A/N: There's probably gonna be a ton of these, but oh well. My take on why Pietro is with Daddy.
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Pietro was seated on the balcony of his room, at his father's castle. It was supposed to be abandoned, and from the outside it appeared so. It was situated on the sea, and the scene it posed was almost magickal. Appearances are deceiving, aren't they?
Pietro's POV
Have you ever wondered where you went when you died? Whether there was really a Christian Heaven or Hell? A Norse warrior's Valhalla? The Promise Land, or Dante's Inferno? I didn't until a few days ago.
It was when Wanda attacked me with her Hex Absorbtion. Rendered my speed useless. She had put more effort into it, stealing my life. When the building exploded, I only survived because of Dad's magnetic force field. He got us out of there, just in the nick of time.
Guess who got blamed for the explosion?
I'm not entirely surprised. I always take the blame anymore. Always have. Ever since that one incident when Wanda and I were kids. We were about four, and were playing hide and seek in the control room. I was clutzy that day for some reason, and knocked over a glass of water onto the control panel, frying it. I knew that Dad would be furious, and began crying because I was so scared. Wanda went and told Dad that she had done it. He locked her up in our room.
I sat outide the door and heard her crying. Even in my four year old mind, I knew that was the beginning of the end. Dad started blaming her powers for all of the little mishaps that happened. She didn't do any of them. Some I even did. But she always took the blame. Finally he locked her away. That was when her anger took her over. And I began taking the blame.
I'm the true cause of her pain. I, of all people, know the power of regret. That event has been eating at me. Thats why I take the blame now. To try and make up for it. I know I never can.
After he locked her away, he tried to train me as his successor. I was so sad and despondent that he finally dropped me off in a orphanage, to teach me a lesson. He said that he'd come back for me a year later. He didn't. I was sent away to New York City, where I was raised by a couple. They tried, I know they did, but it was in vain.
From that point on you pretty much know the story. The only part I never understood was why it took Cueball so long to find me on the Cerebro thing. I've had my powers all my life, for both my parents are and were mutants. (Dad tells me that my mother is dead. I'm not sure whether or not to believe him.) He only found me because of that idiot Daniels. Perhaps its because my superspeed just showed up. I was always fast. Just not that fast.
It was then that Dad first contacted me after all these years. I was sittin' in jail and he offered me a get-out-of-jail free card. I took it. I'm not going to lie; I live to survive. Ever since he dropped me off at the orphanage I did all I could to survive. So I took it. Yet another regret.
He told me that if I did what he told me, I could have whatever I wanted. He attempted to brainwash me into his way of thinking, in other words. I went along with it. I personally have no ill will toward non-mutants, just the ones that try to destroy us. I can see where they're coming from. The Sentinel guy? He was sick of people getting caught in the crossfire. I don't blame him. But still. Fight fire with fire? Sounds good but look where its getting my dad.
Do I hate him? My father? Yes and no. I mean, I don't agree with what he does, but in a way how he thinks makes sense. He's sick of humanity attacking us. I am too. Guess I'm cursed that way. Seeing both sides of the story, I'm so confused as to what to do. I want to survive, but I also want peace. Sorry to sound all X-Men on ya, but I'm sick of fighting. Some peace would be nice.
So why do I stay with him? Because I'm lost. As lost as Wanda is. Guess the twin factor does exist. If I go, what wrath will he exert on us all? If I stay, will I survive that wrath? As always it comes down to survival. The most basic primitive instinct. Ironic how a being that is on higher level than most of humanity goes back to the first thing ever created in primitive human mind. Seems we really are nothing but humans.
I do wish to leave him. But I'm afraid. Amazing, no? Me admitting to be afraid of something. Even back to that incident when Wanda and I were four I was afraid him. I'm scared to death to defy him. I have seen his wrath. There's no surviving it.
But then.... Then I wonder..... Is my life worth surviving that wrath? Is worth going like this, a prisoner in my own home, my own family? Wanda defies him and lives. Mystique defies him and lives. The X-Men, as pathetic as they are, defy him and live. So why can't I? What is it that I am truly afraid of?
I don't know. I've spent my past 17 years defying people and those with authority. So why can't I defy my own insane father? I wish I knew. I wish I knew.....
Have you ever wondered about life after death? I have. And all I know is that one day I'll find out. Today I am flesh and blood, but tomorrow I could be dust. Or the day after. Or the day after that. I don't know. But I will survive somehow. I always do....
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Pietro was seated on the balcony of his room, at his father's castle. It was supposed to be abandoned, and from the outside it appeared so. It was situated on the sea, and the scene it posed was almost magickal. Appearances are deceiving, aren't they?
Pietro's POV
Have you ever wondered where you went when you died? Whether there was really a Christian Heaven or Hell? A Norse warrior's Valhalla? The Promise Land, or Dante's Inferno? I didn't until a few days ago.
It was when Wanda attacked me with her Hex Absorbtion. Rendered my speed useless. She had put more effort into it, stealing my life. When the building exploded, I only survived because of Dad's magnetic force field. He got us out of there, just in the nick of time.
Guess who got blamed for the explosion?
I'm not entirely surprised. I always take the blame anymore. Always have. Ever since that one incident when Wanda and I were kids. We were about four, and were playing hide and seek in the control room. I was clutzy that day for some reason, and knocked over a glass of water onto the control panel, frying it. I knew that Dad would be furious, and began crying because I was so scared. Wanda went and told Dad that she had done it. He locked her up in our room.
I sat outide the door and heard her crying. Even in my four year old mind, I knew that was the beginning of the end. Dad started blaming her powers for all of the little mishaps that happened. She didn't do any of them. Some I even did. But she always took the blame. Finally he locked her away. That was when her anger took her over. And I began taking the blame.
I'm the true cause of her pain. I, of all people, know the power of regret. That event has been eating at me. Thats why I take the blame now. To try and make up for it. I know I never can.
After he locked her away, he tried to train me as his successor. I was so sad and despondent that he finally dropped me off in a orphanage, to teach me a lesson. He said that he'd come back for me a year later. He didn't. I was sent away to New York City, where I was raised by a couple. They tried, I know they did, but it was in vain.
From that point on you pretty much know the story. The only part I never understood was why it took Cueball so long to find me on the Cerebro thing. I've had my powers all my life, for both my parents are and were mutants. (Dad tells me that my mother is dead. I'm not sure whether or not to believe him.) He only found me because of that idiot Daniels. Perhaps its because my superspeed just showed up. I was always fast. Just not that fast.
It was then that Dad first contacted me after all these years. I was sittin' in jail and he offered me a get-out-of-jail free card. I took it. I'm not going to lie; I live to survive. Ever since he dropped me off at the orphanage I did all I could to survive. So I took it. Yet another regret.
He told me that if I did what he told me, I could have whatever I wanted. He attempted to brainwash me into his way of thinking, in other words. I went along with it. I personally have no ill will toward non-mutants, just the ones that try to destroy us. I can see where they're coming from. The Sentinel guy? He was sick of people getting caught in the crossfire. I don't blame him. But still. Fight fire with fire? Sounds good but look where its getting my dad.
Do I hate him? My father? Yes and no. I mean, I don't agree with what he does, but in a way how he thinks makes sense. He's sick of humanity attacking us. I am too. Guess I'm cursed that way. Seeing both sides of the story, I'm so confused as to what to do. I want to survive, but I also want peace. Sorry to sound all X-Men on ya, but I'm sick of fighting. Some peace would be nice.
So why do I stay with him? Because I'm lost. As lost as Wanda is. Guess the twin factor does exist. If I go, what wrath will he exert on us all? If I stay, will I survive that wrath? As always it comes down to survival. The most basic primitive instinct. Ironic how a being that is on higher level than most of humanity goes back to the first thing ever created in primitive human mind. Seems we really are nothing but humans.
I do wish to leave him. But I'm afraid. Amazing, no? Me admitting to be afraid of something. Even back to that incident when Wanda and I were four I was afraid him. I'm scared to death to defy him. I have seen his wrath. There's no surviving it.
But then.... Then I wonder..... Is my life worth surviving that wrath? Is worth going like this, a prisoner in my own home, my own family? Wanda defies him and lives. Mystique defies him and lives. The X-Men, as pathetic as they are, defy him and live. So why can't I? What is it that I am truly afraid of?
I don't know. I've spent my past 17 years defying people and those with authority. So why can't I defy my own insane father? I wish I knew. I wish I knew.....
Have you ever wondered about life after death? I have. And all I know is that one day I'll find out. Today I am flesh and blood, but tomorrow I could be dust. Or the day after. Or the day after that. I don't know. But I will survive somehow. I always do....
