Warning: I honestly hate to admit this… but this is slash Lance/Pietro, and being a big Pietro fan and owner of a private collection of too-many-to-count Mary-Sue/Pietro stories, this really, honestly surprised me that I had it in me to write this… It is a sad story, and is written from the perspective of an unnamed mutant who I just invented for this story.
Extra-Super-Duper-Just-In-Case-Warning: I wrote this at 'bout 1am. 'Nuff said.
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feh. thought.
"feh." Speech.
She cried into her pillow, the last words of a boy she never met fresh in her mind. She had been called "gifted", but indeed it was a curse. The curse of never knowing whose mind you'll encounter next, or if you'll ever know them. The mind she had just encountered was the mind of a cocky young man with pale skin silver hair and pale eyes to match. She had been monitoring this unknown boy for weeks, learning about his life, his relationships. His troubles. She had heard the mind-bending, heart-breaking over-the-phone arguments the boy and his father had. Pietro. That had been his name. She could tell that he was on the verge of something awful, unaware of the strange presence watching over him and mourning the oncoming fate that lay on the boy like a thick, strange blackened ash from something like that of an explosion.
She never would have expected that there were others like her, "mutants" but apparently there were. And they had problems too. But his were too much to bear. It tore her from the most delicate and vital emotions of a human soul to her very flesh. She wanted friends… And he almost seemed like an unknowing one… She enjoyed learning of his odd life in the Brotherhood of Mutants, where he was referred to as Quiksilver and Maximoff… She was never called by a nickname or her last name… She resolved to give herself one. Later. It had until this point been unimaginable to her what could drive a person to take their very own life away, but now she understood. The hurt inside made her understand. She had come to appreciate this boy in a way she hadn't previously appreciated anyone. She was always alone… And now she wished she had a life… a life like the fast talking speedster who she now mourned… She struggled not to remember anything… But memories are tougher than that. It takes time to forget. So for a while she would have to remember…
Sorry that the prologue is so short… I'll work on extending the next chapter. I needed to write this much… And if I should stop writing this fic, send me annoying flames ordering me to continue, that oughta do it… Oh… and if the Magneto/Pietro relationship is scewed, please alert me.
Extra-Super-Duper-Just-In-Case-Warning: I wrote this at 'bout 1am. 'Nuff said.
/feh./ italics.
feh. thought.
"feh." Speech.
She cried into her pillow, the last words of a boy she never met fresh in her mind. She had been called "gifted", but indeed it was a curse. The curse of never knowing whose mind you'll encounter next, or if you'll ever know them. The mind she had just encountered was the mind of a cocky young man with pale skin silver hair and pale eyes to match. She had been monitoring this unknown boy for weeks, learning about his life, his relationships. His troubles. She had heard the mind-bending, heart-breaking over-the-phone arguments the boy and his father had. Pietro. That had been his name. She could tell that he was on the verge of something awful, unaware of the strange presence watching over him and mourning the oncoming fate that lay on the boy like a thick, strange blackened ash from something like that of an explosion.
She never would have expected that there were others like her, "mutants" but apparently there were. And they had problems too. But his were too much to bear. It tore her from the most delicate and vital emotions of a human soul to her very flesh. She wanted friends… And he almost seemed like an unknowing one… She enjoyed learning of his odd life in the Brotherhood of Mutants, where he was referred to as Quiksilver and Maximoff… She was never called by a nickname or her last name… She resolved to give herself one. Later. It had until this point been unimaginable to her what could drive a person to take their very own life away, but now she understood. The hurt inside made her understand. She had come to appreciate this boy in a way she hadn't previously appreciated anyone. She was always alone… And now she wished she had a life… a life like the fast talking speedster who she now mourned… She struggled not to remember anything… But memories are tougher than that. It takes time to forget. So for a while she would have to remember…
Sorry that the prologue is so short… I'll work on extending the next chapter. I needed to write this much… And if I should stop writing this fic, send me annoying flames ordering me to continue, that oughta do it… Oh… and if the Magneto/Pietro relationship is scewed, please alert me.
