Author's note;

This story is being redone. A lengthy period of time has gone by without any updates for a couple of reasons, one of them being severe writer's block. The whole "Pyro with a sister storyline" was going no where so I've decided to make this a completely different story. It will focus around Pyro seeking revenge on the X-Men. Hopefully you stick around and enjoy it. Current chapters two through five will be rewritten to fit the new plot and new chapters will be added soon.

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Revenge.

He wanted revenge.

It was the only thing that John Allerdyce, no, Pyro, could think of. It consumed him, every second of every day since the battle on Alcatraz Island. Despite the advantage they had in numbers, The Brotherhood had lost the battle when they went up against the X-Men with the majority of the mutant army had either been cured, arrested, or turned into ash by his former teacher, Jean Grey. But the truth was, Pyro didn't care about any of that. The thing that made Pyro's blood boil with rage was what had happened to him.

At first, Pyro had been winning the fight against Iceman. He had him, he had him on his knees. Iceman was finished...he had won. But then from out of no where Iceman turned his whole body into ice and froze Pyro's hands. He had no idea Bobby could do that, and was in too much shock to realize there was still fire surrounding them to continue on with the fight when Iceman lunged forward and headbutted him, seemingly as hard as he could. That's when everything went black.

Not knowing how much time went by as his blurred vision began to come back, Pyro could hear the sound of screaming and people running but had no idea what was going on as he was only half-conscious. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled to his feet and thrown over the shoulder of somebody, then carried off the island by whom Pyro assumed was a surviving member of Magneto's army. Pyro then finally woke up in the back of an ambulance. His head had stopped pounding, his hands were thawed, thankfully there had been no permanent damage. At least that's what Pyro had believed at first.

That was until he heard the voice.

He began hearing the voice several days ago. It was a voice he only recognized from his nightmares. Several days ago he found himself standing in the middle of an apartment somewhere in San Diego with no recollection of how he got there.

"Where the hell am I?" Pyro asked himself out loud as he looked around the living room.

'Don't you remember?'

Pyro spun around, wildly looking for who had just spoke.

"Who said that!?" Pyro yelled. "Who said that!? Where are you!?"

'Go to the bedroom.'

He heard it again. It was like a telepath, like Xavier was in his mind. Hesitantly, he did what the voice said and walked to the bedroom door. Pushing it open, Pyro immediately gagged from the stench and his eyes widened in shock once he saw the two dead bodies. One male, one female laying in the bed, burned to a crisp.

"Did I do that?" Pyro said as he closed the door and back away.

'We did that...and we enjoyed it.'

"Who are you, who's saying this?"

Was he going crazy?

'There's no need to be afraid, John. I brought you here, I kept you safe. So, what are we going to do next?'

"There's no 'we'," Pyro snapped, not caring how it must have looked, talking to some voice in his head. He was far too angry. "I'm going to find Bobby Drake and kill him."

'You want revenge?'

"You're god-damn right I do."

'Then killing him isn't enough. That would be too quick. We need to break him first, take away everything he holds dear. Piece by piece until he has nothing left, until he is begging for death. And then finally grant his wish.'

At this, Pyro began to laugh hysterically. He walked over the couch and sat down. He began to scratch his head.

"You sure have a dark side, pal," he managed to say as his laughter came to a stop.

'We all do.'

Suddenly, a rush of power surged throughout his entire body. Pyro looked down at his hands in shock when his hands grew hot, glowed for a few seconds before a burst of flame came out of both his palms. It made him jump right off the couch, which caught fire. The flames from his hands then extinguished. What the hell was that? He had no lighter, no source of fire. Pyro continued looking at his hands for a few moments before concentrating, and then, quite easily, was able to bring it back.

He got back up to his feet as he continued examining his hands. He had to be dreaming, some kind of coma nightmare. First a fucking voice was talking to him and now this? He could create fire now? Maybe Bobby hit him in the head a little too hard.

"Is this real?" Pyro whispered, this time hoping for an answer back. Sure enough;

'This is very real.'

"How am I doing this?"

'We are doing this, John. I am your full potential. I've always been here, waiting for you.'

Pyro smiled.

'Now...Bobby Drake. Where do we begin?'

Thinking to himself for a couple of minutes, Pyro remembered;

"Boston," he whispered. "His family lives in Boston."

It took him a week to travel across the country.

Somehow, even though he had only been there once, the drive there after the school had been attacked by Stryker's men, Pyro was able to recall the route of how to get to the Drake household. It was going on six o'clock at night as Pyro slowly walked up the driveway. There were still slight scorch marks in the lawn, a reminder of his last visit. He walked around the house, carefully looking through the windows until he saw Ronny Drake sitting with his Mom and Dad in the dining room, apparently finishing their dinner. A sick grin came over Pyro's face as a large fireball formed in his right hand.

The last thing he saw was the Drake home exploding in flame.

'Horror...' the voice whispered to him. 'Death...pain...I want more.'

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"Ororo."

Ororo Munroe jumped, a squeak arising from her leather chair when a deep male voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see that Forge, a former X-Man who had returned to help out with the teaching in this semester.

Forge's mutation was that he had a superhuman talent for invention and was a intuitive genius. Forge had fought in the Vietnam War and lost an arm and a leg in an explosion. Once he recovered, Forge discovered his talents when he created a cybernetic replacement for his lost limbs and was soon hired as an employee of the defense department. That was when he was discovered by Charles Xavier and brought to the mansion. Forge was instrumental in creating the Danger Room as well as putting the finishing touches on Cerebro.

"The new students have gathered, Ororo." Forge finished.

"Thank you, Forge," she responded, "I'll be out in a minute."

Forge nodded and turned to the leave the office. Ororo signed a few more papers before getting up and crossing the office that once belonged to Professor Xavier. Her eyes caught the motorized wheelchair that once belonged to the founder of Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters before heading out the door. The office belonged to her now and it was still taking some getting use to.

Taking a deep breath, Ororo walked to the lobby of the mansion where four new students were standing together along with the teachers they would be learning from. Logan stood with his arms crossed, Ororo assumed the events of Alcatraz were still taking it's toll on him. It was likely still taking it's toll on everyone. But life needed to move on, and as hard as it might be, this was moving on.

"Welcome, everyone," she said aloud, "To Xavier Academy. My name is Ororo Munroe, headmistress and professor. As you already know, the goal of the Academy, as set out by its founder and namesake, Professor Charles Xavier, is to not only educate you in life, but to also help you control and optimize your mutant abilities. Now, why don't we start off by you introducing yourselves, and telling us what your ability is?"

She then looked to a blonde haired girl that was standing off to the far right. She had a punk-rock look to her and Ororo wondered if she had any interest in singing or performing.

"My name is Alison Blare," the girl stated. "I can covert sound into light beams."

Ororo nodded and looked to the boy standing next to her. He had a blonde crew cut and a pretty good build.

"Sam Guthrie, I can fly at the speed of a jet."

The men standing around all seemed to be impressed by that.

"Rahne Sinclair," the small girl with long black hair then stated, "I can turn into a wolf."

"Interesting," Ororo stated. She then looked to the last student, a tall Native American teenager.

"James Proudstar," he spoke in a deep voice. He then shrugged. "I can do a lot."

"And what would 'a lot' be?" Logan then asked, much to Ororo's surprise.

"I have enhanced senses of sight, smell, hearing. I can see in darkness and can sense danger coming from miles away," Proudstar then continued, "I have enhanced strength, and I can run and swim faster than any Olympic gold medalist."

Logan then smirked. This kid certainly had X-Men potential written all over him.

"We are pleased to have you all," Ororo spoke again. "You may or may not be aware that there have been many changes in the school within the past year."

The others looked down at the floor. Changes was one way of putting it. Another way of putting it was that three of the former teachers were dead.

"Xavier Academy," she continued, "will now look slightly different than the school we once knew. Old friends, old students of the school have returned to help continue your education."

She motioned her hand to a red haired man in his late forties who was wearing a green turtle neck sweater. His code name was Banshee and he was one of the members of the original X-Men team. Ororo contacting him, hoping that she could get him to come in and help and fortunately for her, he agreed.

"This is Professor Sean Cassidy, he will be teaching English class. His daughter Theresa also attends this school, you'll likely be in classes with her. Professor Logan will be teaching health and physical education."

Logan shook his head. The term 'professor' was going to take some getting use to.

"Finally, this is Professor Forge, the history teacher. I will be teaching you all science. We are still looking to bring in a math professor. In the meantime,"

Ororo then looked to the youngest of the X-Men who were standing together and introduced them as well;

"Bobby Drake, Kitty Pryde, and Pitor Rasputin. They all just recently graduated. If you need help with anything, do not hesitate to ask them."

She was finishing up and about to take them on a tour of the mansion when Warren Worthington III entered the room.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Warren said before looking to Bobby. "There's a phone call for you from your aunt. She says it's an emergency."

Everyone looked to Bobby as his brows furrowed and followed Warren out of the room at a brisk pace. He reached the study and picked up the telephone that had been resting on the sofa corner.

"Hello?" Bobby asked into the phone. "Aunt Sarah?"

On the other side of the line, he could hear faint sound of a woman crying.

"Bobby…" the woman began.

"Aunt Sarah?" Bobby asked again, now feeling a slight panic begin to course through his veins. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Oh, Bobby," Sarah said through the tears. "There's been an accident."

"What happened?"

Sarah sobbed again.

"There was a fire at your parents house."

That was the only thing she got out before Bobby dropped the phone.