his mother said.
"Are we gonna keep it?" he asked, looking from his mother to his father, then back to the baby.
"Course we are! Whoy wouldn't we?" his father said incredulously.
"Whoy would we wanna keep it foah?" he whined, not liking the little pink thing that was in his mother's arms.
"Cause, silly, we loike him. We love him." His mother whispered as she looked at the baby again.
"Oy still don' loike it." Christopher Allerdyce pouted as he gave one more wrinkled-nose look at his baby brother, St. John Allerdyce.
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A/N- I hope you liked it so far! R&R!