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Remy grabbed Amara's arm and pulled her out the door despite her protests.

"Stop! John's in there!"

"He made a choice chere'. Lets not let it be for nothin'." Gambit replied, gazing steely ahead.

Pyro was given new orders now. Take the mansion. Capture the students. Magneto knew that he knew the place better than he, and would likely have more success that if that half wit Sabretooth did.

Pyro sat in the corner of his room; his door locked from the outside to make his attempts at leaving impossible.

He played absent mindedly with a ball of fire, twisting it every which way making it dance in his hands.

It began to take shape and form. He bit his lip as a figure of a girl danced around his open palm.

"Please forgive me Amara." He whispered, shutting his hand, dousing the flame.

He was torn. He had to protect Amara from Magneto and whatever he wanted with Xavier's students, but he also had to do as ordered to fufill that promise he had made to himself.

To protect her.

He smiled as he imagined what she would say to that.

"I don't need protecting John Allerdyce!"

He knew that was true; she was the toughest Sheila he'd ever come across.

And probably ever will.

John jerked his head up and the door to his dark room scraped open, metal again metal.

Magneto's menacing figure stood in the doorway, his cloak clasped around his neck.

"So Pyro. Time for training." He smirked. "You will be leaving tomorrow for the mansion."

John held his gaze to the floor and nodded stiffly.

"Now come."

Pyro hesitantly followed him out of the room into the dojo.

John came back into his room stiff and sore.

The practice had been brutal. The things he couldn't block where tossed back at him even harder.

He sighed as he lay down on the firm mattress of his bed, wishing silently for the comfortable beds and rooms at the mansion.

He stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten all day. Magneto was still punishing him. How long that would go on was hard to tell.

He just wondered how Remy and the girls where doing.

"We have to go back for him Professor! Magneto could kill him!" Amara cried, standing up from her chair in Xavier's office.

"Amara sit down please." He rubbed his temples as if fighting back a headache. "We will of course go back for the boy. But not tonight, not now. Its nearly midnight and you all just traveled back from his lair. Which was not good judgement at all."

Rogue just sat there, not really paying attention.

"Rogue how is Remy?"

"Good ah guess. He's in the kitchen. Eatin' ah guess. But- he's worried about John." Rogue chewed her lip before continuing. "He doesn't know what Mag's will do to 'im. He said anything is possible with him."

Xavier nodded, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Go to bed now girls. We will talk more in the morning."

Amara stood up again. "But what about John!?"

"Tomorrow Amara. Tomorrow."

"But he could be dead by tomorrow! Don't you see! He's in danger!" She exclaimed angrily.

"I know Amara. Settle down. Please. We can't do anything till the morning. You'll just have to be patient." He replied.

Amara sat down, rubbing her eyes. "Tell that to John."

TBC....

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