Pietro Angst (I'll think of a better name later!)
Even though I don't see anything wrong with that I had I don't want problems so A/Ns and my fighting with Pietro can now be found with the fic here: at my message board. I'll keep posting the whole thing there so if anyone wants to read it they can and edit it out when I post it here.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or any memebers of The Brotherhood no matter how much I wish I did.
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Pietro POV
I slide the blade across my arm watching the blood well up and run down over my pale skin to splatter in the sink.
I sigh in release as the physical pain overshadows my mental pain and takes my mind off my thoughts.
This is the only time when I'm free from thinking about my ex-friends and my twin who wishes me dead.
A loud banging on the door makes me jump and drop the blade to the ground with a clatter. "_PIETRO_! Get your ass out of there! You've been in there forever!" Wanda screamed.
"Uh I'll be right out!" I quickly pick up the blade up and wipe it off then close it and drop it in my pocket. I then rinse the blood off my already scabbing arm and rinse the sink before quickly wrapping some toilet paper around my arm and pulling down my shirt sleeve to cover where I cut my self.
"All yours sis!" I say putting on my normal mask of cheerfulness.
She snarls at me and shoves me out of her way before slamming the door in my face.
I don't let my mask drop as I walk at a normal human pace down to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Lance, Todd, and Freddy completely ignore me as I make my self a couple of sandwiches and grab an apple then go back to my room.
I eat my small snack along in my room then pull off the toilet paper around my arm to check on my wound.
It's almost gone already.
One of the perks of my mutation is fast healing. No scars no tell tail signs of my source of stress relief for anyone to find.
As long as I don't pass out from blood loss or anything no one will ever know.
I don't know if I feel happy about that or not...
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Wanda's POV
I hate him. I hate that little bastard so much. Leave me there. He left me there! He was my brother! He was supposed to protect me and he just let father leave me in that horrible place!
I shove past him into the bathroom. As soon as the doors closed something hits me as wrong.
Blood.
I can smell blood.
It's just one of those scents you never forget and know right away.
I look down and something caches my eye.
I bend down and touch a tiny spot and look at my finger.
Blood! And fresh blood at that.
But where'd it come from?
Pietro was the last one in here but why would be be bleeding?
I absentmindedly rub my arm as I stare at the tiny stop of blood on the floor and wonder why my brother would be bleeding in here.
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See note at top.
Even though I don't see anything wrong with that I had I don't want problems so A/Ns and my fighting with Pietro can now be found with the fic here: at my message board. I'll keep posting the whole thing there so if anyone wants to read it they can and edit it out when I post it here.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or any memebers of The Brotherhood no matter how much I wish I did.
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Pietro POV
I slide the blade across my arm watching the blood well up and run down over my pale skin to splatter in the sink.
I sigh in release as the physical pain overshadows my mental pain and takes my mind off my thoughts.
This is the only time when I'm free from thinking about my ex-friends and my twin who wishes me dead.
A loud banging on the door makes me jump and drop the blade to the ground with a clatter. "_PIETRO_! Get your ass out of there! You've been in there forever!" Wanda screamed.
"Uh I'll be right out!" I quickly pick up the blade up and wipe it off then close it and drop it in my pocket. I then rinse the blood off my already scabbing arm and rinse the sink before quickly wrapping some toilet paper around my arm and pulling down my shirt sleeve to cover where I cut my self.
"All yours sis!" I say putting on my normal mask of cheerfulness.
She snarls at me and shoves me out of her way before slamming the door in my face.
I don't let my mask drop as I walk at a normal human pace down to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Lance, Todd, and Freddy completely ignore me as I make my self a couple of sandwiches and grab an apple then go back to my room.
I eat my small snack along in my room then pull off the toilet paper around my arm to check on my wound.
It's almost gone already.
One of the perks of my mutation is fast healing. No scars no tell tail signs of my source of stress relief for anyone to find.
As long as I don't pass out from blood loss or anything no one will ever know.
I don't know if I feel happy about that or not...
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Wanda's POV
I hate him. I hate that little bastard so much. Leave me there. He left me there! He was my brother! He was supposed to protect me and he just let father leave me in that horrible place!
I shove past him into the bathroom. As soon as the doors closed something hits me as wrong.
Blood.
I can smell blood.
It's just one of those scents you never forget and know right away.
I look down and something caches my eye.
I bend down and touch a tiny spot and look at my finger.
Blood! And fresh blood at that.
But where'd it come from?
Pietro was the last one in here but why would be be bleeding?
I absentmindedly rub my arm as I stare at the tiny stop of blood on the floor and wonder why my brother would be bleeding in here.
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See note at top.