A/N: Thankies 4 da reviews! *hugs everybody and gets a lot of wierd looks* Sorry... Oh, and if this seems a little.... hyper..... its because I'm watching NASCAR at the same time I write this.... Adrenaline and angst do not mix.....


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Yeah, I'm still alive.


Except I'm down here now. I passed out up there in the tower, so he dragged me down to the dungeon. Not Magneto, my guard. Known as Fang, and only God knows why, he is the laziest sumbitch on the face of this planet. But does he get punished? No..... Guess I can't complain too much. At least he gave me a warm cell.


I'm also getting fed, and not much by choice. 'Daddy' is keeping me alive so he can torture me more. Yay. But like I said, it's warm down here and I'm not chained to the wall. But I still wish I was dead.


Know what I've been doing to pass the time I'm awake? Thinking of the best way to commit suicide. There's the traditional ways: a bullet through the head, razors, a noose..... But I got a lot of interesting 'new' ways. NOS sounds the best so far.....


/I can't stand anymore of this!/


/Who in the blue hell?/


/It's me Pietro. Professor Xavier. And please, refrain from those graphic thoughts./


/Where the hell are you? And what are you doing trippin' around in my head?/


/To answer your first question, I'm in a cell not to far from you. A few down the row. For the second, I wasn't in your head, you were projecting your thoughts rather intensely./


/Oh. Did dear old Dad capture you?/


/Yes, Eric did./


/Eric. Don't here him called that much. Wait a minute, why am I talking to you?/


/I think you should by the way your thoughts seem./


/Why? Don't you like my lovely thoughts of self-destruction? It doesn't matter. I'm dead anyway./


/Why do you say that, Pietro?/


/Ah for Christ's sake, get out of my head! What do you care? Huh? None of you X-Freaks care! Not about me, not about Wanda, not about...../


/Not about what?/


/Not about the fact that we lived to survive.... And I can no longer live for that./


/Is it because of your sister? Why do you hate her so?/


/I don't hate her.... Perhaps I do.... It doesn't matter..... I'll soon be dead and she'll be happy.... It's what she wants...../ Pietro was muttering to himself, but the Prof heard and saw his thoughts. It was flashes of the look of hatred on Wanda's face.


/Pietro, I don't think she hates you..../


/Shut up./


/I'm being honest. It's hard to hate your brother no matter what they do... I don't like what Cain has done, but I don't hate him./


/I find that hard to believe./


/Do you?/


/No./


/Do you care about Wanda?/ There was no answer at first. /Pietro?/


/Yeah, I do./


/Then that's all that matters./


/Never thought I'd say this, but thanks Prof. One small thing, though./


/What is it?/


/My name is Pi-AY-tro, not Pi-UH-tro./


/Sorry, Pi-AY-tro./


/S'ok. Can have some quiet now? And I'll try to block my thoughts./


/That would be appreciated./


The Prof is right. But I can't let go of the fact that she DOES hate me... I just don't hate her back... Why is this so confusing? WHY?! *Sighs* Doesn't matter.... It'll be over soon.....