Owning X-Men Evolution is my third wish to Genie from Aladdin's lamp. In other words I don't own a thing.

This fic is a weird one. It has two endings. If you like the first one, don't read chapter 3. If you don't like it, read chapter 3. For other warnings we have suicide, massive angst and a very gentle slash indication.

Chapter 1

Pietro wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror. It was 4.30 a.m. The rest of the Brotherhood was soundly asleep, used to the speedster's morning routine. Good, no one will bother him.

"But is it really worth it?" he said to himself.

Albino thought of the boarding house. True, it was a shit hole, but at least he could call it home, not like any of his father's bases. And then there was his father. Man whom he hated and loathed, but still did everything he was told to impress him, like a lap-dog. Talk about toxic parents. That was a man who took his twin sister away, one that trained him mercilessly and never hesitated when it came to punishment.

But there were good things too. The Brotherhood for example. They had a really good time together, used to be friends. At least until Pietro betrayed them. Freddy was so angry then, Todd looked somewhere between sad and disappointed. Lance was... Lance was being himself, to be honest. Stubborn rock-head was probably angrier than Fred, but didn't show it. Pietro understood that. They used to be quite close at certain point, but he ruined it.

Pietro sighed. Memories of furious Wanda and Evan turning away, it all came back to him. He decided.

From the small cabinet he took out what he hid there months ago. Just out of habit, speedster checked the time. 5.30. Others will be up soon, he needed to hurry.

He put a razor against his wrists, the blade cutting pale skin like paper. Blood filled the sink, contrasting with its whiteness.

There was a knock on the door. Apparently Lance had gotten up. But Pietro simply couldn't answer, he was too fascinated by dripping blood.

"Tro, are you there?"

Speedster didn't answer. His legs couldn't hold him anymore and he fell on the floor. The last thing he saw before his eyelids fell over his eyes, was Lance, breaking down the door, his expression worried.

"Well, at least one person will cry at my funeral," thought Pietro.