John had known that his dad had had it in for him since the moment he'd learned he was a mutant. The dick never bothered to hide the fact that he resented the hell out of him for not being normal like him. So really, it wasn't that big of a shock that he was the one to stick the knife in first.
He winced and let out another sound of pain when his dad tugged the blade free. His side was throbbing and he clenched his eyes shut when he saw the old man moving his hand like he was going to stab him again but he didn't feel it. He slid one eye open and his dad hadn't gone anywhere or his buddies for that matter but he wasn't making another move with the knife again.
You should watch that mouth of yours, John, you never really knew when to shut up and quit while you were ahead. He opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off but his dad cut him off before he could say a damn thing. You should probably listen to him. He pointed the bloody knife towards the assshat with the mask.
John hadn't caught the first question but he heard the following two. His side still burned like fuck and he was bleeding, but he'd always hated being compared to humans or even mentioned in the same sentence. As if they were on the same level. They fucking wished. "I'll never be human," he ground out, anger clear in his voice.
He struggled against the grip on his throat and glared. "You don't know me because you don't fucking matter," he said pointedly then hissed when he felt fingers pulling at his torn skin. Jesus Christ.
Told you to watch that mouth of yours.
He wanted to know? Fine. If got his old man the fuck away from him. "Want a name? Pyro. Satisfied?" His glare didn't let up.
That's not your name, John.
He felt another searing sensation on his back and he couldn't hold in the cry of pain. Between gasps he spat out, "it's my real name... the only one that matters."