Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2012 21:56:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: silversummer88@yahoo.ca
Subject: X-Redemption Chapter 2

       Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the characters in this
story other than those that I created. This story will contain
homosexuality and I do not make any claims regarding the sexuality of anyof
the characters in the story. All of the X-Men and Villains presented in the
story (other than those I created) are the property of Marvel Comics.

            Author's Notes:

        With the disclaimer out of the way; I just want to say that this is
my first submission to Nifty and would really love to get some comments
about it. If you like the story, if you hate it, whatever send me an email
<silversummer88@yahoo.com>. I forgot to mention in the previous chapter but
I've taken some liberties with the ages of the X-Men and Brotherhood
characters in the story . I'll be mixing in some really popular characters
and some relative unknowns as well, so if you're an X fan you can skip the
character section, if not then you may want to check it out for a bit of
background.


        Characters:
       Conner -- 16 year old high school student, our main character
       Pyro -- 19 year old member of Brotherhood of Mutants, Australian,
pyrokinetic


       X-Redemption Chapter 2:


       I eventually find myself walking towards a train station. Thankfully
it's dark and there are very little people around at this time of the year
to begin with. I decide that before buying a train ticket I probably need
to at least deal with some of the bruises and see what kind of damage was
done.


       I stepped into one of the washrooms, which was thankfully empty and
proceeded to the sink. I look up and for the first time I see myself after
the events at home. There's no major swelling other than my cheek, there's
a bruise on my neck and one on my upper torso that's just visible from my
shirt collar. My right ear is slightly swollen and there are the remnants
of a small cut above my left eye. I lift my shirt to assess what other
damage was done and can see a few large bruises around my stomach area as
well as one on left side. Thankfully there don't seem to be any broken
bones or major internal damage. I try to sit down and see if there is any
further damage to my lower body but as I lower myself I feel it..a pain run
up my spine from my ass. The memories and images rush back to me...my
father holding two large rods and sticking it in me...he may not have had
the chance to stick his cock in me but he pretty much tore me apart
anyways. I look at the mirror again and I finally breakdown. I can't look
at myself anymore and I punch the mirror, adding cuts to my fist seemed
like something minor considering the other injuries I had already
accumulated.
       I begin to question out loud "Why couldn't he accept me? Why did he
need to do that?...Why couldn't I just have been born normal?...Why do I
need to be gay?" Looking back I knew the answers to all those questions,
but I felt the need to voice my frustration.


       As I step out of the washroom though I feel another pain to my left
side. This time though the pain is more sharp and there's a coldness that
comes along with it. I look to my left and I see a hand holding what can
only be a knife handle driven up against me. I look up and I see the face
of my attacker. He's probably in his late 20's or early 30's with a very
dishevelled face and unkempt hair. He reeks of booze and as he opens I can
tell that all his teeth are pretty much rotten.


       "I was just about to use the toilet there boy when I heard someone
whining. Someone saying that they were gay and asking why that was the
case. Then I see that you's the only one in there so I guess fag boy be
you, eh? Well guess what...me and my friends don't like you faggots
prancing around here's parts. And well we can help you's out with your
identity crisis as well." And with that he shoved me back into the
washroom.


       As he enters after me I can tell that he's not alone. With him are
two large guys both holding 2x4's. I know what they have in mind ...these
guys don't want to just hurt me...they want to end me. After all that I had
to go through today I can barely stand and defend myself. I feel another
swift kick to my gut as one of the larger guys begins his attack. In the
background all I can hear is the laughter of the little guy with the
knife. I somehow find myself in the corner of the washroom as one of the
large guys rushes at me with his 2x4. As he gets closer I realize that the
waves I saw in my dad's room had returned; I could see them again. Just
like with my dad I could see that the waves were coming from 2x4's chest,
this time though I felt like I could see the source.

       I couldn't understand it but it felt as though the waves were coming
from this guy's heart. I suddenly realized that I had some control over the
waves. I somehow understood that I could change the speed that the waves
happened. It was then that I had an idea...I rapidly sped up the waves that
were coming from 2x4's chest. I kept speeding them up and speeding them up
until, just before he was about to swing the 2x4 he was holding at my head,
I felt his heart completely give out. He collapsed on the floor dead.


It was then that I heard knife guy yell out; "He's not only gay, he's a
fucking mutie!"


       "Mutie" I had heard that term before in a news report. It was one on
mutants, people born with extraordinary powers. Was I one? I couldn't
really believe what I heard but then how am I able to explain what just
happened to the guy that was coming at me? Maybe I am a mutant, well at
least this makes this fight a little more fair.


       "What are we going to do, Rick? Can we fight a mutant" said the
other 2x4 guy.


       "What do you expect? He's weak and he just killed one of our own. We
need to take him out."


Considering that these guys just saw me kill one their friends without
lifting a finger, their decision to still attack me was either brave or
extremely stupid. Once again I tried to focus on either of their hearts.


       It was then that I realized that Rick's plan may not be all that bad
after all. I was certainly too weak and the loss of blood from my side
meant that I was certainly losing consciousness. I couldn't muster the
strength to activate my newfound power. It was then that I knew that this
was probably it. I was going to die at the hands of two homeless guys in
the restroom of an old train station...how my life had really fallen. I
decided that if this was the moment though then I was going to at least
face it like a man and look my attackers in the eye.


       I'm glad that I decided to do so because as I looked up I suddenly
saw what could only be described as a dog made completely out of fire
suddenly engulf the other man with the 2x4. If you've never heard a man
burned alive before then be glad because it is one of the most
bloodcurdling moments you will ever hear. The scream that escaped from this
guy was soul shattering. Almost as soon as his scream was over his burnt
corpse collapsed to the ground. It was then that I saw who it was that
saved me. In walked this dirty blonde haired guy, his hair was cut into a
faux hawk and he was wearing a gray hoodie and track pants. In his hand he
was holding a lighter which he was flicking open and close.


       "G'day there mates. I was only passing along when I could hear a
little ruckus happening o'er here. Now you there mate <looking at Rick>,
you better put away that bodgie knife of yours before one of us blokes gets
hurt."


       "Who do you think you are? You another one of them mutant
sympathizers?"


       "Mutant sympathizers?...ME?! Did you even see what I did to your
mate over there <points at the burnt corpse> I don't think I'm any ordinary
bloke now am I? Now you better rack off before I decide to give you the
same treatment as your mate."
       With those words Rick made a beeline for the door and started
running away. As he exited the door though my hero turned to me and said;
"Know what...I don't really like that bugger." And with that he flicked his
lighter open, ignited a flame, and with a wave of his hand the flame took
the shape of a bird and chased after Rick. A few seconds later all you
could hear was the screams of another man being burned to death.


       The guy who saved me then got down to my level on the floor and
began to help me up. "My name's Conner. Thanks for saving me" was all that
I could muster to say.

       "Don't mention it. My name is John but everyone in the Brotherhood
simply calls me Pyro."


I look over at my hero slightly confused; "The Brotherhood? What is that?"


       He looks at me with a sly grin, "You'll find out soon enough."