Author's Note: This is from Pietro's POV. Takes place between Hex Factor and Ascension.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. If I did…. Uh… damn, I can't think of any funny things I'd have the cast do.
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Mirror Mirror
Vain.
Egotistical.
Self-Obsessed.
That's what they think of me. They think I'm obsessed with myself. They think that I'm the modern day Narcissus who stares into a mirror instead of a lake. They are dead wrong.
Although, I can see why they'd think that. After all, I am a pretty damn good actor. You could say I'm the best actor in the school. See? I slip into the role without even trying now. Yeah, that's right. It's a role, a farce, a mask of egotism that hides the real me, the real Pietro. But that begs the question; what's under the mask then? The answer? Not much. Under this mask, I'm nothing. The real Pietro isn't self-obsessed; the real Pietro is self-loathing. Bet you didn't see that coming huh?
What's that? You want to know why I would hate myself? Well, what the hell, they say that talking about your problems is supposed to help. The truth is; I hate myself because of the way I look. Don't look at me like that, I'm serious. I know I'm not fat like Freddy or ugly like Toad or furry like Freakshow, but if you ask me, I'm worse than all of them. I'm hideous because I look like him. Who's him? My Father, Magneto.
That's right, folks; self-loathing and father issues! This kid's got it all! What's that? Why is looking like my father bad? Well, doc, I think it all started when I was a little kid and my dad revealed that he was a super powered megalomaniac planning on taking over the world, then threw my twin sister into an insane asylum to rot. Yeah, that sounds about right. You can see why I'm not too thrilled to resemble him.
Who am I kidding? I don't just fucking resemble him; I'm fucking identical to him. Ice-blue eyes? Check. Silver hair? Check. Pale complexion? Check. Willingness to manipulate the people around us? Check. I look so much like him it scares me. 'Cause if I can look so much like him, what's to stop me from thinking like him, or acting like him? When I get old will I embark on a crusade to become the savior of mutantkind? Will I manipulate teenagers into fighting my battles? Will I treat my kids like expendable pawns?
So, yeah, that's why I loathe myself; why even my egotistical alter-ego doesn't like looking in the mirror. Did I mention that? No? Well, it's true. I hate mirrors. Every time I look in one he's always there, looking back at me. Pictures too. Everyone just assumes I move around while they take pictures because I'm impatient. In reality it's because it makes them come out blurry, and when they're blurry you can't tell how much I look like him. It's funny, I can remember Wanda demanding to know where father was hiding on several occasions and every time I said I didn't know. Really, I could have found him instantly just by looking in a mirror.
Fin.
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Author's Note: Ahhh, good ol' Pietro angst. This was longer in my head though. Oh well, maybe it lost content while I was pulling it out of my ass.
Yo, reader, c'mon man, hook me up wif some o that review shit…. I'm jonesin, man.
