InsaneJournal

Who: John Pyro and Peter.
What: John got all his lovely gifts.
Where: Out fron of his house.
When: Morning of gifts.
Rating: PG-13ish? Pyro is lighting fires and being angry.

This Tuesday John had hoped it was going to be a good. In fact, when he went to bed the evening before, he knew it was going to be a good day this fine Tuesday.

John was really fucking wrong.

First thing he saw when his eyes opened was a figure standing over his bed. It scared the day lights out of him. Jumping practically out of bed Pyro went scrambling for something to light a fire with so he could torch this prowler, though he stopped short. In was a mannequin wearing extremely familiar clothes. His clothes. It was his outfit from when he was in his villain days and now it was here. There was something about seeing it that caused John some deep seeded feelings. So much, he didn't want to deal with that right now.

Moving from his room giving the mannequin a wide berth John moved himself down to the kitchen. Starting his coffee John glanced at a pair of envelopes on his counter. That was also weird, but to be fair, this place was the strangest in how it operated. Listening to the coffee maker start John scooped the first up tearing into it John read the letter. "Dear Mr. Allerdyce," John rolled his eyes some and continued reading. "My name is blah blah blah.." Boring boring. "Would like to thank you- blah blah.. on behalf of.." Then John read the name. "On behalf of Senator Kelly.." Now the letter had his focus as the pit of his stomach sank deep. "As a token of our gratitude, we delivered a number of boxes with a variety of campaign merchandise." Looking up from the letter he moved from the kitchen to his living area and saw it all. His living room was turned into a god damn campaign headquarters. Okay. Coffee, then deal with the Kelly mess, then figure out his suit.

Going back to the kitchen, John eyed the other envelope. Everything said don't open it, but John being John, he picked up and tore it open, and he thought his day was bad before. John froze and stared at the wedding invitation. A stunningly made card for the save the date. Picture of his Ki- no, not his Kitty the arms of that Russian bastard Colossus. John couldn't tear his eyes away from it, and that only caused his blood to boil. The straw to break the camel's back one would say. Turning and walking towards a wall he grabbed a knife that was still sticking in it, where he had left it from his and Kitty's first trip abroad the doors together. Yanking the knife out, adjust the invite so he could than stab the knife back into the wall right through the big shiny metal X-Man's head.

Every rational bone in John said he shouldn't let this eat at him, but damn it did. Grabbing a random shirt and pulling it on, Pyro ripped his front door open. Is front yard was littered with campaign signs for Senator Kelly for President. Disgusting. It was all disgusting. In systematic order, John started throwing boxes of campaign swag out the door far out in his yard. "Fuck this." Pyro growled at no one, especially his concerned pokemon looking at him from the stairs staying clear away from him. Soon enough John was out in the front of his house tearing out campaign signs to add to his pile when he felt the presence of another person. Looking up and seeing Quill, John half snarled. "What?" Sparking the lighter, John stared into Peter's eyes as he willed the flame into a fireball and right into the pile of campaign goods. "I'm not in the mood for anything, Peter."