Post by Pyro on Aug 7, 2006 16:07:49 GMT -5
After Cain had slammed out the office, John had leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed. He felt sick to the stomach and sick to the back teeth of the whole business. He wasn’t cut out to deal with this. He was a follower, not a leader. He’d been an idiot, a fool to believe he could ever step into Magneto’s place.
He allowed himself the luxury of wallowing in self-pity for a few minutes. Many opportunities had presented themselves over the past few days, but he’d not taken them up. Now, though, he felt like it. So he did.
Five minutes passed.
The self-pity turned to a faint sense of embarrassment.
The embarrassment flashed through anger at Cain and his stupidity, which twisted into anger at himself. His head was throbbing now. He’d had enough.
John did something that he’d not done in months. He logged the computer out and switched it off. He didn’t want to read any more news reports. He didn’t want to stare at the evidence of how abysmal his planning had been. He didn’t want to be reminded of his own plentiful shortcomings. He didn’t even want to be Pyro right now.
He wanted to be with Mystique.
He headed out of the office and turned the lights off – something else he’d not done for months. He would have locked the door had it not been wrenched from its hinges by the Juggernaut, and headed down the hallway to Mystique’s room. ‘Come back to me,’ she’d said before he’d left.
John pushed the door open and entered the room quietly.
“I came back,” he said, softly.
He allowed himself the luxury of wallowing in self-pity for a few minutes. Many opportunities had presented themselves over the past few days, but he’d not taken them up. Now, though, he felt like it. So he did.
Five minutes passed.
The self-pity turned to a faint sense of embarrassment.
The embarrassment flashed through anger at Cain and his stupidity, which twisted into anger at himself. His head was throbbing now. He’d had enough.
John did something that he’d not done in months. He logged the computer out and switched it off. He didn’t want to read any more news reports. He didn’t want to stare at the evidence of how abysmal his planning had been. He didn’t want to be reminded of his own plentiful shortcomings. He didn’t even want to be Pyro right now.
He wanted to be with Mystique.
He headed out of the office and turned the lights off – something else he’d not done for months. He would have locked the door had it not been wrenched from its hinges by the Juggernaut, and headed down the hallway to Mystique’s room. ‘Come back to me,’ she’d said before he’d left.
John pushed the door open and entered the room quietly.
“I came back,” he said, softly.