Post by Pyro on Sept 16, 2006 10:29:02 GMT -5
Pyro flexed his fingers as he sat at the computer keyboard. It was about time he got round to doing this. When he had first come to Genosha with Magneto - oh, so long ago now - he had started keeping a private journal. It hadn't taken a lot of searching through the files to find it and he'd spent the past half hour or so reading through the - pitifully few - older entries. More than one of them had left him puzzled, as if he couldn't quite remember what had happened.
He scrolled up the screen to the top.
Decision made, it seems.
I took the leap of faith and came over to Magneto's cause. I can't quite explain what the final push was. I think it had more to do with watching Bobby and Rogue sitting there in that jet refusing to go against what they'd been told, when people were possibly in danger. I couldn't sit by and wait like a good little boy, though.
Somewhere in between then and getting onto that helicopter, something inside me snapped. It wasn't until we were somewhere well away from Alkali Lake that I realised just what I'd done.
Do I regret it? No. I do regret that I'll have to find some way of apologising to Kitty, but Magneto's views on the mutant situation are so right. Professor Xavier is blind if he thinks he's ever going to encourage middle ground between the two factions - because that's what we are. We are factions.
We are at war.
He scrolled down a couple of pages and stopped at the next entry that caught his attention.
I have no idea who that bloody Mystique thinks she is, but the training programme she's putting me through is killing me. She keeps pushing me and pushing me and pushing me. She continually refers to me as 'the child' whenever Magneto's around. It pisses me off. Stupid blue bitch and her stupid naked bits. Man, how am I supposed to CONCENTRATE when she shakes her money maker at me constantly?
Good tits, though.
That made him smile briefly. He really had been impressed by Mystique's nakedness for the longest time - but then at some point his brain had overridden the fact she wore no clothing and he'd just gotten used to it.
Thinking about Mystique was a complex thing for John right now and he closed his eyes against it for a moment or two.
He continued scrolling.
It wasn't easy, but the meeting went OK, all things considered. At least I got my important stuff back. My copy of Catch-22, the photos of my mom...boy, am I glad I left that place.
Thinking of the copy of Catch-22, John sighed. He'd left it in Baltimore. That he could live with. The thing that stung was the fact that the four passport-sized photos of his mother had been inside it.
He scrolled a little more furiously.
Magneto's plans are moving along at a phenomenal rate. He's made arrangements for us to head out to the US to recruit a group of mutants he's heard about. Some woman calling herself Callisto, apparently. He says that if she's who he thinks she is, her power will be most useful.
He's also tracked down where Mystique is being held: a rolling jail, apparently. He's got Gill and Python doing triangulation and with a little luck, we should find her soon. I never thought I'd say this, but I hope we get her back. I sort of got used to the daily training and regular bouts of squabbling. Note to self: don't let Mystique know I missed her.
There, the entries had stopped. He'd not written anything since before Alcatraz. His mind had been too far gone by then to think about such mundane things as writing in his journal. But now? Now he could think clearly.
It's been too long since I wrote in here. Things sort of ran away with me, really. I could linger and write an entry that's filled with self-pity and misery, but really, what's the point in that? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, they say. Case in point: I should be able to bench press an eighteen-wheeler I'm that strong now. I can't, of course, I still remain pretty puny in a physical sense.
My powers have expanded exponentially. I have days where I alarm myself with what I am now capable of. No longer just fireballs, no sir. Now I can create things made of fire. Tangible things, too, not just artistry.
Magneto was lost to us at the battle of Alcatraz, a loss which sits heavily on both my shoulders and my heart. Professor Xavier is also dead; murdered by that red-haired witch who made my dreams so terrible when I was at the Institute. From what I've had reported, however, she's now dead as well.
I've not been well, and I'm ashamed of that fact. In that period, I have caused more hurt and damage, not just in a physical sense, to the people I care about than I could ever have conceived. What I did to Mystique, in particular, bothers me greatly. I don't blame her for leaving; I would have done the same.
But ever onwards, ever upwards. We all have trials that we must overcome if we are to succeed in our ventures. And there I go sounding just like Magneto.
Ah, old man, if you were here right now, what would you say? Would you be glad that I kept the Brotherhood alive for the sake of your memory and for what you taught me to believe in? Would you be furious at me for what happened with Mystique? I miss you - and Mystique both. Between you, you started to shape me into who I've become; a weapon created in the fires of your forge.
The Brotherhood will live on and we will strive for mutant freedom. I will live to that for the rest of my life, until the breath leaves my body in a final gasp.
And in that final gasp will be the three words I know to be Absolute Truth.
Magneto was right.
John saved the file and shut down the computer. He had work to do, but it wasn't sitting in front of a computer. It was working with his hands. It was creating a future for what was now his Brotherhood - and it all began with building.
He scrolled up the screen to the top.
Decision made, it seems.
I took the leap of faith and came over to Magneto's cause. I can't quite explain what the final push was. I think it had more to do with watching Bobby and Rogue sitting there in that jet refusing to go against what they'd been told, when people were possibly in danger. I couldn't sit by and wait like a good little boy, though.
Somewhere in between then and getting onto that helicopter, something inside me snapped. It wasn't until we were somewhere well away from Alkali Lake that I realised just what I'd done.
Do I regret it? No. I do regret that I'll have to find some way of apologising to Kitty, but Magneto's views on the mutant situation are so right. Professor Xavier is blind if he thinks he's ever going to encourage middle ground between the two factions - because that's what we are. We are factions.
We are at war.
He scrolled down a couple of pages and stopped at the next entry that caught his attention.
I have no idea who that bloody Mystique thinks she is, but the training programme she's putting me through is killing me. She keeps pushing me and pushing me and pushing me. She continually refers to me as 'the child' whenever Magneto's around. It pisses me off. Stupid blue bitch and her stupid naked bits. Man, how am I supposed to CONCENTRATE when she shakes her money maker at me constantly?
Good tits, though.
That made him smile briefly. He really had been impressed by Mystique's nakedness for the longest time - but then at some point his brain had overridden the fact she wore no clothing and he'd just gotten used to it.
Thinking about Mystique was a complex thing for John right now and he closed his eyes against it for a moment or two.
He continued scrolling.
It wasn't easy, but the meeting went OK, all things considered. At least I got my important stuff back. My copy of Catch-22, the photos of my mom...boy, am I glad I left that place.
Thinking of the copy of Catch-22, John sighed. He'd left it in Baltimore. That he could live with. The thing that stung was the fact that the four passport-sized photos of his mother had been inside it.
He scrolled a little more furiously.
Magneto's plans are moving along at a phenomenal rate. He's made arrangements for us to head out to the US to recruit a group of mutants he's heard about. Some woman calling herself Callisto, apparently. He says that if she's who he thinks she is, her power will be most useful.
He's also tracked down where Mystique is being held: a rolling jail, apparently. He's got Gill and Python doing triangulation and with a little luck, we should find her soon. I never thought I'd say this, but I hope we get her back. I sort of got used to the daily training and regular bouts of squabbling. Note to self: don't let Mystique know I missed her.
There, the entries had stopped. He'd not written anything since before Alcatraz. His mind had been too far gone by then to think about such mundane things as writing in his journal. But now? Now he could think clearly.
It's been too long since I wrote in here. Things sort of ran away with me, really. I could linger and write an entry that's filled with self-pity and misery, but really, what's the point in that? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, they say. Case in point: I should be able to bench press an eighteen-wheeler I'm that strong now. I can't, of course, I still remain pretty puny in a physical sense.
My powers have expanded exponentially. I have days where I alarm myself with what I am now capable of. No longer just fireballs, no sir. Now I can create things made of fire. Tangible things, too, not just artistry.
Magneto was lost to us at the battle of Alcatraz, a loss which sits heavily on both my shoulders and my heart. Professor Xavier is also dead; murdered by that red-haired witch who made my dreams so terrible when I was at the Institute. From what I've had reported, however, she's now dead as well.
I've not been well, and I'm ashamed of that fact. In that period, I have caused more hurt and damage, not just in a physical sense, to the people I care about than I could ever have conceived. What I did to Mystique, in particular, bothers me greatly. I don't blame her for leaving; I would have done the same.
But ever onwards, ever upwards. We all have trials that we must overcome if we are to succeed in our ventures. And there I go sounding just like Magneto.
Ah, old man, if you were here right now, what would you say? Would you be glad that I kept the Brotherhood alive for the sake of your memory and for what you taught me to believe in? Would you be furious at me for what happened with Mystique? I miss you - and Mystique both. Between you, you started to shape me into who I've become; a weapon created in the fires of your forge.
The Brotherhood will live on and we will strive for mutant freedom. I will live to that for the rest of my life, until the breath leaves my body in a final gasp.
And in that final gasp will be the three words I know to be Absolute Truth.
Magneto was right.
John saved the file and shut down the computer. He had work to do, but it wasn't sitting in front of a computer. It was working with his hands. It was creating a future for what was now his Brotherhood - and it all began with building.