No place to call home
Chap 15: revenge for a broken sister
A/N: ..*sheepish face*..i'm soooooo sorry! I feel so badly that I haven't been writing . at all! Wahhhhhhh! There's no excuse, and I can't make promises for the future, other than I swear I will never forget about this site and its wonderful readers and writers! And even if it takes me six months to finish a chapter (which I promise it wont) I will keep posting until my stories are finished, I don't believe in abandoning my writing. Even my valentine's day story, though it might not be updated until next valentines LOL! Well let's get on with it shall we? Oh by the way, this chapter is dedicated to Orli!
Warning: this chapter contains nudity, graphic violence, and talks bout sexual abuse, if you by some miracle have a pure and innocent mind, I beg you not to read this and keep on living a carefree life! p.s. would anyone read if I did a few short stories about Wanda and Pietro's adolescent years together with Charles and Magnus? ***
The guard yawned and lazily walked his rounds through the corridors, peering in now and then on some of the patients who resided in the cells on his left and right. Row upon row they stretched out, a whole building filled with freaks. Up on the upper levels it seemed like a clinic for the mentally ill, but below, the patients that were brought in were more than just freaks in the mind, they were freaks physically as well. Mutations, no one knew what from, were appearing all through the continent of north America, and a few cases had been reported in Europe as well. But those were only the ones who came out into public, there were probably thousands posing as regular people. Sighing, the guard reached the end of the hall and unlocked the heavy steel door and walked through.
As he closed it behind him, he felt a large gust of wind and cursed as he fell back against the wall.
"Goddamn it!" he yelled out loud.
"Anything wrong bill?" a voice cackled over his radio.
"No, just subject 54b acting up again most likely."
"We'll send someone down to sedate him." The voice said.
"Alright, I'm going on break."
Then the man headed up the stairwell, never thinking of the door that he had just closed with the keys hanging in the lock.
***
Pietro sped down the rows of cells, and found his stomach clenched in fear and anger when he saw the people inside. Some were curled in balls in the corners, bruised and battered. Others were lying sedated on their cots or floors. All of them showed signs of being terribly mistreated. Pietro forced himself to keep moving, searching high and low for his sister. He could still see her screaming at magnus, begging him to not leave her, but he just turned and left. He had told Pietro that if he came quietly, he wouldn't be hurt like his sister was, and like a fool he believed his 'caring father'. It was three weeks of terror before Pietro ran to New York City. Suddenly Pietro stopped in his tracks in front of a cell. He tried to collect his thoughts as he peered in. Something in the back of his head had screamed as he ran past this spot, and his breath caught in his throat. Inside, hanging limply from chains attached to the wall, was his sister, Wanda Maximoff. She was heavily sedated, and looked barely alive. Her grimy black hair fell in front of her pale face. Ugly bruises were scattered across her body. Pietro suppressed a cry of anguish and reached for the bars, only to have an electrical current run through his body. This explained the twitching bodies near the doors, if it wasn't for his speed, Pietro knew he would have been convulsing on the floor from the electrical currents. He felt a whisper of wind behind him, and he was immediately on his guard, as the corridor was at least three stories below ground. Spinning around, Pietro could see that some of the mutants had crawled to the front of their cells and were now watching him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. One had reached his thin arm through his bars and was moving his hand around slowly, and Pietro guessed that it was him who had gotten his attention with the soft breeze. Pietro walked slowly over to the man's cell, and as he approached the arm retreated back into the cell. Pietro crouched low
"Hello" he said quietly.
The man, who couldn't have been more than twenty, flinched and stepped back.
"No, it's alright, I'm not one of them." Pietro reached his hand into the cell carefully and gestured for the man to come closer. Hesitantly, the man complied. "What's your name?"
"54B" the man said.
Pietro shook his head. "No I mean your real name."
The man thought for a while, but then he shook his head. "We have no names." He said.
"Yes you do, everyone has a name. I'm Pietro." This got a strange reaction from the man. "You-You're Pietro?" the man asked hesitantly. Pietro nodded. "I'm a mutant like you."
The man was silent for a while. Finally he opened his mouth. "My name is Malys." He said slowly. Pietro almost smiled. "Malys, I need your help." Malys nodded.
"do you know the girl in that cell there?" again Malys nodded. "I need to get her out of here, how do you get the doors to open?"
"The guards have a ring of card keys, one for each door." Pietro brought his hand back through the bars and was gone and back in a blink of an eye, the ring in his hand. "Like this?" he asked.
Malys looked at him in shock before nodding.
"Will you free us?" Malys asked hesitantly.
Pietro froze. He looked around him to see that more and more mutants had crawled forward. His mind raced even faster than usual. "Yes." He said finally, his speech surprisingly slow and calm. "But I need your help Malys." Malys nodded. Pietro flipped through the keys until he found the one that had 54B on the end. He slipped it into a small slit next to the door and he heard a very faint click. Very hesitantly he touched the bars of Marys' cell and was relieved to find the electricity had been turned off. Pietro pulled and the cell wall slid into the opposite wall. Marys looked shocked and scrambled unsteadily onto his feet. He moved forwards and looked around in disbelief as he stood in the hallway.
"I'm..out." Was all he could say.
Pietro put a hand on Malys' shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze.
"Now, lets get everyone else out of here."
Malys nodded numbly. Pietro flipped through the cards in a blur and found his sister's key. He opened the cell door and ran inside. He slowly reached his hand up and stroked his sister's bruised cheek, and his sister flinched.
"Please.not again." Wanda mumbled, her eyes still closed.
Pietro caressed his sister's face and brushed her hair back away from her pale face. Pietro turned to see Malys looking at him oddly from the doorway. Tossing him the keys, Pietro said
"go free the others and get out of here, the guards will be down within minutes, you have to escape."
"But what about you?" Malys asked.
"I will meet you outside." Pietro said.
It was an obvious lie, but Malys seemed to understand and left to free his comrades. Pietro again turned to his sister, touching her face as he tried to help her wake up. Wanda groaned and slowly opened her eyes. But recognition did not strike, and her eyes were distant and clouded even as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Wanda." Pietro said quietly. "We have to go, you have to wake up."
No response, Wanda just continued to cry silently. Pietro broke the shackles that held her hands together. Now he got a response, but it was a shocking one. Wanda dropped her hands and bent down, unlocking her chains on her ankles. Then she stood back up and slowly stumbled forward. Pietro grabbed her wrist as she walked right past him. The moment he touched her she stopped and stood still.
"Wanda, please, remember me." Pietro whispered.
He brought her hand up to his face and kissed her palm before resting it on his cheek.
"Wanda?" Wanda faced him and once again seemed to be waiting for him to do something. He let go of her hand and she resumed moving. She stopped next to the cot and then lay down. Pietro thought she was falling asleep, but then she slowly undid her filthy shirt and slid her black ragged pants down to her knees. Then she lay on her stomach and didn't move. Realization dawned on Pietro and he felt like screaming in fury, finding every single guard and ripping them limb form limb. He found himself sobbing as he saw his sweet sister staring dully at the wall, waiting to be raped. In a flash Pietro went to his sister's side and knelt next to her head.
"Wanda." He said in a choked voice, louder than before. Finally, a bad taste in his mouth, Pietro looked to the door for the number. "61K." Pietro said.
Wanda reacted to that. Please forgive me sister. Pietro pleaded mentally.
"61K stand up." He said. Wand stood up from her cot, still stark naked.
"61K, get dressed." Again Wanda did as she was told, buttoning her shirt and pulling up her ripped cloth pants.
"61K, we're going to leave now. Come here."
Wanda walked to her brother. Pietro picked her up into his strong arms and in a flash was out into the corridor and speeding towards the stairs. Malys and the other mutants had already fled. Pietro ran up the stairs in a blur, tears fell from his eyes constantly, streaming behind them. Finally they reached the upper levels, and there Pietro was forced to stop. A mass of fifty guards stood in their way, and another twenty stood in a circle surrounding Malys and the other mutants.
"Surprise." One of the guards said with a leer.
Pietro slowly lay his sister down and stood up strait.
"Let us pass." He said, his voice strong and commanding. Still the guards laughed.
"Or you'll do what? Get your band of sedated nuts and drool us to death?" one laughed.
In the blink of an eye the guard was on his back, his windpipe crushed. The guards around him backed up in shock before turning back to Pietro.
"I assure you we can do more than that." He said, while mentally he tried calling out his thoughts to the group of mutants, praying that one was a telepath. A young girl no more than ten looked up suddenly, and then looked over at Pietro. Pietro made sure his outer appearance remained the same and continued to shout at the guards as he projected his thoughts to the girl. Can you hear me? He projected. Yes, the girl replied. Who are you?
My name is Pietro, I was the one who saved you and the others from your cells.
t didn't work though, and now they will punish us.
It doesn't have to be that way, can you project my thoughts to the others in your group?
I think so, I've never tried anything like that before though.
Alright, try your best, ready? Go! Pietro projected his plan through the mind of the little girl, as well as the emotions of fury and hope towards their captors and the freedom that lay beyond the guards. Finally Pietro broke the link and turned to the guards, praying that the girl had come through for him.
"Negotiations are over fuckers." He said in a low voice.
The guards lifted their guns too late, as Pietro ran full speed through their ranks, turning and twisting to turn himself into a human cyclone. Men flew left and right, and Pietro found himself choking some, breaking legs and arms as he spun at impossible speed. All he could see was his beautiful sister's eyes dull and lifeless, unknown tears running down her unblinking eyes. Everything else was a red blur of rage and blood. Finally he slowed himself, only to find that the raging wind didn't stop. Turning, Pietro could see Malys floating, his filthy hair and clothes whipping round as he made harsh circling gestures with his hands. Fire flew from across the room, followed by screams of agony. Some of the guards lay on the ground, their chests or heads collapsed as if hollow. Telepaths flew guards and guns into walls or down the stairs to their destruction. Healers took care of the wounded. In one corner, nothing but darkness remained. A woman and man with black wings screeched with fury as they picked up their torturers in bird like talons and dropped them onto large spikes that appeared out of nowhere. The bodies were ripped part by a pack of what looked like cougars. Others without warlike powers protected those still comatose and fled with them towards the cool night. Flying mutants lifted some into the air and fled by sky. A large part of the stone wall malted into nothingness outside and those on land ran through into the woods that surrounded the asylum on one side. Pietro picked Wanda into his arms and ran full speed out into the night, past the destroyed wall and into the thick forest. Head resting on his chest, Wanda Maximoff gave a sigh and unknowingly took her first cool breath of air as a free woman in over six years.
***
A/N: tada! I am a genius! Wow, that had to be one of the best chapters I've ever written! And I owe it all to my inspiration Orli! Thank you so much for prodding me to type this up, im so glad I did! Speaking of Orli, she(?) is the best Xmen:the movie writer I've ever read, please read her stuff, it's just mindblowing! 'Staring at trouble remix' is just amazing! Well until next time! Rietro 4ever! Lance rox us all! Brohood rulz! ~Rio~
Chap 15: revenge for a broken sister
A/N: ..*sheepish face*..i'm soooooo sorry! I feel so badly that I haven't been writing . at all! Wahhhhhhh! There's no excuse, and I can't make promises for the future, other than I swear I will never forget about this site and its wonderful readers and writers! And even if it takes me six months to finish a chapter (which I promise it wont) I will keep posting until my stories are finished, I don't believe in abandoning my writing. Even my valentine's day story, though it might not be updated until next valentines LOL! Well let's get on with it shall we? Oh by the way, this chapter is dedicated to Orli!
Warning: this chapter contains nudity, graphic violence, and talks bout sexual abuse, if you by some miracle have a pure and innocent mind, I beg you not to read this and keep on living a carefree life! p.s. would anyone read if I did a few short stories about Wanda and Pietro's adolescent years together with Charles and Magnus? ***
The guard yawned and lazily walked his rounds through the corridors, peering in now and then on some of the patients who resided in the cells on his left and right. Row upon row they stretched out, a whole building filled with freaks. Up on the upper levels it seemed like a clinic for the mentally ill, but below, the patients that were brought in were more than just freaks in the mind, they were freaks physically as well. Mutations, no one knew what from, were appearing all through the continent of north America, and a few cases had been reported in Europe as well. But those were only the ones who came out into public, there were probably thousands posing as regular people. Sighing, the guard reached the end of the hall and unlocked the heavy steel door and walked through.
As he closed it behind him, he felt a large gust of wind and cursed as he fell back against the wall.
"Goddamn it!" he yelled out loud.
"Anything wrong bill?" a voice cackled over his radio.
"No, just subject 54b acting up again most likely."
"We'll send someone down to sedate him." The voice said.
"Alright, I'm going on break."
Then the man headed up the stairwell, never thinking of the door that he had just closed with the keys hanging in the lock.
***
Pietro sped down the rows of cells, and found his stomach clenched in fear and anger when he saw the people inside. Some were curled in balls in the corners, bruised and battered. Others were lying sedated on their cots or floors. All of them showed signs of being terribly mistreated. Pietro forced himself to keep moving, searching high and low for his sister. He could still see her screaming at magnus, begging him to not leave her, but he just turned and left. He had told Pietro that if he came quietly, he wouldn't be hurt like his sister was, and like a fool he believed his 'caring father'. It was three weeks of terror before Pietro ran to New York City. Suddenly Pietro stopped in his tracks in front of a cell. He tried to collect his thoughts as he peered in. Something in the back of his head had screamed as he ran past this spot, and his breath caught in his throat. Inside, hanging limply from chains attached to the wall, was his sister, Wanda Maximoff. She was heavily sedated, and looked barely alive. Her grimy black hair fell in front of her pale face. Ugly bruises were scattered across her body. Pietro suppressed a cry of anguish and reached for the bars, only to have an electrical current run through his body. This explained the twitching bodies near the doors, if it wasn't for his speed, Pietro knew he would have been convulsing on the floor from the electrical currents. He felt a whisper of wind behind him, and he was immediately on his guard, as the corridor was at least three stories below ground. Spinning around, Pietro could see that some of the mutants had crawled to the front of their cells and were now watching him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. One had reached his thin arm through his bars and was moving his hand around slowly, and Pietro guessed that it was him who had gotten his attention with the soft breeze. Pietro walked slowly over to the man's cell, and as he approached the arm retreated back into the cell. Pietro crouched low
"Hello" he said quietly.
The man, who couldn't have been more than twenty, flinched and stepped back.
"No, it's alright, I'm not one of them." Pietro reached his hand into the cell carefully and gestured for the man to come closer. Hesitantly, the man complied. "What's your name?"
"54B" the man said.
Pietro shook his head. "No I mean your real name."
The man thought for a while, but then he shook his head. "We have no names." He said.
"Yes you do, everyone has a name. I'm Pietro." This got a strange reaction from the man. "You-You're Pietro?" the man asked hesitantly. Pietro nodded. "I'm a mutant like you."
The man was silent for a while. Finally he opened his mouth. "My name is Malys." He said slowly. Pietro almost smiled. "Malys, I need your help." Malys nodded.
"do you know the girl in that cell there?" again Malys nodded. "I need to get her out of here, how do you get the doors to open?"
"The guards have a ring of card keys, one for each door." Pietro brought his hand back through the bars and was gone and back in a blink of an eye, the ring in his hand. "Like this?" he asked.
Malys looked at him in shock before nodding.
"Will you free us?" Malys asked hesitantly.
Pietro froze. He looked around him to see that more and more mutants had crawled forward. His mind raced even faster than usual. "Yes." He said finally, his speech surprisingly slow and calm. "But I need your help Malys." Malys nodded. Pietro flipped through the keys until he found the one that had 54B on the end. He slipped it into a small slit next to the door and he heard a very faint click. Very hesitantly he touched the bars of Marys' cell and was relieved to find the electricity had been turned off. Pietro pulled and the cell wall slid into the opposite wall. Marys looked shocked and scrambled unsteadily onto his feet. He moved forwards and looked around in disbelief as he stood in the hallway.
"I'm..out." Was all he could say.
Pietro put a hand on Malys' shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze.
"Now, lets get everyone else out of here."
Malys nodded numbly. Pietro flipped through the cards in a blur and found his sister's key. He opened the cell door and ran inside. He slowly reached his hand up and stroked his sister's bruised cheek, and his sister flinched.
"Please.not again." Wanda mumbled, her eyes still closed.
Pietro caressed his sister's face and brushed her hair back away from her pale face. Pietro turned to see Malys looking at him oddly from the doorway. Tossing him the keys, Pietro said
"go free the others and get out of here, the guards will be down within minutes, you have to escape."
"But what about you?" Malys asked.
"I will meet you outside." Pietro said.
It was an obvious lie, but Malys seemed to understand and left to free his comrades. Pietro again turned to his sister, touching her face as he tried to help her wake up. Wanda groaned and slowly opened her eyes. But recognition did not strike, and her eyes were distant and clouded even as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Wanda." Pietro said quietly. "We have to go, you have to wake up."
No response, Wanda just continued to cry silently. Pietro broke the shackles that held her hands together. Now he got a response, but it was a shocking one. Wanda dropped her hands and bent down, unlocking her chains on her ankles. Then she stood back up and slowly stumbled forward. Pietro grabbed her wrist as she walked right past him. The moment he touched her she stopped and stood still.
"Wanda, please, remember me." Pietro whispered.
He brought her hand up to his face and kissed her palm before resting it on his cheek.
"Wanda?" Wanda faced him and once again seemed to be waiting for him to do something. He let go of her hand and she resumed moving. She stopped next to the cot and then lay down. Pietro thought she was falling asleep, but then she slowly undid her filthy shirt and slid her black ragged pants down to her knees. Then she lay on her stomach and didn't move. Realization dawned on Pietro and he felt like screaming in fury, finding every single guard and ripping them limb form limb. He found himself sobbing as he saw his sweet sister staring dully at the wall, waiting to be raped. In a flash Pietro went to his sister's side and knelt next to her head.
"Wanda." He said in a choked voice, louder than before. Finally, a bad taste in his mouth, Pietro looked to the door for the number. "61K." Pietro said.
Wanda reacted to that. Please forgive me sister. Pietro pleaded mentally.
"61K stand up." He said. Wand stood up from her cot, still stark naked.
"61K, get dressed." Again Wanda did as she was told, buttoning her shirt and pulling up her ripped cloth pants.
"61K, we're going to leave now. Come here."
Wanda walked to her brother. Pietro picked her up into his strong arms and in a flash was out into the corridor and speeding towards the stairs. Malys and the other mutants had already fled. Pietro ran up the stairs in a blur, tears fell from his eyes constantly, streaming behind them. Finally they reached the upper levels, and there Pietro was forced to stop. A mass of fifty guards stood in their way, and another twenty stood in a circle surrounding Malys and the other mutants.
"Surprise." One of the guards said with a leer.
Pietro slowly lay his sister down and stood up strait.
"Let us pass." He said, his voice strong and commanding. Still the guards laughed.
"Or you'll do what? Get your band of sedated nuts and drool us to death?" one laughed.
In the blink of an eye the guard was on his back, his windpipe crushed. The guards around him backed up in shock before turning back to Pietro.
"I assure you we can do more than that." He said, while mentally he tried calling out his thoughts to the group of mutants, praying that one was a telepath. A young girl no more than ten looked up suddenly, and then looked over at Pietro. Pietro made sure his outer appearance remained the same and continued to shout at the guards as he projected his thoughts to the girl. Can you hear me? He projected. Yes, the girl replied. Who are you?
My name is Pietro, I was the one who saved you and the others from your cells.
t didn't work though, and now they will punish us.
It doesn't have to be that way, can you project my thoughts to the others in your group?
I think so, I've never tried anything like that before though.
Alright, try your best, ready? Go! Pietro projected his plan through the mind of the little girl, as well as the emotions of fury and hope towards their captors and the freedom that lay beyond the guards. Finally Pietro broke the link and turned to the guards, praying that the girl had come through for him.
"Negotiations are over fuckers." He said in a low voice.
The guards lifted their guns too late, as Pietro ran full speed through their ranks, turning and twisting to turn himself into a human cyclone. Men flew left and right, and Pietro found himself choking some, breaking legs and arms as he spun at impossible speed. All he could see was his beautiful sister's eyes dull and lifeless, unknown tears running down her unblinking eyes. Everything else was a red blur of rage and blood. Finally he slowed himself, only to find that the raging wind didn't stop. Turning, Pietro could see Malys floating, his filthy hair and clothes whipping round as he made harsh circling gestures with his hands. Fire flew from across the room, followed by screams of agony. Some of the guards lay on the ground, their chests or heads collapsed as if hollow. Telepaths flew guards and guns into walls or down the stairs to their destruction. Healers took care of the wounded. In one corner, nothing but darkness remained. A woman and man with black wings screeched with fury as they picked up their torturers in bird like talons and dropped them onto large spikes that appeared out of nowhere. The bodies were ripped part by a pack of what looked like cougars. Others without warlike powers protected those still comatose and fled with them towards the cool night. Flying mutants lifted some into the air and fled by sky. A large part of the stone wall malted into nothingness outside and those on land ran through into the woods that surrounded the asylum on one side. Pietro picked Wanda into his arms and ran full speed out into the night, past the destroyed wall and into the thick forest. Head resting on his chest, Wanda Maximoff gave a sigh and unknowingly took her first cool breath of air as a free woman in over six years.
***
A/N: tada! I am a genius! Wow, that had to be one of the best chapters I've ever written! And I owe it all to my inspiration Orli! Thank you so much for prodding me to type this up, im so glad I did! Speaking of Orli, she(?) is the best Xmen:the movie writer I've ever read, please read her stuff, it's just mindblowing! 'Staring at trouble remix' is just amazing! Well until next time! Rietro 4ever! Lance rox us all! Brohood rulz! ~Rio~