He is Fire, He is Pain
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Pyro stares at the ceiling of the special high-security prison for mutants: his current residence. It is night. The inmates are mostly sleeping, though he knows the guys in one cell down at the end play cards.
He closes his eyes, trying to sleep. It's a futile effort. He hasn't slept since he got here two days ago. He's heard the guards talking. They're going to try to cure him, and he stays awake and alert, convinced he can stop them when they do.
Pyro rolls over on the narrow cot to look towards the aisle and jumps back, stifling a yell.
Katherine Pryde is standing in his jail cell.
She looks like a shadow on a moonlit night, her form nearly invisible, and he wonders if she's phased.
"What are you doing here?" he demands harshly.
Seeing her stirs all sorts of feelings in him that he doesn't want to feel. He's spent so long trying to forget. Love. Joy. Her. It's not for a mutant like him. If he keeps telling himself she never could love him, he never could love her, he'll get over it.
He doesn't.
He closes his eyes, trying to sleep. It's a futile effort. He hasn't slept since he got here two days ago. He's heard the guards talking. They're going to try to cure him, and he stays awake and alert, convinced he can stop them when they do.
Pyro rolls over on the narrow cot to look towards the aisle and jumps back, stifling a yell.
Katherine Pryde is standing in his jail cell.
She looks like a shadow on a moonlit night, her form nearly invisible, and he wonders if she's phased.
"What are you doing here?" he demands harshly.
Seeing her stirs all sorts of feelings in him that he doesn't want to feel. He's spent so long trying to forget. Love. Joy. Her. It's not for a mutant like him. If he keeps telling himself she never could love him, he never could love her, he'll get over it.
He doesn't.
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