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. .But. . .no I don't own him.
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Author's Note- I might put in less 'yoah''s in because it's starting to sound southern to me. . .
Chapter Three- Bonfire
John watched in amazement as the flames danced before him. The eerie orange glow illuminated his young pale face, and a reflection of the fire shown in his blue eyes. His blonde hair shone like fire from the flames. His jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide with awe. He wanted to touch the fire, not thinking of the consequences of his actions.
Every year, before the beginning of the month September, there was a huge bonfire. Whoever wanted to come came. Usually it was three quarters of the little town. The Allerdyce's had moved there when John was just three, to be closer to his mother's family and to find a cheaper home. John had never been allowed to go and see the fire, his mother said that he was too young, but now, at six, John was old enough.
He reached out his small hand, as if to stroke the fire but found that it was angrily and rudely (he decided) slapped away. He looked up and glared at his mother, who was looking very annoyed with him. That was the seventh time that night he tried to do that.
"Whoy can't Oy touch the foire foah?" he whined and then turned back to the dancing flames in front of him and attempted to touch them again when his hand was slapped away for the eighth time that night.
"Stop that, Sinjin," his mother snapped. "Do ya *want* ta burn yoahself?"
John scowled and looked back at the flames. He didn't plan on burning himself, so why couldn't he touch the darn fire?
John continued to scowl at the fire that, earlier had amazed him, but now it didn't seem quite as exciting now if he couldn't touch it. He vaguely heard his mother ask him something but he didn't understand what she said and he didn't want to answer.
She shook his shoulder a bit. "You want something to eat, John?"
He glared at her and shook his head. She sighed and called Chris over.
"Make sure your brothah doesn't do anything stupid," she said and walked off to get something to eat.
Chris stared at John, daring him to do anything unacceptable. John just stared determinably back.
Finally, Chris sighed and rolled his eyes, walking off away from John to get a bottle of pop.
John grinned. Now was the chance to do it. Quickly walking closer to the fire, he reached out and brought his hand closer. . .
He wasn't even touching it and his hand was becoming hot. But if he just reached out a little more, he'd show his mother he wouldn't get burned.
His fingertips touched the flames and he gave a surprised yelp and jerked his hand back, cradling it to his chest and blowing frantically on his burnt fingertips.
"John, wot did you do?" he heard the irritated voice of his brother and a second later Chris was in front of him, bending over and examining his hand. Chris just rolled his eyes and grabbing John by the wrist, and dragged him over to where the drinks were.
They stopped at an old blue cooler and Chris opened it, took out a handful of ice and handed it to John and he said almost soothingly, "'Ere, John, you hold this and Oy'll go get Mum."
Chris was only gone for about two minutes and then he came back into John's view with his mother looking angry and worried at the same time, running behind him.
"Sinjin, Oy told you you would burn yoahself if you did that," she said and looked at his bright red fingertips. They were starting to blister.
John's eyes welled up with tears both from the pain that his poor fingers were in and that he was in trouble.
"Oy thought Oy wouldn't burn moyself," John choked out. His fingers were really starting to burn, and what was worse, itch. He started to scratch them, but this only made it hurt worse. The tears leaked out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
His mother snatched his other hand and pulled him into a hug. She whispered in his ear, "Now you know not ta touch the foire, Sinjin. Did you learn yoah lesson?" He nodded.
"Now c'mere," she said and grabbed his good hand and led him inside one of the houses to grab a washcloth. She then opened the freezer and pulled out another handful of ice and she wrapped it in the cloth and told John to put his fingers in there.
"But Oy have ice already," he said and showed her the handful of melting ice that was in his had, the water from it dripping on the floor and down his wrist. She grabbed the melting ice and tossed it in the sink behind her as John put his fingers on the ice in the cloth as she turned back towards him and wrapped the cloth around his hand.
"Now you stay with me, Sinjin," she said and they walked out of the house together.
A half an hour later, John's ice was starting to melt again and he was starting to get bored. His mother was talking to all the people that had come and he was starting to get sick of looking up and straining his neck to greet the people he was introduced to. He knew half of the people already, almost everybody knew everyone here, it was a small town. It was more like a village in fact.
"Sinjin whoy don't you go play with Naomi Harrison and Mick's lit'l brothah Ian?" his mother asked him and pointed to the two little people his age standing next to the adults his mother was talking to.
The girl with platinum blonde curls that were tied in pigtails with ribbons wrinkled her nose. "Oy don' play with *boys*."
Ian gave him a goofy smile. Unlike John and Chris, he looked exactly like his brother Mick, who was Chris's friend. "G'day," he said.
John gave a toothy smile back. It was really quite adorable. "G'day," he said back. He then looked at Naomi and then he looked back at Ian. He held up his ice-wrapped fingers. "Oy burnt moy fingahs," he said.
"Whoa," Ian said in awe and then stepped closer to get a better look. Naomi looked interested for a second and then quickly replaced it with a disgusted look.
"Yoah stupid if you burnt yoah own fingahs," she said very snootily.
But Ian was still examining them. "Theah awl blistahed!" he exclaimed.
John nodded grimly. He decided he like this Ian. He always liked Mick, anyways, and he wasn't as mean to him as Chris sometimes was.
"Oy loike you," John said to Ian. Ian smiled back at him.
"Wanna go and eat some marshmallows er sumtin'?" Ian asked and John nodded excitedly and they both took off towards the tables where the food was, leaving Naomi Harrison behind.
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A/N- So what do you think? It's a short chapter, but I needed to introduce Ian and Naomi, since they'll be important later on. If you're liking the fluffy cuteness, well sorry but in a couple of chapters it ain't going to be all warm and gooey.
Anon- Actually, John IS a blond-haired blue-eye guy. If you seen Ascension II at the end where they show the BH working for S.H.I.E.L.D, John's there, and he's got a full head of blonde hair. He was also blonde in the comics. I think why they put orange there is because of what the fire makes his hair look like, and really, there's only a few times they don't show Pyro without his flames. So it's understandable if people think he's a redhead, I did at first. Thanks for your review!
And also thanks for reviewing- InsaneBunneh, pyros-gal, Dark Jaded Rose, kage-robot-of-darkness, Dreams of Magic, and The Rogue Witch. Keep readin' and reviewin'!
A/N II- Ack, sorry if the accent is offensive to anyone!
R&R!
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Author's Note- I might put in less 'yoah''s in because it's starting to sound southern to me. . .
Chapter Three- Bonfire
John watched in amazement as the flames danced before him. The eerie orange glow illuminated his young pale face, and a reflection of the fire shown in his blue eyes. His blonde hair shone like fire from the flames. His jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide with awe. He wanted to touch the fire, not thinking of the consequences of his actions.
Every year, before the beginning of the month September, there was a huge bonfire. Whoever wanted to come came. Usually it was three quarters of the little town. The Allerdyce's had moved there when John was just three, to be closer to his mother's family and to find a cheaper home. John had never been allowed to go and see the fire, his mother said that he was too young, but now, at six, John was old enough.
He reached out his small hand, as if to stroke the fire but found that it was angrily and rudely (he decided) slapped away. He looked up and glared at his mother, who was looking very annoyed with him. That was the seventh time that night he tried to do that.
"Whoy can't Oy touch the foire foah?" he whined and then turned back to the dancing flames in front of him and attempted to touch them again when his hand was slapped away for the eighth time that night.
"Stop that, Sinjin," his mother snapped. "Do ya *want* ta burn yoahself?"
John scowled and looked back at the flames. He didn't plan on burning himself, so why couldn't he touch the darn fire?
John continued to scowl at the fire that, earlier had amazed him, but now it didn't seem quite as exciting now if he couldn't touch it. He vaguely heard his mother ask him something but he didn't understand what she said and he didn't want to answer.
She shook his shoulder a bit. "You want something to eat, John?"
He glared at her and shook his head. She sighed and called Chris over.
"Make sure your brothah doesn't do anything stupid," she said and walked off to get something to eat.
Chris stared at John, daring him to do anything unacceptable. John just stared determinably back.
Finally, Chris sighed and rolled his eyes, walking off away from John to get a bottle of pop.
John grinned. Now was the chance to do it. Quickly walking closer to the fire, he reached out and brought his hand closer. . .
He wasn't even touching it and his hand was becoming hot. But if he just reached out a little more, he'd show his mother he wouldn't get burned.
His fingertips touched the flames and he gave a surprised yelp and jerked his hand back, cradling it to his chest and blowing frantically on his burnt fingertips.
"John, wot did you do?" he heard the irritated voice of his brother and a second later Chris was in front of him, bending over and examining his hand. Chris just rolled his eyes and grabbing John by the wrist, and dragged him over to where the drinks were.
They stopped at an old blue cooler and Chris opened it, took out a handful of ice and handed it to John and he said almost soothingly, "'Ere, John, you hold this and Oy'll go get Mum."
Chris was only gone for about two minutes and then he came back into John's view with his mother looking angry and worried at the same time, running behind him.
"Sinjin, Oy told you you would burn yoahself if you did that," she said and looked at his bright red fingertips. They were starting to blister.
John's eyes welled up with tears both from the pain that his poor fingers were in and that he was in trouble.
"Oy thought Oy wouldn't burn moyself," John choked out. His fingers were really starting to burn, and what was worse, itch. He started to scratch them, but this only made it hurt worse. The tears leaked out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
His mother snatched his other hand and pulled him into a hug. She whispered in his ear, "Now you know not ta touch the foire, Sinjin. Did you learn yoah lesson?" He nodded.
"Now c'mere," she said and grabbed his good hand and led him inside one of the houses to grab a washcloth. She then opened the freezer and pulled out another handful of ice and she wrapped it in the cloth and told John to put his fingers in there.
"But Oy have ice already," he said and showed her the handful of melting ice that was in his had, the water from it dripping on the floor and down his wrist. She grabbed the melting ice and tossed it in the sink behind her as John put his fingers on the ice in the cloth as she turned back towards him and wrapped the cloth around his hand.
"Now you stay with me, Sinjin," she said and they walked out of the house together.
A half an hour later, John's ice was starting to melt again and he was starting to get bored. His mother was talking to all the people that had come and he was starting to get sick of looking up and straining his neck to greet the people he was introduced to. He knew half of the people already, almost everybody knew everyone here, it was a small town. It was more like a village in fact.
"Sinjin whoy don't you go play with Naomi Harrison and Mick's lit'l brothah Ian?" his mother asked him and pointed to the two little people his age standing next to the adults his mother was talking to.
The girl with platinum blonde curls that were tied in pigtails with ribbons wrinkled her nose. "Oy don' play with *boys*."
Ian gave him a goofy smile. Unlike John and Chris, he looked exactly like his brother Mick, who was Chris's friend. "G'day," he said.
John gave a toothy smile back. It was really quite adorable. "G'day," he said back. He then looked at Naomi and then he looked back at Ian. He held up his ice-wrapped fingers. "Oy burnt moy fingahs," he said.
"Whoa," Ian said in awe and then stepped closer to get a better look. Naomi looked interested for a second and then quickly replaced it with a disgusted look.
"Yoah stupid if you burnt yoah own fingahs," she said very snootily.
But Ian was still examining them. "Theah awl blistahed!" he exclaimed.
John nodded grimly. He decided he like this Ian. He always liked Mick, anyways, and he wasn't as mean to him as Chris sometimes was.
"Oy loike you," John said to Ian. Ian smiled back at him.
"Wanna go and eat some marshmallows er sumtin'?" Ian asked and John nodded excitedly and they both took off towards the tables where the food was, leaving Naomi Harrison behind.
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A/N- So what do you think? It's a short chapter, but I needed to introduce Ian and Naomi, since they'll be important later on. If you're liking the fluffy cuteness, well sorry but in a couple of chapters it ain't going to be all warm and gooey.
Anon- Actually, John IS a blond-haired blue-eye guy. If you seen Ascension II at the end where they show the BH working for S.H.I.E.L.D, John's there, and he's got a full head of blonde hair. He was also blonde in the comics. I think why they put orange there is because of what the fire makes his hair look like, and really, there's only a few times they don't show Pyro without his flames. So it's understandable if people think he's a redhead, I did at first. Thanks for your review!
And also thanks for reviewing- InsaneBunneh, pyros-gal, Dark Jaded Rose, kage-robot-of-darkness, Dreams of Magic, and The Rogue Witch. Keep readin' and reviewin'!
A/N II- Ack, sorry if the accent is offensive to anyone!
R&R!