Rachel ran off.
"YOU BASTARD!!!"
Pietro ran at Roic and punched him, sending the boy a few feet back. He landed on his front.
Roic got up and glared at his dad.
"What the fuck is your problem!?!" yelled Roic.
"YOU!!" yelled Pietro. "You obviously like her too! Other wise you wouldn't have gone crazy when she kissed me! Why the hell would you say you didn't feel the same!?"
"'Cause I don't!"
"Bullshit!"
"Screw you!"
"Argh! Now I know why your name is Roic! You're just like Erik! You're a total Magneto Jr.! You're worst then him! You're so cold you push away everyone! Even your own family! How can I have such a cold hearted brat like you!? I'm sorry you last some people, but you're not the only one! Rachel's mom is dead and her dad is God-knows-where! Both of Jay's parents are in comas! They all live in Hell! Me and Laura are gone and you don't look out for Warren, Juana, or Paula! You suck! If you wanna be bitter fine! I don't care!"
Pietro ran off.
Roic just stood there. The he went to his room.
When he got there, he took of his helmet. He looked at himself in the mirror.
He was a splitting image of both Pietro and Erik.
He ran his fingers through this shocking white hair.
'Grandfather Erik, am I really that bad?' thought Roic.
He noticed a photo album on the dresser and picked it up. He sat on his bed and looked through it.
One picture was of himself, his parents, and younger siblings. Paula was two and in Pietro's arms. Juana and Warren were five and Laura was holding them. And Roic was eight. He was hugging Pietro's leg. Pietro had a hand on Roic's head. They were all smiling.
The next picture was of his grandpa, Erik, and his cousins Billy and Tommy.
'Tommy looks like father and grandfather too. It's funny how we four all look the same. But that is genetics and heredity.'
The next pic was of himself and Rachel. There were both smiling. They were at the beach. They both had on their bathing suits.
'Rachel. You're so beautiful.'
Another was of his grandpa, dad, and himself. They stood close. Erik had one hand on his son's shoulder. And the other was on top of Roic's head.
Roic laid on his bed, hugging the album to his chest.
'I'm sorry.'
Pietro and T.J. were leaving the Danger Room. He had joined her and Haley, Johnny, Shard, Cessily, Marian, Rad, Jay, and Charlie for some practice. They both were wearing X-Men uniforms. Pietro's uniform was a black body suit, a belt with X's on them, and shoulder pads sporting the X-Men emblem. He had a shirt with sleeves that were three-fourths, knee-high silver boots, black fingerless gloves, and a silver X on the front of his shirt. (This is the uniform he wears in any story I decide to put him in an X-Man uniform. So for future stories this is the uniform he wears.)
"That was tough," said Pietro.
"And fun," said T.J.
"I always wondered what the D.R. was like."
"You didn't know?"
"No. I was a Brotherhood not an X-Man like your dad."
"Oh yeah. You and Mom lived in a crap box instead of a mansion."
"Which was so unfair. I know my dad could afford something better and pay to have that house fixed."
"Can I tell you something?"
"Shoot."
"Everyone said my parents are dead, but I think they're still alive."
"You think so?"
T.J. nodded her head.
"I hope you're right."
"I gotta go. See ya, Tro."
"Later, Teej."
Pietro went outside for some fresh air.
Then the ground started shaking.
"W-w-what the?!?"
It stopped.
"What was that?"
"Was that an Avalanche or did I just rock your world?"
Pietro looked in the direction of who said that. He saw a figure run off. At first he thought it was Kate joking around, but that voice sounded familiar.
"It couldn't be. Lance? Lance, is that you?"
He ran over, but no one was there.
The he saw an Optic Ray blast into the air.
"Scott?"
Pietro ran to it.
He found himself in a desert like field.
"Lance? Scott? Where are you too?" called Pietro.
Then someone put their hand over Pietro's mouth and pulled him and pushed him against one of the big boulders.
"Hello, me."
End of chapter twenty-one.
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