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Chapter 2: I felt safe.

Sokovia: Streets of Sokovia

Pietro POV

The smoke was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your own face. I had my sleeve over my mouth and I told Wanda to do the same. We had been walking for minutes down the streets, with people from the whole town coughing from the smolder.

We hadn't seen anything like it. Fog that hurt your skin and eyes, like standing to close to the fire, it hurt and burned so bad that I couldn't help but scratch my hand. I wish I hadn't

When I did my mouth came into contact with the smoke and it burned my lips, and I yelled out. I hadn't felt anything like it, like I was burning from the inside out and I couldn't stop it. I was coughing and gagging. It hurt so badly.

"Pietro! What did you do?!" she still had her hand in front of her face but I didn't want her to feel the acid smog.

" Don't *Cough* Breath it *Cough* in!" it felt like someone had set my lungs on fire.

We kept walking farther and farther until I felt a change in my chest, like something had stabbed me in the ribs and was holding it, like you hold someone's hand when you cross the street.

"Pietro! You're bleeding!"

She was right, I was bleeding from my mouth… and I could feel it. Like my chest where filling up with blood that was supposed to be in my body. I wasn't able to catch my breath and I was coughing so much that I could feel my insides ripping open.

"RUN! *Cough, cough, cough* We! *Cough* have! *Cough, cough* to get! *Cough* out of! *Cough* here!" I couldn't breathe.

"Pietro!"

"JUST! *Cough* RUN!"

Wanda POV

"RUN!" so I ran.

We tried every street to get away from the poison that was eating at us. Going down alleys and roads that we had never seen before, and each way we went there were more and more people coming from the houses we passed by. There were women and children with babies in their arms, trying to keep them from breathing the air that was hurting others around them… even me.

After what felt like hours of going down roads and streets, something happened.

I turned around and I didn't see Pietro there. I ran back about 6 meters (20 feet) and saw him on the ground.

"Pietro?" he was lying in the middle of the street with blood pooling around his head. He was coughing and gagging with his eye's closed. I yelled at him, told him to get up… but he didn't respond. I yelled and yelled until I had caught some of the people's attention from the streets.

"Get him inside, you fool!" an older man said. He had a red scarf wrapped around his mouth and gloves on to protect his skin from the acid vapor.

"I can't get him to move!" I was on the verge of crying from the heart break of Pietro not moving.

"Ljubica! Help me get this boy inside!" he yelled at he with a harsh tone, something about it put me on edge, but I was to concerned for Pietro and I put the thought out of my mind.

As the man and woman moved Pietro. I could hear faint words coming from him, I was only able to make out parts of what he said, words like "get out" and "Wanda" it worried me that he was still speaking, which I know sounds weird, but for some reason I would have preferred it if he didn't speak like this. Maybe because I didn't want to see him in discomfort, maybe because I didn't want to hear him say my name when he was so weak… all I know is that I didn't like it.

Once we got inside I opened up my mouth to the air and breathed without the cover of my sleeve and swallowed it like it was my last breath. My skin felt weird though, like the feeling you get when you stand to close to an open fire. A feeling I just started to feel now, but maybe it was there all along and I had just noticed it.

The old man and woman put Pietro on the table that was in the kitchen started to take off his shirt "hey!" I said and started walking to them and Pietro. He was still whispering something but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"It's alright, I'm a nurse" the woman said "that smoke is poison; I need to get it out of his chest." She said it like it wasn't a big deal. Like it wasn't something I should worry about, like it is something that she does all the time.

She pulled out a knife and a bottle of something dark orange and then set them on the table and then went for something it the cabinets. She was like a dancer in a play, like she was moving with something that I couldn't see. She grabbed a box and then pulled out see-through gloves and slipped them on her hands.

Pietro was still coughing on his words like he was having a bad dream. I wished this was a bad dream, and I could just wake up right now and none of this would be real. I could just climb into my parents' bed and tell them all about it, then they would tell me that it was just a nightmare, that they were all okay and that I could sleep with them, the night. I was warmed by the thought and I wished that it could happen… that I would, in some way, change everything.

I was snapped from my thoughts when something grabbed my hand, tight. It was Pietro. His eyes were open and looking at mine. I screamed from the sudden movement from him. The woman looked at me and Pietro and then quickly went for something in a desk. She pulled it out so fast and then stuck it into his arm. It was something that looked like a pen but it had a very long point.

When it went into him I saw his eyes widen and then drop like he was falling asleep.

"It's okay, he will just sleep now" she put her hands up as if saying 'I didn't hurt him' and for some reason I believed her.

The man was standing next to the table looking over Pietro, Staring at him like a piece of meat, like an object that was his own. I didn't like it.

Hours passed and I held Pietro's hand as he slept on the table. I heard the two walk around, but I didn't care. All I cared about was lying on the table, sleeping. As the time ticked by I thought about what we would do. We had no family, money or place to go.

As my thoughts wondered I was caught off guard by the hand on my shoulder. I jumped in fright and hit a table behind me, which scared me even more. I looked behind myself and saw the man that helped me and Pietro.

The man looked at me and said "Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"You didn't scare me, sir" I don't know why, but the words left my tongue. Maybe I wanted to show him that I wasn't afraid of him.

"I wouldn't want you too." His words had almost no meaning, and too much meaning at the same time.

"What do you want?" I said, a little ruder then I had wanted it to come out.

"I wanted to know where your parents are. Maybe you two got separ-?"

"They're dead." I said, with a cold voice.

"Oh… I see." He gazed down to his feet and then we both stood in silent. We both didn't really know what to say to the other, just stood in the quiet until his wife came back in.

Once their eye met I saw something in her eyes. A fear of something that I didn't see. She looked at her shoes then went over to Pietro and got back to work and the man went into the other room.

She took Pietro's hand and held his wrist and then looked out into space, like she was counting.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a childish tone.

She stopped, then said, "I am checking his heart"

"What? How are you checking his heart from his hand?"

She looked at me then took my hand and placed it on Pietro's wrist. "Do you feel it?"

I shook my head and then she held my hand in hers and placed in back on Pietro's wrist and said "do you feel it now?"

I paused and, trying my hardest to feel what she wanted me too, then nodded my head when I felt the small beat coming from Pietro's hand. "I feel it!" I said with excitement.

"I will make a nurse out of you some day" she said, with a laugh.

I chuckled and then pulled my hand away from hers.

The man walked in and the said "how is he doing?"

I looked at his wife again and then saw the same fear that I saw before. 'She is afraid of him' I thought, but not dared to say it out loud.

She cleared her throat quickly then spoke with a rigid voice "He's doing fine. But he will need a couple of days to rest before he will be completely better."

The man didn't seem happy about this, like he wanted to get rid of us. He then stood in front of me then said "well, if you are going to be here then we might as well know each other's names." He offered his hand "I'm Lorenz, this is Ljubica…" he paused for me to say who I was and Pietro. "… and you are?"

"Oh, I'm Wanda, and this is my brother Pietro."

"Well Wanda, are you hungry?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, then I will make you some soup." He smiled then went to work on heating up some soup, and then came back with a steaming cup of soup and a small loaf of bread.

I took the soup and bread and thanked him, and then he went upstairs and left.

I ate the soup like a last meal and then ate half the bread. Then, when Ljubica wasn't looking, stuffed the half a loaf in my pocket for Pietro, when he wakes up.

After 10 minutes or so Ljubica left and I was left alone with Pietro. I watched his chest fall up and down as he breathed and held his hand.

It felt odd to hold his hand when he was sleeping. We had done it before when are parents had said to, but never when he was asleep. I still did it though, maybe because it made me feel safe, maybe because I didn't want to lose him again like I did going down the street right outside. Whatever the reason, I felt safe doing it.

Arthurs notes: well, she may think she is safe… Mwahahaha! I have already written some of chapter three I will be posting it as soon as I am done with it! YAY for you! Ugh for me… nah! I'm just kiddin' I love writing! Also, I love reading what people think about my stories. So… reviews are awesome.

Up next: Pietro wakes up! Wanda finds she has a skill for sneaking! And a gun is held in a not-so-nice hand!