"You've got nothin' on me." Firefly punches Pyro in the gut, watching him double over and cough.
Magneto watches from a corner, a twisted smile playing across his face. They were in a large metallic room. Pyro and Firefly were sparing. Well, Pyro was sparing and Firefly was beating Pyro to a bloody pulp.
The boy straightened up only to be punched again.
"That's...it!" he wheezed, raising his hand he pulled at the air.
Firefly laughed, but that laugh soon turned to a cough. She had never felt colder in her life. Her hands were held by an invisible force in front of her. Flames flowed like water from her palms, gathering in Pyro's waiting arms. He was draining her of her fire.
Her spirit.
Magneto watched in interest. Pyro could remove the fire from Firefly's body.
Firefly looked like she was suffocating. What little color had been in her partially concealed face had vanished, her skin turning a deathly gray. Her face turned upward. She looked so confused, so helpless. Then she let out a startling roar and charged the boy who had stolen her power. She knocked him down and the fire fell from his hands, flying back to Firefly. It hit her square in the stomach, burning her clothes. Surprisingly, it didn't burn her flesh at all.
She stood up, knees knocking together, nose flaring with not-so-suppressed rage. Firefly turned away from the shocked boy on the floor to the old man standing in the corner.
"I've got one question, Mr. Magneto." She says, voice shaking. She sounded as if she was going to scream with anger or break down crying. "Why, out of the thirty-three pyro-technic mutants who reside at Xavier's, did you choose to kidnap me?"
"Thirty-three?" Magneto asked with a smile.
"I counted once. All of which are faster, smarter, stronger. All of which could control their power much better than I could. Why me?"
Magneto ponders for a moment, then answers with a loving smile. "You have something not one of them did. Raw power and not even a shard of control. But a need to control it. Everything you listed makes you imperfect, which makes you perfect. For our cause."
Firefly screams in anger and fire instantly lights up around her clenched fists. Pyro comes out of no where, stealing the flames from her hands. She turns on him, a bull ready to gore the matador.
"Cage the beast." Magneto says to Pyro. The pair start fighting again.
"Such strength." Magneto whispers to himself. He watches the youngest member of his brotherhood fight. She moves so quickly and erratically, Pyro is having trouble keeping pace with her. In fact, he can't keep pace at all.
Erik Lensherr wonders if he should have picked one of the other thirty-three pyro-technic mutants at Xavier's School.
A/N: Chapters 15 and 16 are unusually short, even by my standards. So, sorry in advance.