Pyro
The lighter clicked and the flame ignited. His lips formed a sight smirk at the feeling of power the coursed through his body, a spark of power that ignited with the presence of fire. His power, his mutation… his and his alone. Something that made him special, that made him dangerous. The girls always went for the dangerous types. He loved his power, so why did he feel so guilty? Every person he'd hurt had deserved a good back stabbing… even Bobby… and Rouge. He clicked the lighter off and watched it cool as the spark of power hissed and died within him… for now anyway…
