FIC: The Downside To Being One of the Bad Guys (Ch.5) (Pyro/All) (X2)
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Title: The Downside to Being One of the Bad Guys
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He arrived at the infirmary a few minutes later. It
was empty except for Hank, and the unmoving body of
John Allerdyce. �He�ll be out for about an hour.
He�s weak so I didn�t want to over sedate him.�
Xavier nodded solemnly. Hank didn�t question his
decision. He only nodded and quietly walked out of
the room, leaving Charles alone with Pyro. The
telepath closed his eyes; it would be easier if he
didn�t have to look into that familiar face. With a
deep breath he pushed into Pyro�s mind.
Even in the blissful peace of unconsciousness Pyro
felt it immediately, the ping of a telepath entering
his mind. Natalya had described the feeling, warned
him of what felt like. John was her best friend in
the Brotherhood and she was his. Natalya was
telekinetic and when her powers manifested had been
sent to the Avandale Hall School for Mutants. It was
a horrible, abusive place that reduced the students to
just their powers. Part of her training was
developing extensive mental shielding and defense
against telepaths. She and her classmates had
undertaken a coup, overthrown their Headmistress and
left. After they�d gone their separate ways Natalya
put herself through school. She�d gotten a doctorate
in Biotechnology. A known mutant Magneto recruited
her for the Brotherhood right out of school.
Natalya had also taught him a last ditch defense
against a telepath. Once they were in the only
defense was to keep them from what they want and make
it very uncomfortable to stay in there. The only mind
arsenal a non-telepath had were memories. As soon as
he felt the ping John flooded his mind with memories
of horrors he�d endured.
John remembered his real dad, throwing him against the
wall, pushing him against the wall, screaming about
how disgusted he was by his son. Charles saw it,
heard it, felt the sadness and loneliness John had
felt. He tried to push past the memory, get to the
information he wanted. John�s mind switched to Mrs.
Martin, sitting him down and explaining that they just
couldn�t handle the responsibility of another child
now that they had a baby on the way, that they didn�t
want him anymore, they had to send him back. Xavier
shifted his search again but was assaulted by the last
foster home, where his powers had manifested. Mr.
Garanski had him pinned against the dining room table.
One of the man�s strong forearms was across the boy�s
throat, holding him down and strangling him. Mr.
Garanski dropped an elbow onto the struggling teen
grumbling about how that government check wasn�t worth
keeping such a pile of puke around. There had been a
candle burning on the dining room table. The
professor could feel the burning in the boy�s lungs,
how he just wished Mr. Garanski would leave him alone,
how he just wanted that fire to jump onto the monster.
He wanted that man on fire and to let him breath.
Then the fire jumped, just like he�d hoped. Xavier
could feel the incredible fear that gripped the young
man. He couldn�t even bolt for the door like he�d
wanted. Garanski put himself out and the man beat
John within an inch of his life. Xavier saw as his
foster father reduced the teen to a bleeding, bruised
and swollen mess. The sight stabbed at Xavier�s chest
and left a dull ach that permeated his entire being.
Xavier pulled back, disgusted. He was the most
powerful telepath in the world. It was true he could
have pushed harder, deeper and ripped the information
he wanted out. But he knew it would seriously damage
Pyro. He could come out a vegetable; if he stayed
stubborn Charles might even kill him. That was
something he could not do. Back from the astral plane
he looked at the boy in front of him, he was
twitching, valiantly trying to break free of
Charles wheeled out of the room without a word. The
matter was closed for him. When Hank decided the
young man was well enough to leave he�d be allowed to.
He would do no more; they�d just deal with whatever
Magneto had set into motion when he revealed his plan.
He spoke to no one as he went to his office. He
avoided Wolverine and Storm who were walking the
mansion�s halls; he didn�t want to talk to anyone yet.
The sad images in John�s head demanded his attention.
His guilt needed to be dealt with.
Hank watched the professor go by, not looking at him,
not saying a word. Apparently the deed had been done.
Hank headed into his infirmary to finish off his
report on John Allerdyce. The boy was twitching, so
Hank placed a warm furry hand on top of the little
smooth one. He was not prepared for the force with
which John jerked away. He pulled his arm back so
fast he rolled off the other side of the cot and onto
the floor. IVs crashed to the ground and monitors
wailed as they unhooked and could no longer detect
their patient. Hank leapt over the bed to survey the
damage. John was awake, it probably had prevented him
from hurting himself too badly when he fell.
Hank was about to scold the boy and put him back in
the bed but stopped short. Pyro had a sick, dead
chuckle. �You know I, I, I didn�t think he�d do it.�
Pyro was mumbling to himself. He shook his head lost
in his confused thoughts
�John�John, can you get up?� The look in his eyes
was full of anger and rimmed in fear. That was a
dangerous look. The boy looked at him suspiciously for
a moment and Hank could see him suppressing his
�Yeah, fine Doc. You a telepath too? Gonna crack
into my head?�
�I assure you, I have no telepathic abilities, your
mind is safe. Can I persuade you to get back in the
bed and allow me to reconnect your IVs?�
�Is the professor coming back?�
�I don�t believe so�
�OK� the boy was a little wary. Hank decided it was
time to return some of his property. He got the young
man back in bed and excused himself. He opened a
cupboard and removed the bag containing the remains of
John�s belongings. He boots had been fine, socks OK,
the rest of what he had been wearing was shredded
and/or badly blood stained. They�d need a donation if
he wanted to leave without risking indecent exposure.
But, in the bag was a little metal object that might
calm him down a little.
Hank stood next his patient. �I have something you
might like back� he said handing over the lighter.
�You really are going to let me hang on to this? I�m
dangerous you know.�
�You are. I�ve treated some of our people for burns
you�ve dispensed. But, considering the situation,
you�ve lost a lot of blood and can�t seem to stay
awake more than a couple of hours. I don�t foresee
you overpowering me.�
�Thanks� John mumbled. Floozy-click�floozy-click
�floozy-click filled the quiet room as he sat on the
bed. Hank wandered over to a computer to catch up on
a few scientific journals, the
floozy-click�floozy-click a soft background noise.
When he noticed it was quiet he glanced over and saw
Pyro asleep, lighter still clutched in his hand.
Magneto sat in his office, and glanced at his clock.
He�d called a meeting of his remaining minions.
Mystique was already there, leaning on his desk and
smiling. Sabertooth growled to himself in a corner.
There was a knock, and Magneto slid the door open to
find a patched up Toad and Glide, one of his
scientists he�d been using during the last few
missions. Jogging up behind them was Gambit, a New
Orleans thief that had recently joined up with the
�Have no fear, Gambit is here� announced the young
man as he took a seat.
�Oh good� Mystique said as she rolled her eyes.
�As you are all aware Pyro is with Charles back at
that school of his.� Magneto began.
�Prisoner ou Deserter?� asked Gambit from where he
was tilted so far back in an arm chair he was actually
looking at the ceiling, not the group.
�Prisoner� Magneto provided, �Wolverine stabbed him
so we let him be captured in the hopes Charles� medic
could save him.� Sabertooth growled loudly at
�How badly was he hurt� asked a concerned Glide.
�It was rather serious�
�I say we go to Xavier�s and bring John back.� Glide
�There is risk involved in that plan my dear. It is
unlikely Charles will just let one of us on to his
�I could go, he doesn�t know me� she suggested
�You and ol� Pyro snogging or something Natalya?
He�ll find his way back when he�s well again.�
�Grow up Morty. He�s my friend. I�m sure you�ve had a
friend before Toady.�
�I don�t like the idea of our rivals holding him�
�I�m just sayin� we gotta plan to finish, can we
really go chasin after Pyro now?�
�I�m going to have to agree with Glide mes amies, by
now Pyro should be well enough to travel and we can
let him recover here.� Remy added
�He was hurt pretty badly, if he�s survived he still
not be able to leave.� Mystique countered.
�He�s alive� Natalya said firmly
�Told you, snogging like rabbits.�
�Toad!� scolded Mystique from her seat close to
Magneto. �That�s enough�
�Thank you� Magneto smiled
�Aw, Remy like de fight.�
�Can we get back to the plan?� Mystique broke in.
�Glide my dear, I agree with you. I don�t want Pyro
with the X-men any longer than is absolutely
necessary.� Magneto explained, bringing order back to
the group. �So I will send you, Glide, to Xavier�s.
Pose as new student; then find a way to get yourself
and Pyro out. You can take the Corsica; it�ll help
with your cover. The rest of you, we will complete
our mission. Gambit and Glide have obtained the
necessary documents from their raid. We will be
infiltrating the lab tomorrow. �
The door bell rang. Someone was at the outside gate.
Storm glanced at the security camera. A girl stood
at the gate of the mansion, leaning on a beat up,
boxy, gray car, wearing a tank top, hip hugger jeans
and her hair in pigtails. She was a typical
adolescent girl. But, the best description of her
would be road weary. Storm opened the gate with a
press of a button.
The girl approached cautiously. �I�I�I�ve heard you
help people like me.� She stammered; then continued
in a hushed whisper, �I�m a mutant�. Storm looked at
the girl before her. She shouldered a backpack with a
green army surplus jacket threaded through one of the
shoulder straps. It clearly held all she owned in the
She wrapped her arms around the fidgeting girl.
�Don�t worry child, the professor can help you, you�ll
be safe here.� With that she led the girl inside.
�What�s your name dear?� Storm asked, leading her to
a couch in the parlor.
�Thanks� her responses were quiet, the girl was
either very shy or hadn�t been fairing too well with
being a mutant.�
�What�s your gift Natalya?� Natalya looked at her
for a minute.
�No one�s ever called it that before.� She smiled
and continued, �I�m telekinetic�
�You move things?� She nodded. With a flick of her
wrist a book fell off the bookcase across the room.
�Very Good� Natalya smirked.
�Yeah, it�s been a barrel of laughs having them.�
The professor arrived at this time, �Welcome� he said
warmly extending his hand. Natalya rose and shook
�Natalya Warrick� A puzzled look crossed Xavier�s
face. �You have mental shields, projecting
interference. I can�t sense you at all on the
surface; that�s most unusual.�
�Uh, OK� Natalya gave an awkward giggle. �I really
don�t know much about my powers.�
�Well, that�s why you�re here. Here you�ll be able to
develop your gifts, with others like you.�
�That�d be great, things really haven�t been going
well since the powers showed up� Jubilee walked by the
door of the parlor.
�Jubilee!� called Xavier. The Asian girl stopped and
popped into the room. �This is Natalya Warrick.�
Natalya stood up and extended her hand shyly. Jubilee
shook it vigorously. �She�s starting school here;
care to give her a tour?�
�Sure, come on Nattie!�
�OK!� beamed the new girl, picking up her backpack.
The professor had too much experience with runaways to
try and separate her from all she had. He smiled as
the two strolled from the room.
10 minutes later Jubilee was unconscious in a closet.
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