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Fiery Wrath

Ch. 4

Greg's Fate

He pushed a chair into the middle of the room and forced Greg to sit. "Stay put, like a good human." Pyro Sneered.

He created a ring of fire around Greg also making the flames taller than the human. Pyro walked back and forth feeling highly superior, "Now this is what I call…your fate. And if you think it can't get any worse… you're wrong."

Greg silently watched the mutant end his almighty speech with a sadistic grin. A few seconds later he found out what the mutant meant by worse; the ring of fire was decreasing inch-by-inch moving closer towards Greg.

Pyro sat in one of the corners in the room facing Greg at a slant, leaning the chair on it's hind legs, "Damn, where's popcorn when you need it?"

The three X-Men stopped in front of the building.

"I'm going in the back way…who's coming with me?" Logan asked.

"I'll stay here and wait for the others." Replied Rogue.

"Are you sure?" Logan asked.

"Yes, you need Bobby."

"Or you can just use me until you get bored." Bobby mumbled.

"This isn't the time, Bobby!" She whispered loudly.

"Whatever. Lets go." He said as he brushed past her.

Logan sliced off the knob to the back door.

"You could have just kicked it."

He ignored Bobby's comment as he entered the barely lit building. Right away Wolverine smelled smoke… and fear. Bobby followed behind as they went from room to room in search of Pyro.

The two X-Men entered the windowless, fire-lit room. Wolverine eyed Pyro still leaning back in a chair in the corner with a stupid smirk on his face, and his hostage sitting silently in the chair in the middle of the room, his back facing them.

"An audience. Even better." Pyro announced as he stood up and took out back up from his pocket. "I guess my trap wasn't successful but it served its purpose."

Wolverine, claws extended, stood in place as Bobby stood next to him, impatient to ice Pyro right then and there. "Is that-" Bobby started to say before getting cut off by Pyro.

"Without his parrot. Man, little brothers are annoying. Especially yours Iceman."

"Thanks to you, my family hates me." Bobby spat.

Pyro laughed, "They're humans…of course they hate you." He pointed at Greg, "And this one will be the first to get a taste of my wrath."

Rogue couldn't wait for Cyclops and Storm any longer. She went in through the front door and ran down the halls. She stopped in front of a closed door noticing light peaking out from the cracks.
As an unwritten rule, Wolverine only tries reasoning with words once and then it's with fists. He's not subtle with words so most of the time if not all of the time… his fists have to do the talking. He prefers it that way anyway.

"C'mon Pyro, let the kid go. Humans don't taste like chicken."

"Ah, but they cook all the same."

"That's fucking sick!" Greg yelled.

Wolverine was about to charge a snickering Pyro when the door closest to the fire manipulator was kicked open.

Iceman and Wolverine were surprised to see Rogue on the other side.

Pyro took advantage of the brief distraction. He made the ring of fire around his hostage quickly decrease in radius.

While Bobby was busy icing the ring of fire, Wolverine ran towards Pyro. Without hesitation Pyro ran in Rogue's direction hurling a fire dragon at Wolverine. Pyro commanded the dragon to ram into Wolverine. As he hit the ground the dragon back flipped and rammed into Wolverine again, this time making him fall through the floor into the basement. As soon as the dragon was out of Pyro's sight, it disappeared.

Wolverine hit the ground. He faintly groaned, and then everything went black.

Ignoring the fact that Rogue was still standing by his only available exit, Pyro continued running, assuming she didn't have the guts to stop him. What was she going to do? Stare at him to death?

Rogue stuck out her foot. Pyro tripped and fell on his stomach. Rogue took off her glove; her bare hand was motioning towards his face. Pyro lifted his upper body to turn over, "I don't think so, bitch!" He grabbed her (unexposed) arm and pulled her to the ground. As she hit the ground, he quickly got up off the floor.

Iceman finished icing the ring of fire; Greg got up and stood behind Iceman.

"JOHN!" Rogue yelled.

Iceman noticed Rogue on the ground, and Pyro just inches away from the door. He immediately shot a stream of ice at Pyro to keep him from escaping. The stream of ice hit the wall in the hallway just missing the pyromaniac.

Pyro ran half way down the hall and stopped. He shot a blast of fire down the hall as a warning. Immediately after, he set the floor ablaze and exited the burning building. Without looking back Pyro pulled his hood over his head and disappeared.

Rogue got up and ran over to the hole in the floor, "Logan!"

No answer.

She called his name again, "Logan!"

"I'll be up in a few. Just… stop yelling"

She turned to Bobby, "He's fine." She noticed he was looking slightly pale. "Bobby, let me help you."

He was silent as he pushed up his sleeve.

"I'm sorry… for everything." She whispered before she touched his bare wrist.

Greg inquisitively watched Rogue as she was draining Bobby's life force.

She held on for as long as was needed. As soon as Rogue let go she ran into the hallway to battle the rest of Pyro's leftovers. When she was finished Wolverine showed up. He didn't have a scratch on him but that didn't mean he wouldn't make Pyro pay.

Logan brushed off his clothes, "Well, that was fun."

"Here," Greg handed his cigarettes to Rogue. "I don't want these anymore."

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