I'm glad you're still a loyal reviewer, midnight-lady123123. And sorry about the death threats, but that's what makes a story interesting. Don't worry. No one will ever die. They may get hurt, but they won't die. I love Pietro and Lance and I'd never let them die.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Pietro was at home watching T.V. when the news popped on.

"We interrupt this program with urgent news. Some high school boys are chasing after another high school boy who they claim is a mutant.

Lance and the jocks were on the screen. They kept trying to shot him and they yelled,

"Die, mutie, die!"

Pietro's eyes widened.

"Lance!"

He ran out of the house.

Kitty and Rogue also saw the news.

Kitty's eyes widened and she gasped.

"Oh no! Lance!"

Lance ran to the park. He bent down a little, hands on his knees, panting. He was out of breath from running.

Then a bullet scrapped his upper arm. He put his hand over it quickly, eyes shut tight.

'I'm lucky it only scrapped me,' thought Lance.

He moved his hand and saw a little blood on it.

He turned around to see which one shot him. Two of them were there with guns. They smirked.

"Any last works, mutant?"

"Yeah. Fuck you!"

Lance made a tremor which knocked them of their feet.

One was hiding behind a bush. He pulled the trigger but it missed Lance.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Lance.

"Damn!" swore the jock.

The last one started firing crazy at Lance. Lance ran in crazy patters to avoid getting shot.

"Leave me alone!" yelled Lance. "I didn't do anything to you!"

"You exist! So we're taking you out."

"That's a lamb reason to kill him."

Pietro ran in front of Lance.

"Pietro?"

"Another mutant?!" sneered the brunette jock.

"That's fine," said the blond dude. "We can kill him too. Then there'll be two less mutants in Bayville."

Pietro smirked.

"You can't kill me," he said.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Three reasons. I'm too good, too fast, and way better looking. That last one has nothing to do with you not being able to kill me, but I like saying how good looking and better I am."

Pietro ran up to the black haired punk and punched him in the nose sending him flying it to a tree.

Lance and the three other jocked stared with shocked expressions.

"Oops," said Pietro. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit him that hard. I guess I don't know my own strength. I'm not only fast. I got a little bit a muscle power." (If any of you remember my story "Heart Broken Daddy" Pietro told Crystal about all his powers, skills, and abilities. Including his strength in his upper body and how he's stronger in his lower body.)

'Funny 'cause he looks like a twig,' thought the dark skinned guy. 'Like a scrawny girl.'

"Kill him!" ordered the blond.

Pietro easily dodged at the bullets.

"Please. Is that all you got?"

"Don't make us mad!"

"That's what I want. I enjoy watching my enemies get mad. I think it's funny when they got so mad they can't think right anymore. Then again, you jocks couldn't think right in the first place."

Lance smiled at that.

"I got him!" said the brunette.

He went after Pietro. Pietro smirked.

"Oh no! He's going to shoot me! Help!" mocked Pietro.

"Don't mock me, freak!"

"Freak, eh?"

Pietro got in front of him.

"Go ahead. Shoot me."

The jock pulled the trigger, but Pietro did a back flip. He bent back, landed on his hands, and instead of getting back on his feet, she swapped his leg under the guy, knocking him down. Pietro hopped up on his feet and kicked the gun away from the jock's hand. Then he kicked him in the stomach. The force was powerful. The guys went sent back two feet.

"That's for calling me a freak."

"You're gonna pay for this, mutant!" yelled the blond.

"Back off!" yelled Lance. "Mess with him, you mess with me!"

'Lance,' thought Pietro, smiling.

"Fine. We'll kill you both."

"No you won't," said a new voice.

Scott, Jean, Rogue, and Kitty were there.

The two two jocks started shooting at them. Kitty phase, so they when through her. Rogue moved out of the way, Scoot used his lazier to blast the bullets, and Jean made a physic shield.

Rogue had snuck behind the dark one and touched him with her bare hand. He fell unconscious.

The blond one started to run away. Scott lightly shot him in the back. He fell on his front.

"Hey, thanks," said Lance. "How did you all know I was here?"

"You were on the news," said Kitty.

"Kitty was worried about you," said Jean. "So we came with her to help you."

"You came too, Tro," said Lance, looking at his old friend. "Even after the way I treated you?"

"You're my brother, Lance," said Pietro. "I'd do anything for you."

The blond jock got up. He looked over at the mutants. He grabbed his gun and aimed for Lance.

Pietro saw the his eyes widened.

The trigger was pulled.

"NO!"

Pietro got in front of Lance and took the bullet. They both fell down.

"PIETRO!" screamed Rogue.

Jean used her telepathy to knock the punk out.

Lance held Pietro. He was loosing a lot of blood.

"Pietro!" cried Lance. "Pietro! Say something, man!"

"L-Laaaaance?"

"I'm here. It's going to be okay."

"It hurts. It hurts so bad."

"It's going to be okay."

"Oh my god!" cried Kitty, scared.

"Someone call an ambulance!" shouted Scott.

Lance put his hand over the wound.

"Pietro, why did you do that!? Are you crazy?!? Why would give up your life for me!?"

"What kind. . of question. . is. . . . th-that, Lance?" Pietro forced out. "You're my brother. I couldn't watch you die. There's no point in me living if you die. You, Wanda, and the Brotherhood are my reason to keep going."

Lance was shocked by that.

Rogue bent down.

"Pie, hang on. Help is on the way."

"I hope they make it in time," said Jean.

Lance pushed a little harder.

"Pietro, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was acting like a jerk! I'm sorry I didn't listen to you! I'm sorry I didn't forgive you! I was so angry, I didn't let my heart forgive you! You're my best friend, Tro! I love you! I forgive you! Please, Pietro, don't leave me! Don't leave Wanda, Todd, or Fred! We don't want you to die! Live!"

The paramedics had arrived and Lance wouldn't let them near him.

"Lance," said Kitty, softly. She put her hand over his. "Let them help. Let them save him."

Lance finally moved. The paramedics placed Pietro into the ambulance.

Lance looked at his hand. It was covered with Pietro's blood.

Kitty gave his other hand a squeeze.

"He's going to be okay, Lance. He'll be his older, speedy self in no time."

Lance hoped so.

I'm sorry Pietro got hurt. But don't worry, he won't die. I'd never kill Pietro off.

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