Disclaimer- I do not own Pyro, Marvel does.
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Chapter Two- John's Army
"Awlroight mites," John stood in front of his army. It consisted of koala, dingo, wombat, monkey, kangaroo stuffed animals, three surviving army men, Irene's doll, the teakettle, a chipped coffee mug, and a drooling Irene.
John himself was wearing a pot on his head and beside him were too frying pans and a large wooden spoon.
"Today's the day," he said looking at each and every single one of them in the eye. "Today's the day we do it."
He stared at Irene, who usually always wailed, but this was the one time that she wasn't, and she was happily making spit-bubbles. Eleven months old and she finally stopped crying. Good riddance.
John looked at his other soldiers. "Mites, today's the day we . . ." he paused dramatically, "Get the cookies from the cookie jahr." And he made a face that looked so determined and so serious that if you were there you couldn't help but laugh.
He snapped his attention back to his lined up army. He started giving them orders, "Coffee mug, yoah lookout. Koala, you bettah be too," he looked at the koala and then turned to the teakettle, "And maybe you bettah be too. And you." He looked at the wombat.
"Dingo, yoah gonna 'elp me get the cookie jahr. Kangaroo yoah gonna be the first backup. Army men, yoah second backup. Monkey, yoah third. It moight get dangerous ovah theah. We need as much backup as possible. Dingo's a tough guy, but even the toughest could go down. Dolly," he turned to Irene's doll, "Yoah gonna be a distraction. Irene, you too."
"Awlroight?" he looked at them all and nodded. "Awlroight. Good luck, mites."
He lined all the lookouts around the entrances and placed Dolly and Irene in the middle of the living room and started poking Irene hard so she would cry. She started to whimper and then she let out an ear-splitting wail.
"Good job," John whispered and then took off with Dingo to the kitchen, where the mighty cookie jar was.
They tiptoed into the kitchen (at least John did, Dingo was tucked under his arm). John placed Dingo on the counter and then went to the table and dragged one of the chairs over where it was screeching and scraping across the floor to the counter. He then climbed it and then tried to climb onto the counter from there but was unsuccessful. He tried again.
Almost falling off he used all his strength to pull himself up. Success! All he had to do now was somehow reach the jar that was placed on top of the refrigerator next to the cabinets. He then moved away from the edge and the pot on top of his head hit the cabinet above. Rats! Removing the pot and gently placing it beside Dingo he went on his tiptoes and . . .
Hit his head on the cabinet.
Clutching the top of his blonde head, he whispered to Dingo, "Oy knew that pot was good fer sumtin'"
Dingo only stared silently back.
John placed the pot back on his head to avoid further injuries and then quickly stood up on the counter again.
THWACK!
He hit his head on the cabinet. Again.
John thought for a moment as he regained his balance by hanging onto the handle of the cabinet that this was not going as well as he planned.
He then walked a little closer to the edge and away from the cabinet and reached for the cookie jar. Somehow, he had miscalculated the height to the top of the refrigerator from the countertop. He could not reach the cookie jar. John growled in frustration.
Thinking that maybe he would get a better reach if he was just a little closer to the edge and right up against the refrigerator . . .
"Oof!"
He fell right off the counter and landed right on his bum. To say that it didn't hurt would be a lie.
"Sinjin, wot the hell is goin' on in 'ere?" His mother came into the kitchen with a red-faced tear-streaked Irene.
John looked back at his mother and said simply, "Oy fell."
His mother raised an eyebrow, "You fell."
John nodded and repeated, "Oy fell."
"And how did you fall?" she asked, bouncing a calming Irene.
"Oy fell off of the chair." He said.
"John, if you loy to me one moah time, Oy'm not takin' you to the bonfoires tomorrow night." She said sternly.
"But Oy've nevah been theah befoah!" John whined, crawling over to his mother's feet, getting on his knees, clasping his hands before him, and preparing to beg.
"Well, maybe next year you'll be able ta," she said and walked away.
"Mum! No, no! Mum! Oy'll be good! Oy sweah! Oy'll be so good you couldn't leave me behind! M u u u u u u u m m m m m m m!" he tried to get up and follow her but his butt hurt too much to walk.
His mother ignored him.
"You just said that if Oy tell *anothah* loy Oy won' go. But Oy didn't say anymoah loys! Mum, M u u u u u m m m m m! Please? Plleeaaassseee?" he grabbed hold of her ankles and was being dragged after her.
"Mum, mum, mum, mummummummummummummum," he repeated over and over again until she snapped at him.
"Will ya shut up!" she turned around and shook him off her foot. "Go get me moy cigarettes, John.
John, who decided to be a perfect angel and do whatever he was told to, hopped up and ran to her bedroom to grab the cigarettes on the dresser. He had to go on his tip-toes to see all the way across it and he grabbed the carton, her lighter, and headed out the door.
But then he stopped just when he was about to go out of the door and turned slowly around. He looked at his dad who was passed out on the bed, and then he walked quietly back to the dresser. There were six different colored lighters on the dresser and he thought that his dad didn't need them all. He quickly reached and grabbed his favorite color one-red.
He stuffed it in his pocket and went back downstairs and gave his mother her cigarettes and lighter.
"'Ere ya go, Mum," he said with his biggest smile and he gave her them. She gratefully took them and handed Irene over to him as she lit the long white stick that was dangling from her lips.
"Yoah a good boy, Sinjin," she said after she took a long drag, "Maybe Oy'll let ya go aftah all."
John grinned and ran to collect his 'army'.
After he set them all on his bed, Irene included, he decided to give them a good talking.
"Awlroight mites," he said, "Now, we got to get to some serious talkin'. First off, Dingo, while Oy'm gone and lookin' at the big things o' foires, yoah in charge. In fact, Oy'm pre. . .premoting you ta second in command when Oy come back."
"It's been good workin' with you all," he looked at them all. "Now, Oy'm gonna go outside and play with moy new lighta. But first," he looked at Irene, "Oy'm gonna put ya in yoah crib so you won't bothah anyone."
He then went back to his parents' room and set her in the cradle and then he skipped out to go play with his new toy that will be his pride and joy for quite awhile.
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A/N- How'd you like this chapter? I'm so happy I'm getting good feedback on this!
The Rogue Witch- Really? You live in New Zealand? Do you know how badly I want to go there? It's suppose to be beautiful, and well, LotR was filmed there. I write the accents like this cause it's more entertaining for me ;- ) Thanks for your review!
Also thanks for reviewing: InsaneBunneh, I Am The Anonymous Reviewer, Dont- eat-chunky-pudding, Ashley, Kage-robot-of-darkness, Storm-Pietro, Bleedingmoon89, and Dark Jaded Rose.
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Chapter Two- John's Army
"Awlroight mites," John stood in front of his army. It consisted of koala, dingo, wombat, monkey, kangaroo stuffed animals, three surviving army men, Irene's doll, the teakettle, a chipped coffee mug, and a drooling Irene.
John himself was wearing a pot on his head and beside him were too frying pans and a large wooden spoon.
"Today's the day," he said looking at each and every single one of them in the eye. "Today's the day we do it."
He stared at Irene, who usually always wailed, but this was the one time that she wasn't, and she was happily making spit-bubbles. Eleven months old and she finally stopped crying. Good riddance.
John looked at his other soldiers. "Mites, today's the day we . . ." he paused dramatically, "Get the cookies from the cookie jahr." And he made a face that looked so determined and so serious that if you were there you couldn't help but laugh.
He snapped his attention back to his lined up army. He started giving them orders, "Coffee mug, yoah lookout. Koala, you bettah be too," he looked at the koala and then turned to the teakettle, "And maybe you bettah be too. And you." He looked at the wombat.
"Dingo, yoah gonna 'elp me get the cookie jahr. Kangaroo yoah gonna be the first backup. Army men, yoah second backup. Monkey, yoah third. It moight get dangerous ovah theah. We need as much backup as possible. Dingo's a tough guy, but even the toughest could go down. Dolly," he turned to Irene's doll, "Yoah gonna be a distraction. Irene, you too."
"Awlroight?" he looked at them all and nodded. "Awlroight. Good luck, mites."
He lined all the lookouts around the entrances and placed Dolly and Irene in the middle of the living room and started poking Irene hard so she would cry. She started to whimper and then she let out an ear-splitting wail.
"Good job," John whispered and then took off with Dingo to the kitchen, where the mighty cookie jar was.
They tiptoed into the kitchen (at least John did, Dingo was tucked under his arm). John placed Dingo on the counter and then went to the table and dragged one of the chairs over where it was screeching and scraping across the floor to the counter. He then climbed it and then tried to climb onto the counter from there but was unsuccessful. He tried again.
Almost falling off he used all his strength to pull himself up. Success! All he had to do now was somehow reach the jar that was placed on top of the refrigerator next to the cabinets. He then moved away from the edge and the pot on top of his head hit the cabinet above. Rats! Removing the pot and gently placing it beside Dingo he went on his tiptoes and . . .
Hit his head on the cabinet.
Clutching the top of his blonde head, he whispered to Dingo, "Oy knew that pot was good fer sumtin'"
Dingo only stared silently back.
John placed the pot back on his head to avoid further injuries and then quickly stood up on the counter again.
THWACK!
He hit his head on the cabinet. Again.
John thought for a moment as he regained his balance by hanging onto the handle of the cabinet that this was not going as well as he planned.
He then walked a little closer to the edge and away from the cabinet and reached for the cookie jar. Somehow, he had miscalculated the height to the top of the refrigerator from the countertop. He could not reach the cookie jar. John growled in frustration.
Thinking that maybe he would get a better reach if he was just a little closer to the edge and right up against the refrigerator . . .
"Oof!"
He fell right off the counter and landed right on his bum. To say that it didn't hurt would be a lie.
"Sinjin, wot the hell is goin' on in 'ere?" His mother came into the kitchen with a red-faced tear-streaked Irene.
John looked back at his mother and said simply, "Oy fell."
His mother raised an eyebrow, "You fell."
John nodded and repeated, "Oy fell."
"And how did you fall?" she asked, bouncing a calming Irene.
"Oy fell off of the chair." He said.
"John, if you loy to me one moah time, Oy'm not takin' you to the bonfoires tomorrow night." She said sternly.
"But Oy've nevah been theah befoah!" John whined, crawling over to his mother's feet, getting on his knees, clasping his hands before him, and preparing to beg.
"Well, maybe next year you'll be able ta," she said and walked away.
"Mum! No, no! Mum! Oy'll be good! Oy sweah! Oy'll be so good you couldn't leave me behind! M u u u u u u u m m m m m m m!" he tried to get up and follow her but his butt hurt too much to walk.
His mother ignored him.
"You just said that if Oy tell *anothah* loy Oy won' go. But Oy didn't say anymoah loys! Mum, M u u u u u m m m m m! Please? Plleeaaassseee?" he grabbed hold of her ankles and was being dragged after her.
"Mum, mum, mum, mummummummummummummum," he repeated over and over again until she snapped at him.
"Will ya shut up!" she turned around and shook him off her foot. "Go get me moy cigarettes, John.
John, who decided to be a perfect angel and do whatever he was told to, hopped up and ran to her bedroom to grab the cigarettes on the dresser. He had to go on his tip-toes to see all the way across it and he grabbed the carton, her lighter, and headed out the door.
But then he stopped just when he was about to go out of the door and turned slowly around. He looked at his dad who was passed out on the bed, and then he walked quietly back to the dresser. There were six different colored lighters on the dresser and he thought that his dad didn't need them all. He quickly reached and grabbed his favorite color one-red.
He stuffed it in his pocket and went back downstairs and gave his mother her cigarettes and lighter.
"'Ere ya go, Mum," he said with his biggest smile and he gave her them. She gratefully took them and handed Irene over to him as she lit the long white stick that was dangling from her lips.
"Yoah a good boy, Sinjin," she said after she took a long drag, "Maybe Oy'll let ya go aftah all."
John grinned and ran to collect his 'army'.
After he set them all on his bed, Irene included, he decided to give them a good talking.
"Awlroight mites," he said, "Now, we got to get to some serious talkin'. First off, Dingo, while Oy'm gone and lookin' at the big things o' foires, yoah in charge. In fact, Oy'm pre. . .premoting you ta second in command when Oy come back."
"It's been good workin' with you all," he looked at them all. "Now, Oy'm gonna go outside and play with moy new lighta. But first," he looked at Irene, "Oy'm gonna put ya in yoah crib so you won't bothah anyone."
He then went back to his parents' room and set her in the cradle and then he skipped out to go play with his new toy that will be his pride and joy for quite awhile.
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A/N- How'd you like this chapter? I'm so happy I'm getting good feedback on this!
The Rogue Witch- Really? You live in New Zealand? Do you know how badly I want to go there? It's suppose to be beautiful, and well, LotR was filmed there. I write the accents like this cause it's more entertaining for me ;- ) Thanks for your review!
Also thanks for reviewing: InsaneBunneh, I Am The Anonymous Reviewer, Dont- eat-chunky-pudding, Ashley, Kage-robot-of-darkness, Storm-Pietro, Bleedingmoon89, and Dark Jaded Rose.