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Me: I don't own X-Men. Pietro: aww…..I wanted to say that L Me: To bad you were too slow. Pietro: What? You calling me slow? Me: Yeah what it to ya? Pietro: Why you little-? Me: Sounds like a challenge :P Pietro: Aw, on the story!
IT WAS RAINING THAT NIGHT TOO
Pietro dare not move slow, knowing that would only make his father madder at him. He move like a normal person would but a little faster. Still his ribs hurt but it would be worth having pain in his stomach now, then having more pain by his father later. He open the doors to the back room and enter.
"You wanted to see me." Pietro barely said above a whisper.
"Look the door." Magneto said harass. Pietro immediately obey. "Are the others gone?"
"Yes." Pietro cringed a little and fell inward move. Magneto didn't say anything for awhile and the silence was slowly eating away at Pietro. His father was facing away from him, looking out the only window in the room. Magneto's hand was balled up into a fist. What Pietro didn't know, was if that fist was of anger and if that anger fist was directing at him. Pietro made a move to speak, but the fear got to him and he remained where he was and looking at his feet.
Pietro could see it all in his mind's eye. His father was first going to walked away from the window and hit him in his already broken ribs and called him a "disgrace to the mutants kind and that he would love anyone else to be his son then him." Pietro shifted his weight nervous from one leg to the other.
Magneto made the first move like always and turn away from the window all to fast for the liking of Pietro. He quickly walked over to Pietro and Pietro made a face of fear as he knew his father was going to raise his fist at him. Magneto was raising his hand and Pietro knew it was coming, He could have easily run away but he knew better. He saw the hand coming closer and quickly shut his eyes shut and his face cringed at the knowing pain ahead. But the blow to his jaw never came, instead Magneto's hand gently laid to rest on his sliver hair. "You look like crap, boy."
This totally shocked Pietro. He didn't know what to do or say or even act. So he only did what he could do and lower his head lower. "You should rest for the night, go to bed now." Pietro nodded his head in reply and went too quickly out the door, he went to the bunk room where all of the boys slept. He went to his bed and laid down in it. He didn't know what just happened in his father room, for sure he thought he would beat him. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the heavy fist of his father hand in his gut and cough off bloody phlegm to the action. "Stupid boy! You should have known better then that! You fool! You were suppose to be faster and not get yourself hurt! Now it will be a while before we can go on with out plan! It all your fault to!" Magneto slam his fist on Pietro's jaw and then spit on him. "Let that be a lesson to you. Now rest stupid fool." Magneto storm out of the room.
Pietro slowly recovered and with great pain turn on his side and after much wait, he fell asleep. 'Someday, just wait. Someday, I will fight back father.' Pietro dream.
A/N: GRRRR!!! YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT!? HE HURT POOR PIETRO! HE couldn't fight back either! GRRR!! GIRLS! HOLD ME BACK OR I WILL DROP KICK SOMEONE BOOTY!
Me: I don't own X-Men. Pietro: aww…..I wanted to say that L Me: To bad you were too slow. Pietro: What? You calling me slow? Me: Yeah what it to ya? Pietro: Why you little-? Me: Sounds like a challenge :P Pietro: Aw, on the story!
IT WAS RAINING THAT NIGHT TOO
Pietro dare not move slow, knowing that would only make his father madder at him. He move like a normal person would but a little faster. Still his ribs hurt but it would be worth having pain in his stomach now, then having more pain by his father later. He open the doors to the back room and enter.
"You wanted to see me." Pietro barely said above a whisper.
"Look the door." Magneto said harass. Pietro immediately obey. "Are the others gone?"
"Yes." Pietro cringed a little and fell inward move. Magneto didn't say anything for awhile and the silence was slowly eating away at Pietro. His father was facing away from him, looking out the only window in the room. Magneto's hand was balled up into a fist. What Pietro didn't know, was if that fist was of anger and if that anger fist was directing at him. Pietro made a move to speak, but the fear got to him and he remained where he was and looking at his feet.
Pietro could see it all in his mind's eye. His father was first going to walked away from the window and hit him in his already broken ribs and called him a "disgrace to the mutants kind and that he would love anyone else to be his son then him." Pietro shifted his weight nervous from one leg to the other.
Magneto made the first move like always and turn away from the window all to fast for the liking of Pietro. He quickly walked over to Pietro and Pietro made a face of fear as he knew his father was going to raise his fist at him. Magneto was raising his hand and Pietro knew it was coming, He could have easily run away but he knew better. He saw the hand coming closer and quickly shut his eyes shut and his face cringed at the knowing pain ahead. But the blow to his jaw never came, instead Magneto's hand gently laid to rest on his sliver hair. "You look like crap, boy."
This totally shocked Pietro. He didn't know what to do or say or even act. So he only did what he could do and lower his head lower. "You should rest for the night, go to bed now." Pietro nodded his head in reply and went too quickly out the door, he went to the bunk room where all of the boys slept. He went to his bed and laid down in it. He didn't know what just happened in his father room, for sure he thought he would beat him. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the heavy fist of his father hand in his gut and cough off bloody phlegm to the action. "Stupid boy! You should have known better then that! You fool! You were suppose to be faster and not get yourself hurt! Now it will be a while before we can go on with out plan! It all your fault to!" Magneto slam his fist on Pietro's jaw and then spit on him. "Let that be a lesson to you. Now rest stupid fool." Magneto storm out of the room.
Pietro slowly recovered and with great pain turn on his side and after much wait, he fell asleep. 'Someday, just wait. Someday, I will fight back father.' Pietro dream.
A/N: GRRRR!!! YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT!? HE HURT POOR PIETRO! HE couldn't fight back either! GRRR!! GIRLS! HOLD ME BACK OR I WILL DROP KICK SOMEONE BOOTY!