Chapter2: Home, Sweet Home
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, but I do own the character this story is put in's POV.
Akira: Alright guys, you likin it so far? Hope so! Well, um, can't think of anything to say lol. Maybe I will later. As for now, back to work on the story:
I really needed a home. I was beginning stink. I couldn't wash my clothes. I was only able to keep clean by taking showers in P.E. I was a lot more self-conscious, and yet, I didn't care what the hell people thought about me. That was . . . as long as it wasn't the truth.
I was afraid to talk or even look at Pietro ever since I had spilled it all. He seemed to return the favor as well as I did. If we were both walking down the hall towards each other, we'd move to the opposite side of the hall and look the other direction. It was completely stupid once you stopped and thought about, but we never did.
It had been about a month since I had run, and I was out of money. I was flat out broke. I sat outside the Cafeteria, trying to keep from watching everyone eat. I heard girls whisper that I was anorexic. I went a few days without food, and it was killing me. During classes, my stomach would grumble. Plus, our coach decided to start track now. I've already fainted once from fatigue. The nurse gave me some crackers to nibble on. It was like heaven for me.
So there I sat as I always did, in the same spot outside of the Cafeteria. I wrapped my arms around my aching stomach to make it feel better. It didn't help much, but it did help a little bit.
"Hey."
I jumped and looked up, surprised that someone was talking to me. My face went white as a sheet. It was Pietro. He shifted on his feet uneasily as he waited for me to say something in return. "Can I sit?" He asked as he motioned for a spot on the bench next to me. I nodded and scooted over to make room for him. "So," I watched as he stumbled over the awkward words. I was pleased he was making an effort though. "How've you been?"
I lifted an eyebrow as though it were obvious. "Pietro, we both know you didn't come over here to ask me how I've been. I'm sure you've already noticed and guessed it anyways."
He thought over what he would say. "What powers do you have?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Well . . . I can control fire."
Pietro nodded his head. "How well can you control it?"
I gave him a look but answered. "Fairly well. What's up with the certain interest in my mutant abilities?"
He shrugged. "Just curious. How bout a demonstration after school?"
"Why?"
"Like I said, I'm just curious. C'mon."
I stared at him for a while. His blue eyes looked convincing, but how could I ever be sure. 'You've trusted him once before!' My mind threw in. "Why not?" I asked myself and nodded. "Alright. Where?"
He smiled or more so grinned. "Meet me in the parking lot after school." He then zoomed off. I sighed heavily. 'What the hell do I get myself into sometimes?'
It was after school already, and I was waiting inside the doorway that led to the parking lot. I saw Pietro walk out and look around. I took a deep breath, hoping it wasn't a sick joke. I shouldered my black book bag and walked outside. He spotted me and smiled.
"So you showed up," He commented when I was about a foot away from him. I shrugged and walked with him to his green Jeep. "Get in," He instructed. I just stood there like the idiot I was. "Alright, do you want to do out right here then?" He asked sardonically. I sighed and forced myself to get in next to him. "Once an X-Geek, always an X-Geek," He murmured.
I threw him a harsh glare. "Don't you bring the other guys home?" I asked.
Pietro shrugged. "They'll get home."
I made a face but kept my mouth shut. We drove for a while. I had no idea where we were going, but I had to admit that I was enjoying the ride. Despite the fact that I was in the car with Pietro, riding to God knows where, it was a nice ride. I had always liked riding with the windows down and the wind in my hair, made me feel free.
We stopped in a deserted lot much to my surprise. He got out of the car, and I followed suit. It was nothing but a deserted lot. I walked around to the front of the car where Pietro was standing.
"Well?" He asked impatiently.
I walked out a ways in front of him. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, a little timid.
"Anything," He answered with a shrug.
I sighed and went over things in my head. I landed on one thing and walked back over to Pietro. I flipped my hand over in front of his face and there was ball of fire in my hand. I closed my hand and it disappeared. "Happy?"
"Wasn't that great," He commented. "Can you do better?"
I sighed and walked back out to where I had stood before. I closed my eyes and concentrated. A dome of fire appeared around me and slowly began to grow bigger and take up more space, moving outward. It stopped about a foot or two from Pietro. I opened my eyes which had a red tint to them and the dome disappeared. "Enough?" I called out to him.
"What else can you do?" He called back.
Why the hell was I doing this? "Why am I doing this again?" I called to him again.
He whipped in front of me. "Cuz I wanted to see what you can do."
"And you've seen."
"Not everything."
"Why must you see everything?"
"Because."
I shook my head and began walking back towards the Jeep. I got in, and Pietro zipped over to me. "Take me home," I commanded.
He seemed to be contemplating something in his head. "Where is home?"
I glared at him and gulped when I didn't have an answer. I looked away from him, ashamed. Tears sprung to my eyes again. All I ever seemed to do was cry in front of him. He was the voice inside my head. He was always right. "Just take me away."
Pietro obeyed to my surprise and pulled out of the lot. We drove back. I didn't enjoy the ride this time. I felt caged again. All my faults were catching up with me. I can never get away no matter how hard I run or how far I go. I'll never get away. I'm the problem. It's all my fault. "I'm so screwed," I groaned aloud.
"We're all screwed more or less," Pietro commented absently.
"I'm way screwed," I objected. He just glanced at me and didn't say another word for the whole drive. We pulled into the driveway of a big manor. Without having ever seen it or being told, I knew it was the Brotherhood's place. I still asked anyways, "Where are we?"
"Home, sweet home," Pietro answered.
A/N: Short chapter! I'm sorry! I just had to stop it there cuz of the 'Home, sweet home,' thing! Sorry! Please R+R!