No place to call home
Chapter 14: to kill a Maximoff
A/N: alright, *cracks knuckles* lets do this! I can feel this plot slipping between my fingers by the second! I will not let my original evo story become a piece of crap! I will regain the plot! Alright, here we go!
Oh by the way, this chapter is dedicated to my eldest brother Malcolm who will always be my inspiration to try harder in life while always finding the time to smell the roses (or play hours of computer games:P)
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Fred watched Pietro slowly take off his burned and dirty clothing and put on new ones; Fred could see the numerous scars that marked across Pietro's back. Pietro never talked about his past, but the others could guess at what living with Magneto could do to someone. His friend had been through too much in his life; he wasn't going to let him go back to being in constant pain. As Pietro was pulling on a white T-shirt, Fred walked over and lifted his thin frame of the ground in a massive hug. Pietro was stiff in shock for a second, and he still couldn't see because of the shirt, but eventually he managed to put it onto his frame even within Fred's huge arms. After he had his shirt on, he just stayed completely still in Fred's arms, waiting for the large mutant to put him down. "No Pietro, don't pretend like you don't care. That's not the answer." Pietro still didn't move his face was completely blank. "Pietro, that's what Rogue used to do." Pietro didn't move for a second, just stayed the same, but then his lower lip began to tremble and he shut his eyes tight, trying not to cry. Fred held him tightly while he got his emotions out. He stopped crying after a while, and Fred put him back on his feet. "Pietro, I need you to do something for me." Fred said after the two had stood in silence other than a few sniffles from Pietro as he regained control of himself. Pietro nodded mutely. "I want you to tie me up in the basement." "What?" Pietro actually spoke in his shock. "Hear me out," Fred said, sounding remarkably intelligent. "I know why you're like this Pietro. You don't think we'll be able to find Rogue do you?" Pietro opened his mouth to say that was bullshit and of course they were going to find Rogue. But then he realized that that was Lance speaking, not him. He looked deep into his soul, and finally he closed his mouth and shook his head in sorrow. "I think you're right." Fred said quietly. " I don't think we can, but I know you can. I think you can find her Pietro." Pietro opened his eyes and looked out the window. What Fred had said had struck the truth in his heart. "You're right Fred, I will find her, but what does this have to do with tying you up in the basement?" Fred coughed in embarrassment. "Well with you gone, I think Lance would be a little mad if I just let you go, so I was thinking maybe I could say that you jumped me and tied me up so you could get away." Pietro smiled and then he almost slapped himself for it. He wouldn't smile, just like he wouldn't do anything else until he had Rogue back with him. He nodded to Fred and they stood up, Fred bringing a chair with him, and Pietro tied him up in the musty basement. Then he walked up the stairs, not even looking back at his friend, and closed the door behind him, leaving Fred in complete darkness. Good luck, Pietro. Fred said in his head, as he was currently gagged. I hope you find your soul. Then the large teenager sat back in his chair. After about ten minutes, he heard the door upstairs creak open and could hear Lance and Todd talking and moving around. Todd must have been coming down the stairs, because a bit of dirt fell from a crack in the ceiling and fell onto his face, some of the dust flying up his nose. "Ah..Ah..ah..Fwhooo! (Remember he's still gagged)" The force of the sneeze was the straw that broke the chair's back, and one of the legs snapped and Fred hit the floor on his side, the impact shook the house, and he was sure he heard Todd scream. The next thing he knew the basement door flung open and Todd flew the air and bounced down the stairs rather painfully before landing on Fred's stomach. Lance came next, slipping on a pile of slime and flying into Todd. Fred grunted, but he noticed that Todd seemed to be unconscious, so he tried to get Lance's attention. He succeeded and soon Todd was awake. Fred tried to communicate with them through his gag. He tried to say Lance! Pietro got away! But it came out more like "Mmaammf! Mmeeffroo fmmoot affmmaay!" next he tried to talk to Todd. Todd! Come untie me! Come help lance! But of course it sounded more like "Fomm! Fum miide fee! Fomm felm Mmmamf!" Todd basically repeated what Fred had just said and Fred said in exhasperation, oh for the love of god! Not caring that it sounded like "Fomm! Fum miide fuf! Fomm felm Mmmamf!" And by that time they had untied him. "Finally!" he said. His mouth was dry and sore from being locked open with an old rag in it. Then they went upstairs and Lance asked the inevitable question. "What happened?" Fred took a deep breath. Show time, he thought. "Well ya see," This started the first time Fred had tried to lie to his friends.
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Pietro ran, as he had done thousands of time before, through the town of Bayville. But something was wrong, and he felt himself begin to panic. In order to keep up with his mutation of speed, the x-gene had also evolved his organs, mainly his heart and lungs, speeding them up ten times that of a normal human at least. But now as he ran he felt a great constricting pain in his chest, and immediately thought that his heart had finally begun to falter under the pressure of keeping his blood flowing at such an accelerated rate. So he slowed with some difficulty. But the pain didn't stop, and Pietro found tears silently falling from his eyes. He couldn't explain what was happening, but it had to have something to do with Rogue, as if she was in trouble and trying to contact him. Most people would have laughed at the stupidness of that, but he knew somehow that it was true. He looked over the now lightening skies, and scanned the skies. He couldn't see much of anything, but he wasn't on high grounds, so he quickly moved uphill, unconsciously moving towards the water, and therefor the Xavier institute. Once he was at what he deemed high enough, he again moved his eyes quickly around the skies; desperately searching he wasn't sure what he was searching for until he saw it. It was a patch of storm clouds. But it was quiet queer, for the storm clouds Pietro looked at moved faster than the others did in the sky. And they were moving almost exactly strait for him! But then again, to quote a certain young author's (A/N: *coughRiocough*) eldest brother: Almost only counts with horseshoes and Hand grenades. And Pietro watched as the storm cloud moved slowly above and slightly to his right to stop and then dwindle away over.the Xavier institute. Pietro's teeth snapped together and he found himself restraining from uttering a low animal growl. "Xavier." He snarled. Old hates mixed with new pain gave the usually immature white-haired boy a look of dangerous ferocity that wolverine might have very well envied and would have made any normal person tremble with fear and foreboding. All his life he had feared and hated Professor Charles Xavier. The professor and his father, even the thought of either of them brought a bad taste to his mouth, had worked together when Pietro and Wanda had still lived together with their father. It had been together that they had controlled and twisted Pietro's mind, together they had driven his cherished sister to madness with their experiments and then locked her into that hellhole for her 'lack of control'. But really, they just wanted to get rid of the evidence of their failure. Wanda Maximoff had been a test of what would happen if Charles Xavier and Magneto's powers were combined, or at least that was what Pietro thought it had been. He had never gone down into the basement to his father's lab unless his father or Charles was dragging him down there. But he could very well remember the terror and pain the two of them had caused when together.
He remembered the experiments, the sound of his sweet sister's screams of agony. He could remember clearly being in his and Wanda's shared room after one of Wanda's sessions with Charles when the man had opened the door and tossed a shaking seven year old Wanda onto the floor. As Pietro ran to his sister Xavier had turned to Eric and said, "apparently she's not strong enough yet." And then the two of them had closed the door and left without a second thought. His father hadn't even shown the tiniest bit of compassion for his own fucking daughter! The man known as Magneto was a ruthless whoreson who deserved a thousand folds the pain that he had caused onto his only children. Pietro remembered the reek of blood after his father was testing the strength of his bones with a series of hammers, baseball bats and knives, after his mutation evolved itself at the age of six, yes that's right, six. He had not evolved in N.Y. with Evan Daniels as he had led his young rival to believe. He had simply chosen that time to expose himself so to speak. It had been the worst mistake of his life, for that was how his father had found him again. Pietro suddenly shook himself to the present, determined not to think of the past. His face hardened to stone and he moved towards the institute at a walk. But then he stopped, he looked up at the mansion where the woman who held his heart and soul was being held, and he suddenly felt despair come over him as he realized he couldn't do it alone. There was no way he could possibly win over a man as powerful and ruthless as his father on his own grounds, even with his power of speed. But he could and would not allow himself to go back to the brotherhood and bring his friends back to fight with him. As much as they cared about Rogue, Pietro knew that this battle had escalated into something far greater than his love's life. One thing his father had said that rang true was "the war is coming." Pietro's war had begun, but he could not fight alone. And if Xavier wanted to kill a Maximoff, then he was gong to have to fight both halves. And so in a flash Pietro went to find his other half.
Wanda Maximoff.
*** A/N: YEEESSSS! I did it! I started typing at 1am, and not only did I leap with flying colours over the block known as writer's, but I also did a small dance of victory on top of the balance beam of Plot! I have the whole next chapter planned out, and enough plot still in my head for at least three more! YAY YAY YAY! Thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and continued to support me despite my lack of updates: Randi M. Kolowski-short you gave me inspiration to sit down and start typing, Pheonix & BAZ you've both been there for me with your hilarious reviews and wonderful stories, Linkin-spike you're basically all that's kept me from forgetting sweet Remy, thnx for remindin me about the ragin cagun who got me into this whole mess in the first place:P, and of course to everyone who reviews, and even those who don't! I still love the fact that you took the time to click the mouse and read my story! Newho, it's 2am and it's time to sleep now(, BROHOOD WILL ALWAYZ ROK US ALL!
~Rio~
Chapter 14: to kill a Maximoff
A/N: alright, *cracks knuckles* lets do this! I can feel this plot slipping between my fingers by the second! I will not let my original evo story become a piece of crap! I will regain the plot! Alright, here we go!
Oh by the way, this chapter is dedicated to my eldest brother Malcolm who will always be my inspiration to try harder in life while always finding the time to smell the roses (or play hours of computer games:P)
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Fred watched Pietro slowly take off his burned and dirty clothing and put on new ones; Fred could see the numerous scars that marked across Pietro's back. Pietro never talked about his past, but the others could guess at what living with Magneto could do to someone. His friend had been through too much in his life; he wasn't going to let him go back to being in constant pain. As Pietro was pulling on a white T-shirt, Fred walked over and lifted his thin frame of the ground in a massive hug. Pietro was stiff in shock for a second, and he still couldn't see because of the shirt, but eventually he managed to put it onto his frame even within Fred's huge arms. After he had his shirt on, he just stayed completely still in Fred's arms, waiting for the large mutant to put him down. "No Pietro, don't pretend like you don't care. That's not the answer." Pietro still didn't move his face was completely blank. "Pietro, that's what Rogue used to do." Pietro didn't move for a second, just stayed the same, but then his lower lip began to tremble and he shut his eyes tight, trying not to cry. Fred held him tightly while he got his emotions out. He stopped crying after a while, and Fred put him back on his feet. "Pietro, I need you to do something for me." Fred said after the two had stood in silence other than a few sniffles from Pietro as he regained control of himself. Pietro nodded mutely. "I want you to tie me up in the basement." "What?" Pietro actually spoke in his shock. "Hear me out," Fred said, sounding remarkably intelligent. "I know why you're like this Pietro. You don't think we'll be able to find Rogue do you?" Pietro opened his mouth to say that was bullshit and of course they were going to find Rogue. But then he realized that that was Lance speaking, not him. He looked deep into his soul, and finally he closed his mouth and shook his head in sorrow. "I think you're right." Fred said quietly. " I don't think we can, but I know you can. I think you can find her Pietro." Pietro opened his eyes and looked out the window. What Fred had said had struck the truth in his heart. "You're right Fred, I will find her, but what does this have to do with tying you up in the basement?" Fred coughed in embarrassment. "Well with you gone, I think Lance would be a little mad if I just let you go, so I was thinking maybe I could say that you jumped me and tied me up so you could get away." Pietro smiled and then he almost slapped himself for it. He wouldn't smile, just like he wouldn't do anything else until he had Rogue back with him. He nodded to Fred and they stood up, Fred bringing a chair with him, and Pietro tied him up in the musty basement. Then he walked up the stairs, not even looking back at his friend, and closed the door behind him, leaving Fred in complete darkness. Good luck, Pietro. Fred said in his head, as he was currently gagged. I hope you find your soul. Then the large teenager sat back in his chair. After about ten minutes, he heard the door upstairs creak open and could hear Lance and Todd talking and moving around. Todd must have been coming down the stairs, because a bit of dirt fell from a crack in the ceiling and fell onto his face, some of the dust flying up his nose. "Ah..Ah..ah..Fwhooo! (Remember he's still gagged)" The force of the sneeze was the straw that broke the chair's back, and one of the legs snapped and Fred hit the floor on his side, the impact shook the house, and he was sure he heard Todd scream. The next thing he knew the basement door flung open and Todd flew the air and bounced down the stairs rather painfully before landing on Fred's stomach. Lance came next, slipping on a pile of slime and flying into Todd. Fred grunted, but he noticed that Todd seemed to be unconscious, so he tried to get Lance's attention. He succeeded and soon Todd was awake. Fred tried to communicate with them through his gag. He tried to say Lance! Pietro got away! But it came out more like "Mmaammf! Mmeeffroo fmmoot affmmaay!" next he tried to talk to Todd. Todd! Come untie me! Come help lance! But of course it sounded more like "Fomm! Fum miide fee! Fomm felm Mmmamf!" Todd basically repeated what Fred had just said and Fred said in exhasperation, oh for the love of god! Not caring that it sounded like "Fomm! Fum miide fuf! Fomm felm Mmmamf!" And by that time they had untied him. "Finally!" he said. His mouth was dry and sore from being locked open with an old rag in it. Then they went upstairs and Lance asked the inevitable question. "What happened?" Fred took a deep breath. Show time, he thought. "Well ya see," This started the first time Fred had tried to lie to his friends.
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Pietro ran, as he had done thousands of time before, through the town of Bayville. But something was wrong, and he felt himself begin to panic. In order to keep up with his mutation of speed, the x-gene had also evolved his organs, mainly his heart and lungs, speeding them up ten times that of a normal human at least. But now as he ran he felt a great constricting pain in his chest, and immediately thought that his heart had finally begun to falter under the pressure of keeping his blood flowing at such an accelerated rate. So he slowed with some difficulty. But the pain didn't stop, and Pietro found tears silently falling from his eyes. He couldn't explain what was happening, but it had to have something to do with Rogue, as if she was in trouble and trying to contact him. Most people would have laughed at the stupidness of that, but he knew somehow that it was true. He looked over the now lightening skies, and scanned the skies. He couldn't see much of anything, but he wasn't on high grounds, so he quickly moved uphill, unconsciously moving towards the water, and therefor the Xavier institute. Once he was at what he deemed high enough, he again moved his eyes quickly around the skies; desperately searching he wasn't sure what he was searching for until he saw it. It was a patch of storm clouds. But it was quiet queer, for the storm clouds Pietro looked at moved faster than the others did in the sky. And they were moving almost exactly strait for him! But then again, to quote a certain young author's (A/N: *coughRiocough*) eldest brother: Almost only counts with horseshoes and Hand grenades. And Pietro watched as the storm cloud moved slowly above and slightly to his right to stop and then dwindle away over.the Xavier institute. Pietro's teeth snapped together and he found himself restraining from uttering a low animal growl. "Xavier." He snarled. Old hates mixed with new pain gave the usually immature white-haired boy a look of dangerous ferocity that wolverine might have very well envied and would have made any normal person tremble with fear and foreboding. All his life he had feared and hated Professor Charles Xavier. The professor and his father, even the thought of either of them brought a bad taste to his mouth, had worked together when Pietro and Wanda had still lived together with their father. It had been together that they had controlled and twisted Pietro's mind, together they had driven his cherished sister to madness with their experiments and then locked her into that hellhole for her 'lack of control'. But really, they just wanted to get rid of the evidence of their failure. Wanda Maximoff had been a test of what would happen if Charles Xavier and Magneto's powers were combined, or at least that was what Pietro thought it had been. He had never gone down into the basement to his father's lab unless his father or Charles was dragging him down there. But he could very well remember the terror and pain the two of them had caused when together.
He remembered the experiments, the sound of his sweet sister's screams of agony. He could remember clearly being in his and Wanda's shared room after one of Wanda's sessions with Charles when the man had opened the door and tossed a shaking seven year old Wanda onto the floor. As Pietro ran to his sister Xavier had turned to Eric and said, "apparently she's not strong enough yet." And then the two of them had closed the door and left without a second thought. His father hadn't even shown the tiniest bit of compassion for his own fucking daughter! The man known as Magneto was a ruthless whoreson who deserved a thousand folds the pain that he had caused onto his only children. Pietro remembered the reek of blood after his father was testing the strength of his bones with a series of hammers, baseball bats and knives, after his mutation evolved itself at the age of six, yes that's right, six. He had not evolved in N.Y. with Evan Daniels as he had led his young rival to believe. He had simply chosen that time to expose himself so to speak. It had been the worst mistake of his life, for that was how his father had found him again. Pietro suddenly shook himself to the present, determined not to think of the past. His face hardened to stone and he moved towards the institute at a walk. But then he stopped, he looked up at the mansion where the woman who held his heart and soul was being held, and he suddenly felt despair come over him as he realized he couldn't do it alone. There was no way he could possibly win over a man as powerful and ruthless as his father on his own grounds, even with his power of speed. But he could and would not allow himself to go back to the brotherhood and bring his friends back to fight with him. As much as they cared about Rogue, Pietro knew that this battle had escalated into something far greater than his love's life. One thing his father had said that rang true was "the war is coming." Pietro's war had begun, but he could not fight alone. And if Xavier wanted to kill a Maximoff, then he was gong to have to fight both halves. And so in a flash Pietro went to find his other half.
Wanda Maximoff.
*** A/N: YEEESSSS! I did it! I started typing at 1am, and not only did I leap with flying colours over the block known as writer's, but I also did a small dance of victory on top of the balance beam of Plot! I have the whole next chapter planned out, and enough plot still in my head for at least three more! YAY YAY YAY! Thank you to everyone who has been so patient with me and continued to support me despite my lack of updates: Randi M. Kolowski-short you gave me inspiration to sit down and start typing, Pheonix & BAZ you've both been there for me with your hilarious reviews and wonderful stories, Linkin-spike you're basically all that's kept me from forgetting sweet Remy, thnx for remindin me about the ragin cagun who got me into this whole mess in the first place:P, and of course to everyone who reviews, and even those who don't! I still love the fact that you took the time to click the mouse and read my story! Newho, it's 2am and it's time to sleep now(, BROHOOD WILL ALWAYZ ROK US ALL!
~Rio~