A/N: You thought I forgot ya, didn't ya? No, and I am really sorry about the delay. There was some problems with me getting to the computer. My parents kept kicking me off! They just don't get the technology generation. But I'm baaaaaack! And this chap is reaaaalllly short, but there is more to come, I promise!
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I clenched my teeth as a spasm came again. Pietro had left me in charge? I couldn't walk and could barely speak! But I know why he did. I was the only one that could give orders and such, for none of the others could. When I saw Summers cough up blood again, I knew that Pietro had done right. I just prayed he was fast enough.
Pietro's speed is life and his death. He lives for it, I know. He loves being able to just run and let the world blur away. But I also know it'll kill him one of these days. When he tries to run too fast and pasts the breaking point-- his heart will give out. I know this because I overheard our personal doctor talking to our father when I was little.
It was a regular check-up, and being bored Pietro and myself decided to play hide-and-seek. I was the one who hid. I was under a cart in the doctor's lounge room, where the good doctor spoke to our father. I didn't understand much of what was being said, being only three at the time, but I did get the meaning of a few words: Pietro, speed, heart, die. When they left, I ran out and right into Pietro. I hugged him and cried, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him what I had heard. I never did.
I hope he doesn't push himself too hard. If he were to die I don't know if I would keep my will to live. He is my other half, my twin, my brother. There is more that connects us than blood and flesh; our very souls are entwined. His pain is mine, and my pain is his. Whether it be of the body or of the mind, we feel it, share in it, and confront it together. We were apart for so long, please don't take him away from me. I pray up to the heavens and to God, Allah, Zeus, whoever is listening, please, I beg you, don't take him away from me.
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I clenched my teeth as a spasm came again. Pietro had left me in charge? I couldn't walk and could barely speak! But I know why he did. I was the only one that could give orders and such, for none of the others could. When I saw Summers cough up blood again, I knew that Pietro had done right. I just prayed he was fast enough.
Pietro's speed is life and his death. He lives for it, I know. He loves being able to just run and let the world blur away. But I also know it'll kill him one of these days. When he tries to run too fast and pasts the breaking point-- his heart will give out. I know this because I overheard our personal doctor talking to our father when I was little.
It was a regular check-up, and being bored Pietro and myself decided to play hide-and-seek. I was the one who hid. I was under a cart in the doctor's lounge room, where the good doctor spoke to our father. I didn't understand much of what was being said, being only three at the time, but I did get the meaning of a few words: Pietro, speed, heart, die. When they left, I ran out and right into Pietro. I hugged him and cried, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him what I had heard. I never did.
I hope he doesn't push himself too hard. If he were to die I don't know if I would keep my will to live. He is my other half, my twin, my brother. There is more that connects us than blood and flesh; our very souls are entwined. His pain is mine, and my pain is his. Whether it be of the body or of the mind, we feel it, share in it, and confront it together. We were apart for so long, please don't take him away from me. I pray up to the heavens and to God, Allah, Zeus, whoever is listening, please, I beg you, don't take him away from me.
