Fire Aches Beneath His Skin
He was wrong.
Just one slip—Pyro can't bring himself to think of the reason behind this aching beneath his flesh, this heat rolling about in his belly like a hatred, an unadulterated pain.
Betrayal.
He slams his fist into the side of a building as he walks along in the darkness of a New York night. He's free. He's fire. He's--
He cries. No one can see him now.
He drops to his knees. The aching intensifies.
And the fires begin.