Disclaimer: not mine. There. No more disclaimer for the rest of the story. One at the beginnng is enuff as long as its there. :)
A/N: I thought about what to write. Since I'm soo "good" at angst, I decided that. *sigh* You may want kleenexes on hand for this one...... I dedicate this story to all those wonderful Evietro writers out there... even the ones who arent soo wonderful, though there arent any. :) R/R!!
Why I Hate Cupid
Love. Love can be a grand thing at times. It gives you a little flutter in your heart and a big, unstoppable grin on your face that you can't send away... but it can also be horrible. It can leave you asking why, with you heart scarred and tattered.
It's hard to tell in my case.
As I lay here, grasping the one I love in my arms, tears stinging my face, blood seeps out of a newly made stomach wound and stains the ground various shades of red. And I ask why.
In my state, a mix of shock and delirium, I almost don't here the others coming. I almost don't feel one of them wrapping their arms around me telling me that everything was going to be okay as my body is wracked with continuous sobs.
They try to move me away from him.
"No!" I scream. I sound like a whiney, whimpering kid. I don't care.
They jump back. I suppose I startled them, but I see it as a good thing. I don't want to leave him.
I'm there for almost an hour before the cops and paramedics arrive. I suppose Jean Grey has called 911 because Scott hasn't moved from the other side of the room yet.
I glance up to him in wondering awe. He's statue-esque. His face is frozen in a mixed expression of anguish and shock. He's still holding the gun in his hand, staring at it as if it just told a joke he dosen't get.
It takes three paramedics and a cop to drag me away from Evan. They strap him to a gurney and wheel him onto the first of the two ambulences, then take Lance to the second. I think, for a faint moment, it's a good thing all this happened downstairs.
By this time, I'm crying again. I just can't help it. I walk over to where the few X-Men and the rest of the brotherhood had gathered together and fling my arms around Todd. We cry together.
The situation is too new to us. The details hadn't sunk in yet and we haven't dealt with death before.
Although the paramedics have already left with Evan and Lance, I doubt they will make it. Lance, I know, is dead. A bullet to the head is pretty conclusive evidence to that. Half of his face is gone, so I suppose Lance would prefer to die instead of live as, not only a mutant, but a deformed one at that.
Evan was shot in the stomach. He was still alive when the paramedics took him away. So why was I crying? Evan could still live.... The possiblity of "What If?" scared me to death... No pun intended. Maybe I'm still in shock.
The police questioned everybody and took Scott down to the station; he was the one who shot Lance afterall. He looked dazed as they ushered him into the cop car and they had taken the gun away from him.
The remainder of us, myself, Todd, Jean, Freddy and Kurt, drove over to the X-Mansion in Scott's car. Jean drove with Freddy up front and I was put in the back next to the window, with Kurt and Todd.
The scenary reminded me of Evan. The school where we had our first kiss, the park where he tried to teach me how to skateboard. I remember every detail.
The sun had been shining and school had just gotten out to welcome summer. Evan and I were walking together to the Brotherhood house.
"Let's go to the park," Evan said, out of the blue.
"Why?" I asked.
"C'mon," Evan grinned, taking my hand in his, "It'll be fun."
"Are you gonna teach me how to board?" I asked, eyes lighting up like Christmas trees. I really, really wanted to learn. I figured that, if I did, I would feel closer to him. Yeah, yeah, I know it's dumb.
Evan grinned at me, "Totally!"
It was fairly wobbily, I noticed later as i stood on it, Evan's warm hands on my waist.
I gave myself a little push with my foot as I've seen evan do so many times. I think he was really happy with me. I rolled down the pavement, gaining speed and losing confidence.
"How do you stop?!" I called back to him.
Even if he replied, I didn't hear him. I had hit a bump, a small crevice in the pavement, and my feet slid out from under me as the skateboard went flying.
"Ugh," I groaned, my back hitting hard on the pavement. The board landed upside down on the grass, wheels still spinning.
Evan ran up to me and kneeled at my side.
"Oh man, Pietro. Are you okay?" he asked me, "Does it hurt?"
"Yessss," I said, feigning pain.
Evan's eyes went wide with concern, "Where does it hurt?"
"Right here," I said, pointing to my lips, "Will you kiss it better?" I asked in my most innocent voice.
Evan looked surprised as he caught onto my little game. "Well, I suppose I could..." He leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft massage. I sighed into his mouth and he broke the kiss, "Feeling better?"
I smiled my most genuine, "Mmm.... excellent...." He pulled me to my feet and I winced slightly. 'Injuries are no fun. Well...' I thought, glancing over to Evan, 'They are a little....'
A/N: There you go. A little fluff and losta angst. :) Now be a good reader and reveiw if you want another chapter.
A/N: I thought about what to write. Since I'm soo "good" at angst, I decided that. *sigh* You may want kleenexes on hand for this one...... I dedicate this story to all those wonderful Evietro writers out there... even the ones who arent soo wonderful, though there arent any. :) R/R!!
Why I Hate Cupid
Love. Love can be a grand thing at times. It gives you a little flutter in your heart and a big, unstoppable grin on your face that you can't send away... but it can also be horrible. It can leave you asking why, with you heart scarred and tattered.
It's hard to tell in my case.
As I lay here, grasping the one I love in my arms, tears stinging my face, blood seeps out of a newly made stomach wound and stains the ground various shades of red. And I ask why.
In my state, a mix of shock and delirium, I almost don't here the others coming. I almost don't feel one of them wrapping their arms around me telling me that everything was going to be okay as my body is wracked with continuous sobs.
They try to move me away from him.
"No!" I scream. I sound like a whiney, whimpering kid. I don't care.
They jump back. I suppose I startled them, but I see it as a good thing. I don't want to leave him.
I'm there for almost an hour before the cops and paramedics arrive. I suppose Jean Grey has called 911 because Scott hasn't moved from the other side of the room yet.
I glance up to him in wondering awe. He's statue-esque. His face is frozen in a mixed expression of anguish and shock. He's still holding the gun in his hand, staring at it as if it just told a joke he dosen't get.
It takes three paramedics and a cop to drag me away from Evan. They strap him to a gurney and wheel him onto the first of the two ambulences, then take Lance to the second. I think, for a faint moment, it's a good thing all this happened downstairs.
By this time, I'm crying again. I just can't help it. I walk over to where the few X-Men and the rest of the brotherhood had gathered together and fling my arms around Todd. We cry together.
The situation is too new to us. The details hadn't sunk in yet and we haven't dealt with death before.
Although the paramedics have already left with Evan and Lance, I doubt they will make it. Lance, I know, is dead. A bullet to the head is pretty conclusive evidence to that. Half of his face is gone, so I suppose Lance would prefer to die instead of live as, not only a mutant, but a deformed one at that.
Evan was shot in the stomach. He was still alive when the paramedics took him away. So why was I crying? Evan could still live.... The possiblity of "What If?" scared me to death... No pun intended. Maybe I'm still in shock.
The police questioned everybody and took Scott down to the station; he was the one who shot Lance afterall. He looked dazed as they ushered him into the cop car and they had taken the gun away from him.
The remainder of us, myself, Todd, Jean, Freddy and Kurt, drove over to the X-Mansion in Scott's car. Jean drove with Freddy up front and I was put in the back next to the window, with Kurt and Todd.
The scenary reminded me of Evan. The school where we had our first kiss, the park where he tried to teach me how to skateboard. I remember every detail.
The sun had been shining and school had just gotten out to welcome summer. Evan and I were walking together to the Brotherhood house.
"Let's go to the park," Evan said, out of the blue.
"Why?" I asked.
"C'mon," Evan grinned, taking my hand in his, "It'll be fun."
"Are you gonna teach me how to board?" I asked, eyes lighting up like Christmas trees. I really, really wanted to learn. I figured that, if I did, I would feel closer to him. Yeah, yeah, I know it's dumb.
Evan grinned at me, "Totally!"
It was fairly wobbily, I noticed later as i stood on it, Evan's warm hands on my waist.
I gave myself a little push with my foot as I've seen evan do so many times. I think he was really happy with me. I rolled down the pavement, gaining speed and losing confidence.
"How do you stop?!" I called back to him.
Even if he replied, I didn't hear him. I had hit a bump, a small crevice in the pavement, and my feet slid out from under me as the skateboard went flying.
"Ugh," I groaned, my back hitting hard on the pavement. The board landed upside down on the grass, wheels still spinning.
Evan ran up to me and kneeled at my side.
"Oh man, Pietro. Are you okay?" he asked me, "Does it hurt?"
"Yessss," I said, feigning pain.
Evan's eyes went wide with concern, "Where does it hurt?"
"Right here," I said, pointing to my lips, "Will you kiss it better?" I asked in my most innocent voice.
Evan looked surprised as he caught onto my little game. "Well, I suppose I could..." He leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft massage. I sighed into his mouth and he broke the kiss, "Feeling better?"
I smiled my most genuine, "Mmm.... excellent...." He pulled me to my feet and I winced slightly. 'Injuries are no fun. Well...' I thought, glancing over to Evan, 'They are a little....'
A/N: There you go. A little fluff and losta angst. :) Now be a good reader and reveiw if you want another chapter.