Sorry long bout with Writers block, High school, and Creative Writing class, but I'm back! The long awaited John's POV!
I have decided on how he is going to react (seeing as only a few people voted) it is going to be all three. A. Mad at himself B. withdrawn and C. afraid
OOC-ness all around! ON WITH THE STORY! (by the way in the previous chapter it mentions a broken leg, completely disregard that)

John's POV

My eyes flutter open, a quick look around I'm still in the alley. So he never came, I didn't think he would, but I could have sworn I heard him…I stumble to my feet. My head spins as the event of earlier replay in my mind. I feel so…empty. Like a huge piece of my life was just taken away- which it was. Ugh! I cant believe I'm such an idiot! Why'd I let my guard down! That was the first thing I found out when I went with Magneto; Don't let your guard down, I still have the scars to prove it.

"I'm so pathetic. Me, Pyro, a human. No, it's not Pyro anymore, its back to being him. St. John Allerdyce. Oh joy. Nothing special about him" just another rebel thrown out of his home by his abusive father and addict mother left to wander the streets. "Just another 'Nowhere kid' who dropped outta school. Another face in the crowd" I ramble. My eyes are blurring, tears threaten to fall, "Who cares? No one, that's who." I let them fall freely.

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"Pyro? hey Pyro, wake up" Bobby? I close my eyes again, a faint pain in my side stabs at me, I can feel someone shaking me gently. Ah! My head! I winced before opening my eyes, I don't believe it! "B-Bobby?" I say flabbergasted. I wasn't dreaming! I can still feel tears streaming down my face, damn it, I hate it when people see me crying. "yeah its me. You were having a nightmare, I think. You just started mumbling things then you… just started…well, crying" He began. His eyes show genuine concern.

Why is he acting like nothing happened? The tears stop falling by now, I clear my eyes. Now I realize I'm laying on my bed in our old room, must be hallucinating. I exhale sharply, and an fierce stab of pain shoots through me, I groan in pain, trying to regain my breath. It feels like I'm suffocating. Bobby rushes right over, probably trying to figure out what to do. "take it a few short breathes. It'll help" he commands, I manage a few shaky breaths before I can breathe normally, save for the pain in my ribs. God, my head hurts. I clutch my left side of my head in hopes to block it out, and quickly discover its been re-bandaged. Just in time for another wave of pain.

He rushes over to the dresser and takes out what seems like a bottle of pills and a bottle of water. If I weren't in so much pain I'd make a crack about him being a pill popper. He takes two pills out and reaches for the water "here take these, Hank said they'd help" What are they, poison?. "What are they? Poison?" I try to say acidly, but my throats dry and my voice cracked half way. "no Pyro, painkillers. Looks like you got really messed up, man." he ignores my remark.
I turn to him to say something but he just looks at me persistently, still holding the pills and water. "fine, I'll take the damn pills" I croak. I take the two pills in my hand and pop them into my mouth, the bitter taste quickly washed away by the water. "give em a few minutes to kick in" Bobby advises, he pulls a chair beside the bed, sits down and starts twiddling his thumbs.
An awkward silence envelops the room, he's looking down at the floor like his eyes were glues in place. The pain in my head dissipates "Bobby…." I begin, that got his attention. "if you have something to say… spit it out". his mouth opens to say something but quickly snaps shut. "you alright?". "that's all?… whatever". "look, Pyro I'm just trying to help" his crystal blue eyes turn harsh. why the hell's he calling me that? He's getting angry. I shift uncomfortably, finally realizing he could kill me if he really wanted to. "its not Pyro anymore, he's dead" I say deadpan as I swallow the lump in my throat. "The names John" my voice cracks. God I must look pathetic. his eyes soften. "John…I'm sorry" my eyelids are getting heavier, so…tired "Why… are you sorry…it's not….your…fault" I say before exhaustion overcomes me.

Where am I? Oh yeah this is Magneto's old hideout. "hey pipsqueak, where are you?" a harsh voice said in the distance. Oh shit, its him. I sprint through the woods, going left and right in hopes of throwing him off. "It's no use, Johnny-boy, I'll find you. I can smell your fear". If I weren't so scared I'd wonder how the hell he can do that. I don't even have my Zippo either, I'm screwed. The scenery starts to blend, but I have to keep running, he's catching up. A quick look over my shoulder was all it took, and I tripped over a root and the ground came crashing towards me as I close my eyes and wait for an impact that never came. He had me by the collar of my shirt. Sabertooth. This was a routine, every time a mission failed or he was just pissed in general, which was quite often, he'd come looking for me; his personal punching bag. "if you beg I might go easy on you" this was a lie, I learned that day one. He balled his first and I waited for the inevitable. . .

"John wake up!" My eyes shoot open, someone was hovering over me. I try to get away, but even trying to move is painful. "John snap out of it, its me, Bobby" Bobby? I immediately calm down. And look around the room, it was just a dream…"John, it was just having a nightmare, you alright?" sure if you mean recalling a fuckin mountain-man beating the shit out of you 'alright' then I'm just dandy. "I'm fine!" I say icily. "ok god, I was just wondering cause you've been sleeping for the past few days" he says simply. "h-how long?" I ask, the pain in my head is coming back. "bout two and a half days".

I close my eyes to try and block out the pain. "uh, Bobby can you get those pills….My head feels like its cracking open" without missing a beat he grabs the pills and bottle of water off the bedside table. After quickly downing two of them and polishing off the water, I look over to him. he looks… distressed. "did I do that?" he points to his forehead. "yes you did" I say simply. "I'm sorry" he murmured barely audible. "you it's not your fault" "yes it is!" I flinch at his tone and look away. "no it wasn't, it was my fault for joining Magneto in the first place. It wasn't your fault I got injured, It wasn't your fault I got shot, its not your fault I'm here now… and its not your fault I don't belong here, its all my fault." I murmur pitifully. "John…" his voice trails off, John what? 'John you do belong here'. "Save it for someone who cares Iceman"."No john, time for you to listen. It wasn't your fault. Sure you made a bad mistake but you have the chance to make it right now." you know, it's weird but he's actually right. "fine as much as it pains me to say it….your right". "I know I am" he smiles sweetly. You know he looks kinda cute…what the hell am I thinking!

Was it worth the wait? Did I kill it with the ending? C'mon I need some feedback….I've been gone for too long……PLEASE COMMENT!