Chapter1: Imperfect
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, I do own the character in which this story is put in their POV.
Akira: Hello everyone. I've been meaning to make a story like this, and since I've been going through an X-Men: Evo stage, I decided to use the plot with these characters. I'm sorry if some of them seem to be OOC, but I just guessed at how they would react to what happened. To be truthful, this is kinda something I've gone through before. I have a problem with depression, and so does this character. She's kinda made to be like me. Anyways, hope you like it. Please remember to R+R.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"Fuck! Yes, I know exactly what I'm saying! How can you stand there and say I don't know what the hell I'm talking about?!"
"You don't know what you're saying. You don't understand-"
"What don't I understand?! God, I understand fine!"
He looked at me with a calm face. I just wanted to kill him. I wished he would show some emotion. Anything. I wish he would just get angry, sad, disappointed, anything. He didn't. He sat there with that same look on his face for the past thirty minutes or however long we had been fighting. 'Don't you care?' My mind demanded as I looked at him. Of course not. No one cared what happened to me. I was alone, remember?
So why the hell was I standing here wasting my time on him. "I'm leaving," I whispered as I shouldered my bag and walked out of the room. I should have known. There was Kurt, Scott, Jean, Kitty, and a few others I didn't recognize. They were taking this to a new all time low. "Excuse me," I said softly as I pushed through them and began to walk away. Well, that was easy enough. "Emily!" Spoke too soon. 'I don't want to talk you!' My mind screamed back at them. I just continued walking, picking up my pace a little to give them the idea.
BAMPH! There was Kurt standing in front of me with pleading golden eyes. "Don't go!"
I smiley sadly at him. As much as I hated to admit it, I'd miss him. The fuzzy dude. I reached out and stroked his furry cheek affectionately. The brother I never had. I walked past him and continued on my way. "See you," I murmured though he was out of hearing reach. 'Never again,' My mind contradicted. It was always putting a damper on things. It was always right.
I was at the door, the exit of my life. The ending and beginning. I felt as though there should be some kind of ceremony or special way to go through doing this. I couldn't think of any on the spot, but it didn't matter. I reached out to push open the door to my freedom.
"Leaving already?"
I smiled. Of course, Logan wouldn't let me leave without trying to convince me not to go as well. "Great observation," I commented dryly as I pushed open the door and walked away. My walk went into a jog which broke into a flat out sprint over to the gate. It was locked. They thought that would stop me? I was too close to give up. Right now I didn't care if I had to chop myself up into little pieces, fit them through the gate, and somehow get put them back together. I would go that far just to get away. I took hold of the iron gate and attempted to climb it. This would be harder than I thought. I suddenly felt myself being pushed up by a force underneath me. I nearly toppled over the gate, but I managed to land miraculously on my feet. I looked up and saw Rogue standing there.
"Thanks," I said with a grateful smile.
"Get outta here 'fore Ah try to stop ya," Rogue commanded as she turned on her heel and began to walk back towards the Institute.
Wasn't exactly how I expected us to leave each other. "I'll miss you Rogue!" I called out after her to make sure she knew it. I started walking again. I had no plan, but I really didn't care too much. I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. "I'm free!" I screamed out loud, relieved.
I still went to school everyday. I'd need an education to get a job and take care of myself. The X-men never approached me, only stared from afar. I didn't care. I had no friends but myself, and I was okay with that.
I sat outside at lunch, eating what I could afford for lunch. I only had so much money, and I didn't want to spend it all before I could get a job. Not to mention, I wasn't about to go graveling back to the Institute.
"Hey, yo, you stink! Don't they let you take showers at that place?" Todd teased as he hopped in front of me.
I put down my sandwich and looked at him with boredom. "Actually, yes. However, I no longer live at that place and no longer wish to talk about that place. So please see yourself away from me."
"Hey, Todd what's up? Why you talking to one of the X-Geeks?" Lance walked up to us. 'Great,' My mind said while smiling inwardly, 'time to take out your rage.'
"She ain't no longer part of the X-Geeks yo!" Todd told Lance with a grin.
"Oh really?" Lance eyed me suspiciously. "Still, why you talking to her?"
"Cuz she smells man! She needs to take a shower yo! Make her look better!" Todd replied with a sneer in my direction.
"You could use a shower too, you know!" Pietro had zoomed up. He loved to tease Todd like a little bother.
"It wouldn't make a difference," I explained slowly to him, "he's already ugly no matter how many showers he takes."
Pietro and Lance chuckled as Todd glared at me. "Yo that ain't funny!"
"Your friends thought it was," I commented as I stood up. I tossed my half-eaten sandwich into the trash nearby and glanced back at them. "Some friends they are too," I added sarcastically.
"Shouldn't talk like that," Pietro warned as he zoomed up next to me. He walked with me, Lance and Todd trailing along behind. "You haven't got your friends to protect you."
"I don't need their help to kick your ass, Quick," I threw back. He could make all the threats he wanted. 'It's not like he'd actually do anything,' My mind stated matter-of-factly.
Pietro smirked and stood in front of me, keeping me from retreating any farther. "You ready to carry out that challenge?"
I lifted an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. 'You've got to be kidding me,' My mind said with a sigh. "Get out of my way," I commanded as I went to get past him. He quickly was before me. I went another way and there he was. I tried to get past a few times with no avail. "You're wearing my nerves thin," I warned. He began to run in circles around me, his evil laugh echoing through the wall that seemed to have formed around me.
He began to taunt me endlessly, "Weren't you gunna kick my ass? What happened to that threat? Not so tough now? Hey, bitch, c'mon! Over here, you're not even trying! Were you too freakish for that place? Huh? Did they dump you cuz you weren't good enough? You're not good enough! They didn't care about you! Hah, lil bitch! C'mon! Your parents dump you too? You've been unaccepted, rejected, chewed up and spit out!"
I felt a fat, warm tear roll down my cheek. Why was I crying? 'Why did I let him get to me? God, what the hell is wrong with me?!'
"You're screwed! You're so screwed! What's wrong?! You too freakish! Can't be normal? Can't be accepted? C'mon bitch! Try and get me!"
I was sobbing now, sniffs coming every now and then. He was just the voice that was inside my head, telling me how fucked up I was. "Go away," I whispered, hugging myself.
"Awww! C'mon! Lil bitch can't protect herself? You wanna make me stop? Make me stop! C'mon!"
"Go away."
"C'mon!"
I slowly sank down onto my knees, hunched over with my arms wrapped around myself. I only had myself to turn to. I heard Pietro stop right in front of me. My body was shaking from tears. I was trembling. 'God, don't!'
"Hey, yo, I think you made her cry," Todd said with confusion.
"Dude, she's really crying," Lance confirmed as he walked over to see me better.
"Serves the bitch right!" Pietro spat next to my trembling figure. "She couldn't take the challenge. I'm still the best."
They began to walk away. 'No, don't!' I reached out and grabbed Pietro's ankle. "What the hell?!" Pietro looked down at me, confused. I lifted my head slowly, looking up at him through my hair intensely. "Don't," I whispered softly.
"Don't what? Tell everyone that you cried cuz you couldn't take me?" Pietro asked with a smirk.
'He's hopeless,' My mind tried to convince me. 'You can't trust him!' I reached out for his hand. "Help me up, and I'll tell you," I offered, not taking my eyes off his.
"What do I need to be told?" He asked.
"Everything," I whispered.
"Pietro, let's go!" Lance said impatiently.
"Wait, this might be interesting, hearing what the former X-Geek has to say."
"Only you can hear," I corrected.
Pietro looked down at me again. "Only me huh?"
I nodded. "Do you wanna know or not?" I shook my hand to show it was still an offer.
"Alright, I'll take on any challenge," Pietro said with a smirk as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up with ease. I wiped the dirt off my knees and tried to fix my makeup without a mirror. "Well?" Pietro asked impatiently.
"Come with me," I instructed as I led him away from the school and over to a giant oak on the very outside of the school. I sat down on one of the roots sticking out of the ground and motioned for him to do likewise. He remained standing with his hands crossed over his chest. "Whatever suits you, but it's long," I cautioned.
"We have school-"
"Do you really care?" I asked. I knew just how to control him. "Thought you could take on any challenge."
"Hell yea!" He plopped down on a tree root across from mine to prove it. "Ok, shoot."
I smiled at him. Such irony. The one I should trust least was the one I was indeed trusting most. I liked that. Besides, the voice inside my head should know the whole truth before making accusations. "Well, it's hard to know just exactly how to begin."
"Just say it!" Pietro interrupted.
"I can't tell it if you don't shut up!" Pietro mumbled something but obeyed. "Alright, as I was saying. It's hard to put into words, but I need to have someone know and lucky you!" I tried to make it sound cheery. He looked at me with a bored stare. "Anyways," I shifted on the root to make it more comfortable. "Four days ago, I ran away from the Institute. I hated Xavier. I hated my life. I had to get away. My life was intoxicating. Everything was set up for me. My whole life was planned out on a sheet that they possessed. I was punished if I ever went against that sheet.
I had to wake up every morning at 5:00 precisely and be ready to do exactly 6 laps around the Institute. I had to eat everything I put onto my plate. I had to go to school everyday. I had to do my homework when I got home so I could go train at 4:30 until 6:00. I had precisely an hour before I had to go and eat dinner which lasted thirty minutes. Then we would all go watch TV though we had an option to do whatever we wanted. We were to take showers with a limit of fifteen minutes each to make it fair. Then we were put to bed and lights had to be out by 9:30 exactly. Logan and Ororo would go around and check.
Everyone had their nose in my business. They knew everything about me. They were all so perfect. They were never a minute behind but a minute early. They never had too much but just what they need. They were always close. They were always so happy. I was the outsider of the group. I was always not a minute late but ten. I never had too much but too little. I was always so far away. I was depressed.
As for Xavier, Ororo, Logan, they lied to me. All of em. They made promises that couldn't keep. I guess I don't blame them. I was beyond their reach. It was all my fault that my life was so fucked up.
I was the one who had a problem with the system. I was the one who couldn't just go along with it. I was the one who had to be a bitch about it. It was me. All me." I sighed heavily and felt tears once again roll down my cheeks as I thought about it all. "Those damn people, though. They leave wounds that will never heal. Some of the things they said to me. Some of the things they did to me. I'll never forget.
I just couldn't take it. My own life was killing me. I didn't want to wake up each morning. I didn't want to wake up at all, ever. I've jumped from place to place, but I can't talk about that. I ran away because I wanted another chance at a new life. I think I'll get one, but I don't know how it will happen. I guess I'll have to make it happen." I looked at Pietro for the first time during this one sided conversation. He was looking down. 'He doesn't care! Why did you expect him to?!' My mind yelled at me. He looked up when he noticed I had stopped. We just stared at each other for a few seconds of awkward silence.
"I'm sorry. I can't help you," He said as he stood up and began to walk off.
That's what he thought I was doing? Asking for help from the 'Great Pietro'?! That arrogant bastard! He thought he was the best and everything revolved around him. I just launched myself at him. He turned around in time to have me tackle him onto his back. I pounded my fists into his chest. "What the hell is your problem?!" I was the one screaming this! He pushed me underneath him to keep me from killing him. He held my wrists above my head in a tight grip and used his body weight to keep me down.
"Maximoff?! What the hell are you doing?!" We both looked up surprised at Scott Summer's voice. "Get off her!"
Pietro was stunned though, and so he was thrown off me. I looked at him, concerned. 'What they hell? Concerned? Well . . . he does know my secret.'
"You forcing her!" Scott yelled angrily at him. This was creating a scene and other students began wondering over to where we were. Pietro just stared at him emotionlessly. 'Say something! Tell him!' My mind screeched.
"You bastard! You just went to a new low! Even for you!" Scott continued trying to be the hero. I stumbled to my feet. Scott got in front of me as though to protect me. 'Stop trying to play the hero!' I looked at Pietro who was still just staring at Scott emotionlessly. 'What is wrong with you?! Fight back! You did it to me!'
"Scott, stop," I pleaded, but he didn't hear me. He was blinded by anger. I glanced at Pietro worriedly. 'What's up? You just wanted his ass kicked a few minutes ago! Why not now?' Before anyone could say anything, Scott and Pietro were in a full blown fist fight. Of course, the other Brotherhood members came and began beating up on Scott as well, and the other X-Men came and began beating up on the Brotherhood. Everyone watched in awe at the huge scene before them with me smack dab in the middle. I closed my eyes. 'This is not happening.'
The teachers came and pulled the guys apart, sending them each to the nurse and then the office. It was all my fault as usual. I sighed as I dazed off in my Physics class. It's always my fault, and I'm so sorry.
The next day Pietro, Lance, Todd, Fred, Scott, Evan, Kurt, and Ray weren't there because they were suspended for the day. I wasn't really even at school. I was off in my own little world of depression. My black chaos that surrounded me when I let it. I was depressed again. I had caused my life to be this way. Every choice I made, every action I took molded me into who I was now. I didn't like who I was now.
It was two days after the fight, and all the boys were back from suspension. I don't know why, but I was looking forward to this day. Despite other feelings, I sought out Pietro all throughout the school day. It was fourth period. I knew he would be there. I eyed his seat until he came in and sat down.
Pietro turned around during class and looked straight at me. He mouthed something slowly so I could understand it before turning back around.
'They're not perfect.'
I smiled secretly to myself and diverted my gaze out the window. I needed to hear that.
A/N: Well, this is as good a place as any to stop right? Hope you liked the first chapter. Please R+R!