Hello all you readers out there in reader-land. I don't own any X-Men chars. This is a story I thought up of one day after seeing the "Hex Factor" and "The stuff of heroes." This story is about Pietro/Wanda and about their past and now future. I hope you all enjoy. Please R&R.
"talking"
'thought'
IT WAS RAINING THAT NIGHT TOO.
He looked up, to see a clear white ceiling. It was deftly not the ceiling of his bedroom, in the Brotherhood boarding house or the ceiling of where he stay when he worked for his father on mission. 'It must be a hospital I'm in,' his mind quickly thought. He heard beeping and turn his head to it, seeing a heart monitor, hook up to him. He also saw other machines hook to him, and an ivy attached to his right arm. From the looked at the machine, he could tell that he was in pretty bad shape and if he could get out of bed and look into a mirror, he would probably see he looked like shit. He looked to his left, and saw that it was nighttime and it was raining heavily outside.
"I hate the rain," Pietro said sighing.
'It was raining that night too.' His mind thought once again. 'I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. He said that was where she belong and that they would help her. True, she really did need help…she was out of controlled and if she didn't get help she would probably kill not only herself but her family too…..but I should have help her. I should have stopped him for putting her in that place. She needed help, but she didn't need to be lock up in that place. She was so afraid when they came and took her. She pleaded to father to help her, but he didn't. He looked away from her. I bet he didn't even see the tears in her eyes or her voice….. I didn't help her neither.' A frown from on his face at the memory. 'He told me it was going to be ok and that I could go see her whenever I felt like. He told me that she was going to get help and that we were going to come back for in when she got better. But none of that happened. We didn't go back for her. We left her there. We left her there to die, really. I wanted to go back for her, and I tried…but I got caught. Then father hollered at me for trying to. He told me to forget about her, and that if I ever try to go back for her he would kill me. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. So I did what I was told to, I forgot about you, Wanda. Not really, just enough to push you out of my mind. I'm sorry, Wanda….I wanted to help you, but I was to scared. I didn't know what or how to save you.'
"I really hate the rain." Pietro slowly close his heavy eyelids and went back to sleep.
"talking"
'thought'
IT WAS RAINING THAT NIGHT TOO.
He looked up, to see a clear white ceiling. It was deftly not the ceiling of his bedroom, in the Brotherhood boarding house or the ceiling of where he stay when he worked for his father on mission. 'It must be a hospital I'm in,' his mind quickly thought. He heard beeping and turn his head to it, seeing a heart monitor, hook up to him. He also saw other machines hook to him, and an ivy attached to his right arm. From the looked at the machine, he could tell that he was in pretty bad shape and if he could get out of bed and look into a mirror, he would probably see he looked like shit. He looked to his left, and saw that it was nighttime and it was raining heavily outside.
"I hate the rain," Pietro said sighing.
'It was raining that night too.' His mind thought once again. 'I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. He said that was where she belong and that they would help her. True, she really did need help…she was out of controlled and if she didn't get help she would probably kill not only herself but her family too…..but I should have help her. I should have stopped him for putting her in that place. She needed help, but she didn't need to be lock up in that place. She was so afraid when they came and took her. She pleaded to father to help her, but he didn't. He looked away from her. I bet he didn't even see the tears in her eyes or her voice….. I didn't help her neither.' A frown from on his face at the memory. 'He told me it was going to be ok and that I could go see her whenever I felt like. He told me that she was going to get help and that we were going to come back for in when she got better. But none of that happened. We didn't go back for her. We left her there. We left her there to die, really. I wanted to go back for her, and I tried…but I got caught. Then father hollered at me for trying to. He told me to forget about her, and that if I ever try to go back for her he would kill me. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. So I did what I was told to, I forgot about you, Wanda. Not really, just enough to push you out of my mind. I'm sorry, Wanda….I wanted to help you, but I was to scared. I didn't know what or how to save you.'
"I really hate the rain." Pietro slowly close his heavy eyelids and went back to sleep.