Love's Past Turmoil
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Love's Past Turmoil
Authors: Mana & Athena, THis is being posted by Thena
E-mail: mana4x2@yahoo.com.au/mercurypagen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG.
Summary: Story adapted from two previous RPG’s that both Mana and myself were a part of. Main characters are Swann (MUC), & Wolfsbane, of whom Thena will be writing for; and Mana (MUC), Pyro, Iceman, Gambit, Rogue, Wolverine, & Sabretooth, of whom I will be writing for. Both of us will bring in other characters as needed. A big huge thanks to Chris for giving us permission to keep several earlier JP’s we had done for the RPG this was adapted from.
Category: Alternate Universe. The characters of Pyro and Wolverine are different versions to the original. All others are somewhat similar.
Disclaimer: The X-Men and the X-Men movies are the properties of Marvel Comics, Inc. and 20th Century Fox Studios. No copyright infringement intended in any way. No offence also intended to the creators of the original Wolverine and Pyro.
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PART 1
Wrong Choice/Bad Mistake
In the quiet corner of Pyro's mind, usually reserved for deep thought and meditation on those thoughts, a voice screamed and screamed to be taken notice of. That voice had started as a small warning the moment St John Allerdyce had left the Xjet against Bobby and Rogue's preference, had quieted itself while he endured the pain of the Cerebro attack, and had become more intense the moment he made the choice to walk aboard the Chinook holding Magneto and Mystique.
This voice had screamed at him for the first time when Sabretooth had ripped someone apart for no apparent reason. It had continued to scream at him every time he witnessed similar events in his stay with the Brotherhood. And this voice, this part of him that was still a good person and knew what they were doing, what he was doing, was wrong had literally torn his skull apart with the worst headache when John had, himself, participated in his first ever direct murder. A murder ordered by Sabretooth when Magneto wasn’t around.
Normally, Pyro found it easy to ignore this screaming voice, this part of his subconscious that was trying to let itself be heard, to be taken notice of, to change the thoughts of its owner's conscious mind.
Lately, though, Pyro found himself drifting, listening to this heartbroken side of himself he previously ignored without hesitation. Especially when he found himself alone in the quarters Magneto had shown him to when they had arrived at the Brotherhood hideout.
And, right now, he was alone, wallowing in his own self-pity. Self-pity that had only begun to show itself just recently, after he had witnessed something that had sickened him to the core. Something he could not get out of his mind.
Flashback
"What? You've got to be kidding me?" Pyro objected. "I can't kill a kid!"
Victor Creed stared at him. "You are a part of the Brotherhood, John, right?" he asked.
John hesitated only slightly. "Yes."
"Then you will follow my orders. Move!”
Pyro felt his spirits fall, heard that voice in his subconscious scream at him that he could not do this! Looking at the man, who John was slowly starting to fear and hate with all his heart, he nodded, leaving the room, following the others.
End Flashback
Pyro had gone with Creed and he had been there when Victor had chosen an innocent family on a morning stroll, tearing up the man and his wife right in front of him, and turning to him, ordering him to burn the two young children alive!
Pyro had flicked the lid off his Zippo lighter and had drawn back the flames but the moment he had turned to push the flames towards the children cowering in the corner of the man's lounge room, eyes wide with fear and confusion, memories of all the young mutants he had often looked after at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters came flashing into his mind, and he could not do it. Victor had back handed him for that, knocking him out.
He had woken up here, thankful he had not seen how Sabretooth had finally disposed of the children. But feeling an emotion he had not felt in a long time. Remorse.
John reached up to touch the massive bruise forming across his left eye, wincing at the pain. With his other hand he flicked the lid off his lighter again, igniting it and staring into the orange flame. Something that brought him great comfort at even the worst of times.
~Stupid.~ John thought. How stupid could he be to defy Sabretooth’s orders even if he knew Magneto would never have agreed to what his henchmen had done?
St. John was startled from his thoughts as the metal door to his room was flung open.
"You are awake then." Creed observed.
Pyro glanced at Sabretooth as the huge man entered the room. He chose, however, to say nothing.
"Cat got your tongue?" asked Victor. "If not, one will soon.”
Pyro had no time to react as Victor lunged for him, pulling him off the bed by the throat and forcing him to stand.
"I gave you a direct order, John." Sabretooth hissed. "An order you defied. I don’t like being defied, John." His eyes bored into the young mutant. "Why did you defy me?"
Fear radiated in the pyrotechnist’s eyes. He had been punished many times before but never for outright defiance. He fought to find the right words but could only manage a mumbled, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Sabes repeated John's words, his voice actually cordial, even conversational in tone. He raised an eyebrow at Pyro, waiting it seemed, for the younger man to discover what he 'didn't know'.
"I say you do know." Victor growled, seconds later.
Pyro could not speak. He was now paralysed with fear for he knew the punishment was coming. How he wished the floor would open up and swallow him at this point. How he wished he had listened to Rogue and Iceman when they had told him to stay aboard the Xjet. Closing his eyes, he waited. Waited for the pain that was sure to come.
"Very well, John.” Creed continued, driven by the fear he could smell radiating from the youngster.
Pyro's knees buckled and he could feel the hot tears burning at the corner of his eyes.
Sabretooth held him up then flung him against the wall. Sliding to the floor, Pyro withdrew into himself, picturing beautiful, orange flames as the cat-like mutant began to beat him unmercifully.
**
Blood soaked the leaves and the grass under him. The nighttime sounds filtered through his dizzy mind as he gradually regained consciousness. With a moan, St. John realized he could not see properly out of the right one. He didn't need to see, however, to know that Sabretooth had thrown him out into the forest surrounding Magneto's lair. Creed had left him to the elements and wild animals to dispose of.
As if right on cue, a timber wolf howled in the near distance and an owl hooted in the tree directly above him. He was surprised vultures hadn't alighted and begun to feast on his wounded body.
Rolling over, wincing with every movement, Pyro glanced back at where he knew the hidden entrance to the base was, slowly pulling himself to his feet and making to head in that direction.
In mid step he stopped.
Why was he going back? Looking around, a deep guttural sob racked Pyro's body, where else could he go?
Falling to his knees, images of Bobby and Rogue's smiling faces ran through his mind. They would never have turned their backs on him. Never have left him to the mercies of one of the cruellest mutants known. Even Scott's punishments had been mild in comparison to what he had experienced here over the last five years.
~How stupid have I been?!~ he cried, in his mind, punching the dirt beneath his right hand. ~But I can't go back to the school. They would never accept me back.~ He glanced up at the hideout. ~And I can't go back in there either. What's stopping Victor from tearing me to pieces the way he had...~ His thoughts trailed off as he remembered what Victor had done to the man and his wife.
The tears fell from his eyes as he climbed to his feet. He was surprised to find Victor had left his Zippo lighter in the pocket of his now torn beige-coloured shirt.
With one last look into those orange flames he loved so much, he flicked the lid shut, turned on his heel and walked away from the horror that had been the last five years.
E-mail: mana4x2@yahoo.com.au/mercurypagen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG.
Summary: Story adapted from two previous RPG’s that both Mana and myself were a part of. Main characters are Swann (MUC), & Wolfsbane, of whom Thena will be writing for; and Mana (MUC), Pyro, Iceman, Gambit, Rogue, Wolverine, & Sabretooth, of whom I will be writing for. Both of us will bring in other characters as needed. A big huge thanks to Chris for giving us permission to keep several earlier JP’s we had done for the RPG this was adapted from.
Category: Alternate Universe. The characters of Pyro and Wolverine are different versions to the original. All others are somewhat similar.
Disclaimer: The X-Men and the X-Men movies are the properties of Marvel Comics, Inc. and 20th Century Fox Studios. No copyright infringement intended in any way. No offence also intended to the creators of the original Wolverine and Pyro.
PLEASE READ AnD REVIEW!!
********
PART 1
Wrong Choice/Bad Mistake
In the quiet corner of Pyro's mind, usually reserved for deep thought and meditation on those thoughts, a voice screamed and screamed to be taken notice of. That voice had started as a small warning the moment St John Allerdyce had left the Xjet against Bobby and Rogue's preference, had quieted itself while he endured the pain of the Cerebro attack, and had become more intense the moment he made the choice to walk aboard the Chinook holding Magneto and Mystique.
This voice had screamed at him for the first time when Sabretooth had ripped someone apart for no apparent reason. It had continued to scream at him every time he witnessed similar events in his stay with the Brotherhood. And this voice, this part of him that was still a good person and knew what they were doing, what he was doing, was wrong had literally torn his skull apart with the worst headache when John had, himself, participated in his first ever direct murder. A murder ordered by Sabretooth when Magneto wasn’t around.
Normally, Pyro found it easy to ignore this screaming voice, this part of his subconscious that was trying to let itself be heard, to be taken notice of, to change the thoughts of its owner's conscious mind.
Lately, though, Pyro found himself drifting, listening to this heartbroken side of himself he previously ignored without hesitation. Especially when he found himself alone in the quarters Magneto had shown him to when they had arrived at the Brotherhood hideout.
And, right now, he was alone, wallowing in his own self-pity. Self-pity that had only begun to show itself just recently, after he had witnessed something that had sickened him to the core. Something he could not get out of his mind.
Flashback
"What? You've got to be kidding me?" Pyro objected. "I can't kill a kid!"
Victor Creed stared at him. "You are a part of the Brotherhood, John, right?" he asked.
John hesitated only slightly. "Yes."
"Then you will follow my orders. Move!”
Pyro felt his spirits fall, heard that voice in his subconscious scream at him that he could not do this! Looking at the man, who John was slowly starting to fear and hate with all his heart, he nodded, leaving the room, following the others.
End Flashback
Pyro had gone with Creed and he had been there when Victor had chosen an innocent family on a morning stroll, tearing up the man and his wife right in front of him, and turning to him, ordering him to burn the two young children alive!
Pyro had flicked the lid off his Zippo lighter and had drawn back the flames but the moment he had turned to push the flames towards the children cowering in the corner of the man's lounge room, eyes wide with fear and confusion, memories of all the young mutants he had often looked after at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters came flashing into his mind, and he could not do it. Victor had back handed him for that, knocking him out.
He had woken up here, thankful he had not seen how Sabretooth had finally disposed of the children. But feeling an emotion he had not felt in a long time. Remorse.
John reached up to touch the massive bruise forming across his left eye, wincing at the pain. With his other hand he flicked the lid off his lighter again, igniting it and staring into the orange flame. Something that brought him great comfort at even the worst of times.
~Stupid.~ John thought. How stupid could he be to defy Sabretooth’s orders even if he knew Magneto would never have agreed to what his henchmen had done?
St. John was startled from his thoughts as the metal door to his room was flung open.
"You are awake then." Creed observed.
Pyro glanced at Sabretooth as the huge man entered the room. He chose, however, to say nothing.
"Cat got your tongue?" asked Victor. "If not, one will soon.”
Pyro had no time to react as Victor lunged for him, pulling him off the bed by the throat and forcing him to stand.
"I gave you a direct order, John." Sabretooth hissed. "An order you defied. I don’t like being defied, John." His eyes bored into the young mutant. "Why did you defy me?"
Fear radiated in the pyrotechnist’s eyes. He had been punished many times before but never for outright defiance. He fought to find the right words but could only manage a mumbled, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Sabes repeated John's words, his voice actually cordial, even conversational in tone. He raised an eyebrow at Pyro, waiting it seemed, for the younger man to discover what he 'didn't know'.
"I say you do know." Victor growled, seconds later.
Pyro could not speak. He was now paralysed with fear for he knew the punishment was coming. How he wished the floor would open up and swallow him at this point. How he wished he had listened to Rogue and Iceman when they had told him to stay aboard the Xjet. Closing his eyes, he waited. Waited for the pain that was sure to come.
"Very well, John.” Creed continued, driven by the fear he could smell radiating from the youngster.
Pyro's knees buckled and he could feel the hot tears burning at the corner of his eyes.
Sabretooth held him up then flung him against the wall. Sliding to the floor, Pyro withdrew into himself, picturing beautiful, orange flames as the cat-like mutant began to beat him unmercifully.
**
Blood soaked the leaves and the grass under him. The nighttime sounds filtered through his dizzy mind as he gradually regained consciousness. With a moan, St. John realized he could not see properly out of the right one. He didn't need to see, however, to know that Sabretooth had thrown him out into the forest surrounding Magneto's lair. Creed had left him to the elements and wild animals to dispose of.
As if right on cue, a timber wolf howled in the near distance and an owl hooted in the tree directly above him. He was surprised vultures hadn't alighted and begun to feast on his wounded body.
Rolling over, wincing with every movement, Pyro glanced back at where he knew the hidden entrance to the base was, slowly pulling himself to his feet and making to head in that direction.
In mid step he stopped.
Why was he going back? Looking around, a deep guttural sob racked Pyro's body, where else could he go?
Falling to his knees, images of Bobby and Rogue's smiling faces ran through his mind. They would never have turned their backs on him. Never have left him to the mercies of one of the cruellest mutants known. Even Scott's punishments had been mild in comparison to what he had experienced here over the last five years.
~How stupid have I been?!~ he cried, in his mind, punching the dirt beneath his right hand. ~But I can't go back to the school. They would never accept me back.~ He glanced up at the hideout. ~And I can't go back in there either. What's stopping Victor from tearing me to pieces the way he had...~ His thoughts trailed off as he remembered what Victor had done to the man and his wife.
The tears fell from his eyes as he climbed to his feet. He was surprised to find Victor had left his Zippo lighter in the pocket of his now torn beige-coloured shirt.
With one last look into those orange flames he loved so much, he flicked the lid shut, turned on his heel and walked away from the horror that had been the last five years.