A/N: So, this is the longest and possibly the best chapter I've ever written. I had to cut it in half but this means more chapters with teenage!Bree and teenage!Pietro. I really hope you guys like it and I hope I get more than just three reviews (though they are pretty good reviews). Haiku written by me.

Thank you to the-rainbow-is-here, Kam74 and bluesootsprite for all your reviews, I hope one day a giant cake appears at your door and inside of it pops out a half-naked Pietro Maximoff!


CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN


If I were to die

I would rather be drowning

In your divine eyes


Pietro had easily broken into the school and grabbed all the files the school had on teachers. I worked out which one was the teacher I'd bumped into last night and, by the time it got to ten O'clock, we were outside of the man's house, waiting in the shadows (also known as Pietro's mums car).

"I can't believe I was right," Pietro chuckled lowly, taking another bite out of the burger we'd managed to scrape up enough money to get on our way there. He handed me the half-eaten burger and allowed me to finish it whilst he finished off the fries that I'd been in the middle of eating. "Maybe I have psychic abilities as well."

I rolled my eyes, "this is like the only thing you've ever been right about, and it's not that big of a deal. There are quite a lot of maths teachers at the school, the probability of him being one was very large."

"But the probability of me being right is very small, which is what makes this such a big deal." He smiled largely to me, revealing a mouth full of french fries. I just sighed and turned my concentration back onto the teacher's house. Don't get me wrong, I'm in a mood but for once I'm not in a mood because of Pietro. I'm in a mood because all I wanted to do was make out with Pietro in the back of the car but work was getting in the way and it was just reminding me how in the way my job actually is. So the direction that our relationship is going to end prematurely. Especially after I get the teacher captured.

The teacher was called Eugene Thompson, he had no criminal record which just makes it even more of a mystery as to why he is suddenly this awful human being that lacked any mercy and killed with such tender ease. I still had no idea who the woman was but it didn't matter right now. Right now, all that mattered, was capturing the murderer.

"Want to play a game?" Pietro asked, interrupting the silence. This wasn't the first time he'd done it either. I should have known straight from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to handle just sitting around and watching in silence, he'd spent the night constantly fumbling around in his seat and spewing out words that sometimes didn't even make sense. I looked at him and nodded, I'd much rather we did something entertaining instead of listening to his annoying ramblings. "Okay, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with… 'B'."

I reached out with my hand and grabbed a hold of his, trying to seem unsuspicious as I used my ability to see the last few seconds of his memory. I'd never used my ability on Pietro and I didn't want to, not until he was comfortable enough for it to happen and if he ever did allow me to see through his memories (and I'm not even sure if I ever want to look into his memories) than I would definitely allow him to look into my memories. "Bin," I said after a moment. I still felt quite dazed though from taking the last 10 seconds of his memory, because even though he'd been concentrating on the bin that was across the street from the car, he'd also been thinking some very private thoughts that only made me feel guilty.

He'd been thinking about how much he loved me. It was almost hurting him as the fear that I would never return the words grew in his heart. Reading the fleeting thoughts in his mind was almost like reading his diary, 'were we ever strangers? His mind questioned, 'It's like meeting her was the dawn of a new person in me, I would give up everything for Bree, I would do anything to keep her safe. I know I have this life that I've already planned out but… I'd rather be poor and living on the streets if it meant never losing her heart. And it terrifies me that she might never feel the same way about me, she's all I want but I'm scared I'll never be enough, so far I haven't been enough for anyone else'. I wanted to reply to his thoughts, so I could tell him that he had become my entire world and that the reason I won't say 'I love you' is because I'm not even sure what love is yet, other than what I've been told in books, but it seems lately that I'm having a very hard time telling him anything. Like how in a couple of days I'll be leaving him, possibly forever.

Pietro looked over at me with surprise, not having expected me to get it so soon, then it seemed to click in his head once he realised our hands were connected. He snatched his hand away and pouted, "you cheated!"

"My turn," I teased, my eyes roaming the scenery in front of us before catching sight of something that was extremely unexpected. "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'C'," I said breathlessly.

Though in a mood with me, Pietro still took part in the game and allowed his eyes to search the scene in front of us. "Car?" He suggested, upset when I shook my head to tell him he was wrong. He said three more objects before finally figuring out what phenomenon I was pointing out, though he'd become very frustrated by the end after I declined can, crocodile (which was apparently hidden underneath us in the sewer and I was an idiot for not being able to see it) and cottage. His reaction was a lot like mine, his eyes widened and all of a sudden a lot of things didn't make sense, "Candy?"

"She's gone into Mr Thompson's house," I reply with just as much confusion that had been in Pietro's voice. "I think it's time we intervene. Because either Cindy's in trouble or-"

"Or she is the trouble," he finished my sentence for me, already opening the door and stepping out of the car. I followed suit and we made our way to the building, trying to be as ninja as possible. Together we hid beneath the window, trying to listen in but we couldn't hear a sound.

"We need a plan," I whispered to him, and he nodded his head in agreement. "Okay so you should run back to the car and get the rope in my boot - please don't steal any of the weapons I have, I'll get in serious trouble if you do - and I'm going to teleport in there, use my telekinesis to freeze him from doing anything and then you tie him up. And with Candy, if she ends up being a foe then we'll just have to… I don't know, knock her out or something." The plan was made quickly and honestly I wasn't sure if it was even that good of a plan but it would have to do, if the plan went wrong than I had hope we'd be able to figure out what to do.

Pietro stood up to move but I quickly grabbed his hand. "If I die then I need you to know," I was about to say it, I was going to tell him I loved him. But I still couldn't. "I need you to know that I still have your favourite hoodie at my place."

He let out a chuckle and shook his head, kissing my cheek before speeding over to the car. The plan was in motion.

I held my breath whilst teleporting, shutting my eyes and only opening them once again when I felt that there was land underneath my feet again. I was on the other side of the window, in the front room I think. "Eugene!" I called out in a sing-song voice, hearing a loud bang from upstairs and a few seconds later the sound of footsteps could be heard through the house, getting louder as he came closer.

Eugene stepped into the front room, his clothing was all messy and the button-up shirt he'd been wearing was unbuttoned and half sticking out from his pants. His bare chest revealed plenty of hair as well as plenty of scars, some looked more fresh than others. The man's long black hair covered most of his, but the grimace on his lips was very plain to see. It had been almost thirty seconds now, Pietro should be here any second. "You," he spat.

Did he know me? Did I know him? Obviously he'd had some knowledge of my existence. "You need to stop this now," I pleaded, "I have a place I know of that can help you, whatever that woman is holding against you-"

"You know nothing of my love!" He screamed, charging towards me whilst his hands seemingly changed into giant claws. That would explain the torn apart bodies. He raised his talons and went to cut me, I stupidly put up my arm in hopes that it would protect me and instead my arm was sliced open deeply.

"Bree!" I heard Pietro cry and he quickly rushed into the building, using a speed that I had never realised he could reach. In mere moments Eugene was tied up by the rope and Pietro was beside me, breathing heavily as he ripped a piece of his shirt off and tied it around my arm.

Then there was the sudden click of heels against wood as another person entered the room, "Oh, Pietro," the recognisably girlish voice of Candy could be heard, though it was almost melodic. I noticed my boyfriend stiffen at the sound of her voice and then relax, "come here, my love." She spoke with such an inviting softness, even I felt tempted to follow her directions but I apparently had more willpower than Pietro.

I watched with disgust as my man willingly moved towards the half-naked blonde bombshell and allowed her to kiss his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. "My sweet angel, I'm sorry! I love you, please don't hurt me again, I love you so much!"

"You've told me multiple times that you'd die for me. Prove it." She said, her hands still caressing Pietro's body. She didn't even care about the words she had just said, too interested in the new toy in front of her. "Now," she pushed.

The sound of something sharp tearing into skin was heard and my eyes moved over to Eugene, seeing blood begin to squirt out of his chest where his long black talons had pierced. "What the hell?!" I screamed, standing up as quickly a I could with only one arm to help me. It was useless for me to try and save the stranger but I did anyway, I rushed over and tried to undo the ropes which kept him in his position, but it was useless. All my effort were useless. I had unimaginable power and yet I couldn't bring people back to life, I knew that one day my inability to do this would cause me a great deal of pain, I just wish I'd known that it would be today.

I'm not sure when I started crying but I'd only just begun to realise the droplets of water slipping down my face.

"Stop with the dramatics Bree, if that is who you are." Candy hushed, her eyes scanning my messy figure with disinterest, "he's a murderer, and much worse actually, certainly not the type you cry about."

"What are you doing to Pietro?" I asked, hating how weak my voice came out as I had to speak through sobs. "Stop it!"

She rolled her eyes, "Pietro, you better go comfort your ex-girlfriend."

Like a zombie, he moved lazily towards me and wrapped his arms around me as though that was suppose to me and make me stop crying. "There, there," he tapped his fingers against my back and spoke with a monotone voice. This wasn't Pietro. Pietro would comfort me with some stupid joke, probably a knock knock joke.

"Candy, please, talk to me. I can help with you." I pleaded, trying to reason with her but she just cackled in reply.

"You don't want to hear what I have to say, it's not very nice." She pouted her lips, mocking me. "Though then again, it's always good to share isn't it? Like how you shared your feelings, quite loudly, on a rooftop. I'm much more sensible though… I know, how about a therapy session. You owe me after taking away my sweet little Blob, he was going to be the one I'd get to kill you, but no, you took my toy away from me. Sit down."

I wasn't the one who followed her orders, no, I was too busy taking in all the information that she'd just revealed. Instead Pietro was the one to sit down and he dragged me down with him.

"It's story time kids," she joked whilst sitting on the sofa across from us. "I've always liked the idea of the villain revealing their plot right before killing the hero, I'll be the first in history to actually do it right!" She clapped her hands together with childish glee, reminding me that this psychopath was my age.

"It all started when I was seven," a fake smile grew on her lips, it was large and stretched her entire face. "A man around his fifties wanted to play a game, and at such a young age I loved to play games. I still do actually, even now I'm still the best at playing hide and seek. Though the game got a bit weird when he started to take my clothes off, he really wanted me you know? But I didn't want him, he was bald and fat, definitely not my type! He just wouldn't give in though… kept touching me no matter how many times I told him that I didn't like this game… then I told him to stop, I screamed it actually and weirdly enough he just froze up and did what I said. I told him to put his pants back on and he did. I told him to get away from me and he did. I told him to cut his dick off and he did. I told him to kill himself slowly, in the cruelest way possible, and he did." She shrugged her shoulders though that sadistic smile still rested on her lips, "that's when I realised I was different, I have powers, I'm like a siren and I can make any man do whatever I want. So I've decided to create an army, that way I can kill anyone I want without any suspicion being on me. After I tick everyone off my hit list, who knows what I'll do, maybe I'll aim for the stars and try to achieve world domination."

Her story had me in shambles, and perhaps it was wrong of me, but I kind of understood why she was doing it. For a second I even concluded that I would be doing the exact same thing if that had happened to me. My eyes had spent the time it took for her to finish the story searching the room, finding anything that could be used as a weapon.

In all honesty though, I was terrified. Terrified to move, terrified to talk, terrified to do anything. I've lived through the darkness of fear before, the kind that makes the world in front of you look like an old fashioned photograph where everything is simply a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkest fear, the kind that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing paranoia. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. All my senses feel dulled and I only know my eyes are still there because I'm able to feel myself blink, instill instinctively moisturising the organ I wish I had no use for. Thinking that maybe if I couldn't see the horrible events happening than maybe they simply weren't. The fact that she's weaponless and hasn't killed Pietro yet should bring my heart rate down below the level of 'rabbit in a snare' but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this abyss of fear.

"Pietro shall be a great addition to my army," she mused, signalling for him to leave my side and return to hers. "I've already been using him for quite a while, a lot of the girls in the C crew share their secrets with him, he likes to tell me them. I know quite a bit about you thanks to him."

"You made him pretend to be in love with me?" I asked, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

"No, that was all him. I could have stopped him though, but I liked the idea of making this situation even more painful, there's just something so evil about tearing lovers apart. Don't you think?"

Those words were possibly the worst things Candy could have said, because now I'm angry. So very angry. There are multiple objects in this front room and I tried to think which would land the best hit and possibly cause brain damage. The vase seemed the best option and whilst she was distracted whispering orders into my boyfriend's ear, I flicked my wrist, easily sending the beautifully floral designed vase into the back of her head. She let out a yelp and was pushed forward, landing into Pietro's arms who caught her as soon as she'd started to fall. I didn't feel like I'd let out enough steam though, she deserved to die in my mind and so I sent another vase, not even flinching when a piece of pottery cut into her head. In fact, I found a sickening pleasure coursing through my body as I did it.