Pyro burnt down my disclaimer, saying I own nothing and am absolutely
broke.
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Chapter Six- Smite Me, Almighty Smiter!
Chris's leg healed like it should. He walked with a very small limp that was barely noticeable. Feeling very generous for some reason or another, Chris decided to teach his young brother something. Smiting ants. Not a very nice thing to do. It was slightly evil, in fact. But that wasn't the point. The point was that John loved it.
John laughed in delight as he watched the ants twitch under the glare of the magnifying glass. He had been doing this for hours and the neighbors who had seen him when he first started wondered why on Earth he wasn't bored. He was seven and a half years old and already he found joy in killing things. What was wrong with this boy?
John would have liked to smite the little creatures with one of the lighters he'd stolen, but ended up burning his fingers over and over again with the tiny flame. For right now, he would use the magnifying glass.
He laughed again, his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. Oh, this was the life! After successfully burning his one-hundredth and thirtieth (yes, he was keeping count) ant, he targeted another one, this one slightly bigger.
"Aren't you a big blightah?" he cackled. The ant tried to run crawl away on its six littler legs but John Allerdyce was too fast. He angled the glass so as to make a bigger glare.
"You ain't goin' anywheah," he said reproachfully to the small specimen. The ant let off a tiny, tiny, teeny tiny bit of smoke. It started to twitch.
"Have mercy! Have mercy, Almighty Smoightah!" John tried to mimic them using a very squeaky and high-pitched voice. Successfully, the ant he had been concentrating on burned to death. He searched for his next victim.
He grinned. "Smoight me! Smoight me, Almoighty Smoightah!"
A spider crawled in his line of vision. John shuddered for a moment, hating the way the creepy-crawly things moved. Then, slowly a grin spread onto his face.
"Well, aren't you just a lucky lit'l buggah?" he asked it in a sweet tone. Almost too sweet.
The spider paused for a moment, as if it could actually understand John. John giggled silently then moved the glare onto the spider.
"Do ya burn fastah than ants?" he asked it innocently, cocking his head to the side, giving it an almost puzzling look.
The spider tried to scamper out of the way. Right to John. It was a rather big and hairy spider (in John's opinion, of course).
John scooted back a little bit, breaking his stare from the spider briefly to glance behind him. He looked back.
Where did that spider go?
John looked everywhere for it. He did not notice a creepy-crawly creature crawling on his shoe.
And so it happened that John glanced at his shoe and saw the sneaky little creature. John eyes widened, and he let out a very short lasting scream and he stood up abruptly, dropped the magnifying glass, and shook his foot violently. The spider flew off and John ran back to the house, leaving the broken shards of his (well, actually his father's) trusty magnifying glass.
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"John?" came his mother's voice from downstairs. John looked up from his legos and listened.
"John?"
He hopped up and skipped out of the room towards the kitchen, where his mother was.
"What?" he asked in an innocent voice when he found her.
His mother turned around and faced him; her face angry and her fists were planted to her thing hips, her sallow skin on her face and neck reddening slightly.
"Did you break the magnifoying glass?" she asked in a firm voice.
John shook his head violently. Maybe Irene could take the blame?
"John, theah was dead ant awl around the broken pieces," she said, "You were burning ants again. And how do ya burn ants?"
John shrugged one of his shoulders, his mouth pulled to the side and his eyebrows raised slightly, making an "I-don't-know-what-you-are-talking- about face."
"John," she growled, "you broke this. You weren't suppose to touch this!"
"Oy didn't do it!" John defended himself. Maybe he would make a good lawyer one day. . .
Susan buried her face in her left hand and slapped her palm against the kitchen table. She let out a frustrated cry.
"Just don't do it anymoah," she said very quietly.
John nodded, even though she didn't see it.
"Bloody hell," her heard her murmur. He took a step back. Susan inhaled sharply through her nose and craned her neck up to look at the ceiling. Then it drooped back down, looking at the floor. She let out another sigh and took the two steps to get to her purse and she started digging in it, pulling out a lime-green lighter and a carton of cigarettes.
"The thing Oy have to go through," she muttered while lighting up the cigarette in her mouth. She puffed on it, and a cloud of smoke came billowing out and she inhaled sharply, a look of bliss passing over her face.
"Don't evah smoke, Sinjin," she said to him very quietly, as if she was actually talking to herself. John nodded but she took no notice of him.
She took another long drag, and exhaled through her nose, smoke flowing out of it.
John took another step back and then another. He knew he didn't have the most normal family in the world, but watching his mother smoke like that if it was her only joy in the world was disturbing.
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A/N-I KNOW! Super short chapter. Hey, at least I posted! Wow, 18 days! What the hell have I been doing for 18 days? Hey, I'm going to reply for everybody! I'm just in that good of a mood! WHOO! 10 reviews!
Dark Jaded Rose- I'm glad this helped your depression! ;-) Thanks for your review as always! Want a brownie?
InsaneBunneh- Sure *your* Pyro can live in an abusive house. He has to be insane for some reason or another. Oh, and I made Dave feel really bad because right when he walked in the door today I said, "Happy Birthday, you're now officially old." But he is old isn't he? Double, double, chocolate brownies for you! With chocolate chips! Is your mouth watering yet?
Anon- I like how you put girl next to your penname. It's weird, because unless they say so, I always assume everybody's a female. Unless their name is painfully obvious that they're male. Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for your review! Want a brownie?
SPoOkZ13412- Yes, I can't wait for the next chapter either. Thanks for your review, here's a brownie.
la cour de belles fleurs- Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
Shao-Archon- I'll be glad to review your stories! Just keep writing! Thanks for your review and here's a brownie!
The Rogue Witch- ( Yes, cookies are sweet (as in the way you meant it, not the taste), especially my cookies. Yeah, it was pretty low of Steve to hit Chris, but Chris is just a little snot anyways. I love him. As you can guess, the Allerdyce family is pretty dysfunctional. Thanks for your review! Here's a brownie!
I Am The Anonymous Reviewer- Yes, family therapy needed indeed. Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
zephyr- Thanks for your review! I'm flattered by your compliments! Here's a brownie!
Don't-eat-chunky-pudding- Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
BROWNIES FOR EVERYONE! And if you can guess where "Smite me, almighty smiter!" comes from, you get a sample of *special* brownies. *looks around nervously* Just don't tell the cops about them. *Ahem* Yeah. . .
Summary- St. John Allerdyce always had a fascination with fire. My story on Pyro's life before Magneto.
Chapter Six- Smite Me, Almighty Smiter!
Chris's leg healed like it should. He walked with a very small limp that was barely noticeable. Feeling very generous for some reason or another, Chris decided to teach his young brother something. Smiting ants. Not a very nice thing to do. It was slightly evil, in fact. But that wasn't the point. The point was that John loved it.
John laughed in delight as he watched the ants twitch under the glare of the magnifying glass. He had been doing this for hours and the neighbors who had seen him when he first started wondered why on Earth he wasn't bored. He was seven and a half years old and already he found joy in killing things. What was wrong with this boy?
John would have liked to smite the little creatures with one of the lighters he'd stolen, but ended up burning his fingers over and over again with the tiny flame. For right now, he would use the magnifying glass.
He laughed again, his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. Oh, this was the life! After successfully burning his one-hundredth and thirtieth (yes, he was keeping count) ant, he targeted another one, this one slightly bigger.
"Aren't you a big blightah?" he cackled. The ant tried to run crawl away on its six littler legs but John Allerdyce was too fast. He angled the glass so as to make a bigger glare.
"You ain't goin' anywheah," he said reproachfully to the small specimen. The ant let off a tiny, tiny, teeny tiny bit of smoke. It started to twitch.
"Have mercy! Have mercy, Almighty Smoightah!" John tried to mimic them using a very squeaky and high-pitched voice. Successfully, the ant he had been concentrating on burned to death. He searched for his next victim.
He grinned. "Smoight me! Smoight me, Almoighty Smoightah!"
A spider crawled in his line of vision. John shuddered for a moment, hating the way the creepy-crawly things moved. Then, slowly a grin spread onto his face.
"Well, aren't you just a lucky lit'l buggah?" he asked it in a sweet tone. Almost too sweet.
The spider paused for a moment, as if it could actually understand John. John giggled silently then moved the glare onto the spider.
"Do ya burn fastah than ants?" he asked it innocently, cocking his head to the side, giving it an almost puzzling look.
The spider tried to scamper out of the way. Right to John. It was a rather big and hairy spider (in John's opinion, of course).
John scooted back a little bit, breaking his stare from the spider briefly to glance behind him. He looked back.
Where did that spider go?
John looked everywhere for it. He did not notice a creepy-crawly creature crawling on his shoe.
And so it happened that John glanced at his shoe and saw the sneaky little creature. John eyes widened, and he let out a very short lasting scream and he stood up abruptly, dropped the magnifying glass, and shook his foot violently. The spider flew off and John ran back to the house, leaving the broken shards of his (well, actually his father's) trusty magnifying glass.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"John?" came his mother's voice from downstairs. John looked up from his legos and listened.
"John?"
He hopped up and skipped out of the room towards the kitchen, where his mother was.
"What?" he asked in an innocent voice when he found her.
His mother turned around and faced him; her face angry and her fists were planted to her thing hips, her sallow skin on her face and neck reddening slightly.
"Did you break the magnifoying glass?" she asked in a firm voice.
John shook his head violently. Maybe Irene could take the blame?
"John, theah was dead ant awl around the broken pieces," she said, "You were burning ants again. And how do ya burn ants?"
John shrugged one of his shoulders, his mouth pulled to the side and his eyebrows raised slightly, making an "I-don't-know-what-you-are-talking- about face."
"John," she growled, "you broke this. You weren't suppose to touch this!"
"Oy didn't do it!" John defended himself. Maybe he would make a good lawyer one day. . .
Susan buried her face in her left hand and slapped her palm against the kitchen table. She let out a frustrated cry.
"Just don't do it anymoah," she said very quietly.
John nodded, even though she didn't see it.
"Bloody hell," her heard her murmur. He took a step back. Susan inhaled sharply through her nose and craned her neck up to look at the ceiling. Then it drooped back down, looking at the floor. She let out another sigh and took the two steps to get to her purse and she started digging in it, pulling out a lime-green lighter and a carton of cigarettes.
"The thing Oy have to go through," she muttered while lighting up the cigarette in her mouth. She puffed on it, and a cloud of smoke came billowing out and she inhaled sharply, a look of bliss passing over her face.
"Don't evah smoke, Sinjin," she said to him very quietly, as if she was actually talking to herself. John nodded but she took no notice of him.
She took another long drag, and exhaled through her nose, smoke flowing out of it.
John took another step back and then another. He knew he didn't have the most normal family in the world, but watching his mother smoke like that if it was her only joy in the world was disturbing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N-I KNOW! Super short chapter. Hey, at least I posted! Wow, 18 days! What the hell have I been doing for 18 days? Hey, I'm going to reply for everybody! I'm just in that good of a mood! WHOO! 10 reviews!
Dark Jaded Rose- I'm glad this helped your depression! ;-) Thanks for your review as always! Want a brownie?
InsaneBunneh- Sure *your* Pyro can live in an abusive house. He has to be insane for some reason or another. Oh, and I made Dave feel really bad because right when he walked in the door today I said, "Happy Birthday, you're now officially old." But he is old isn't he? Double, double, chocolate brownies for you! With chocolate chips! Is your mouth watering yet?
Anon- I like how you put girl next to your penname. It's weird, because unless they say so, I always assume everybody's a female. Unless their name is painfully obvious that they're male. Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for your review! Want a brownie?
SPoOkZ13412- Yes, I can't wait for the next chapter either. Thanks for your review, here's a brownie.
la cour de belles fleurs- Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
Shao-Archon- I'll be glad to review your stories! Just keep writing! Thanks for your review and here's a brownie!
The Rogue Witch- ( Yes, cookies are sweet (as in the way you meant it, not the taste), especially my cookies. Yeah, it was pretty low of Steve to hit Chris, but Chris is just a little snot anyways. I love him. As you can guess, the Allerdyce family is pretty dysfunctional. Thanks for your review! Here's a brownie!
I Am The Anonymous Reviewer- Yes, family therapy needed indeed. Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
zephyr- Thanks for your review! I'm flattered by your compliments! Here's a brownie!
Don't-eat-chunky-pudding- Thanks for your review, here's a brownie!
BROWNIES FOR EVERYONE! And if you can guess where "Smite me, almighty smiter!" comes from, you get a sample of *special* brownies. *looks around nervously* Just don't tell the cops about them. *Ahem* Yeah. . .