Oooh, poor Pietro.look what I'm doing to you now.I seem to like doing bad
stuff to the Brotherhood.
Pietro: I know.you are SUCH a- Mýa: Do you wanna live? Pietro: But look what you did to all of us in "The Portal" Mýa: What was it, you always hurt the ones you like best? Pietro: Almost.
Hehe, at least he gets his own fic. Maybe. Anyhow, I'm starting this off with bits of a song in it. Be careful what you read here, because this bits a Pietro angst and it may explain things to come. Guess the main characters in it by the song and what Pietro thinks. Anything in between "" is what he thinks. The settings: A hospital (Hehe, Soz) Oh, and 'Him' and 'Her' are NOT mother and father.guess who they are. Note: This is what happens when I get the flu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pietro, I don't own 'him' and I don't own 'her'. I don't own this song, either. It belongs to Nickleback.
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"This is all his fault. I was trying to save him. It was one of those evil sentinals. Now look where I am. The hospital, hooked up to god-knows how many machines. I should have known better. He abandoned us when we were younger. What made me think he changed?"
Father's hands are lined with dirt from long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals in a café on Main Street With mouths to feed.just tryin' to keep clothing on our backs And all I hear about it.is how it's so bad
"I should have listened to her. Instead I ignored her. I ignored her way back then, and despite my better judgement, I'm pretty much ignoring her now. When I get out of here, I'll go back. Things'll be like the good old times. They will eventually accept me again. Eventually."
It's too bad, it's stupid Too late, so wrong, so long Its too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk
"Or maybe they wouldn't. Ever. He's wrong, I know he is. I was wrong, too. Maybe I should run to Xavier for help. He would extend the hand of friendship to anyone, mutant or human. But no matter how fast I can run, I couldn't get away. Not from him. I'd be as good as dead."
You left without saying goodbye although I'm sure you tried You called the house from time to time to make sure we're alive But you weren't there right when I needed you the most And now I dream about it.and how it's so bad
"No way would either of them ever accept me running to the X-Men. She has independence. We should be alike, her and I, but in almost every ways, we are not. I love my sister, although she hates my guts, I love her more than anyone could possibly imagine. I should have stuck by her. But he is also powerful. I saw what he did to some of those guards. As soon as I get out of here, I'm leaving them. I'm not going back. Not when I get out, not ever."
Father's hands are lined with guilt from tearing us apart Guess it turned out in the end, just look at where we are We made it out.we still got clothing on our backs And now I scream about it.and how it's so bad
"I'm kidding myself. I have no independence whatsoever. I'm a coward, through and through. A weak coward and a loser. And that's all I'll ever be. A looser. And I hate all of this. But I know that I am too much of a coward. No matter what I say, I will always be with that cruel man who is my father. I'm too scared to ever do anything about it."
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So that's just the introduction. I wont say where this should be (in the middle of the story, beginning, etc) cause this story will jump from time to time, forward and backwards. Please review while I go have some soup to try help my flu.
Pietro: I know.you are SUCH a- Mýa: Do you wanna live? Pietro: But look what you did to all of us in "The Portal" Mýa: What was it, you always hurt the ones you like best? Pietro: Almost.
Hehe, at least he gets his own fic. Maybe. Anyhow, I'm starting this off with bits of a song in it. Be careful what you read here, because this bits a Pietro angst and it may explain things to come. Guess the main characters in it by the song and what Pietro thinks. Anything in between "" is what he thinks. The settings: A hospital (Hehe, Soz) Oh, and 'Him' and 'Her' are NOT mother and father.guess who they are. Note: This is what happens when I get the flu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pietro, I don't own 'him' and I don't own 'her'. I don't own this song, either. It belongs to Nickleback.
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"This is all his fault. I was trying to save him. It was one of those evil sentinals. Now look where I am. The hospital, hooked up to god-knows how many machines. I should have known better. He abandoned us when we were younger. What made me think he changed?"
Father's hands are lined with dirt from long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals in a café on Main Street With mouths to feed.just tryin' to keep clothing on our backs And all I hear about it.is how it's so bad
"I should have listened to her. Instead I ignored her. I ignored her way back then, and despite my better judgement, I'm pretty much ignoring her now. When I get out of here, I'll go back. Things'll be like the good old times. They will eventually accept me again. Eventually."
It's too bad, it's stupid Too late, so wrong, so long Its too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk
"Or maybe they wouldn't. Ever. He's wrong, I know he is. I was wrong, too. Maybe I should run to Xavier for help. He would extend the hand of friendship to anyone, mutant or human. But no matter how fast I can run, I couldn't get away. Not from him. I'd be as good as dead."
You left without saying goodbye although I'm sure you tried You called the house from time to time to make sure we're alive But you weren't there right when I needed you the most And now I dream about it.and how it's so bad
"No way would either of them ever accept me running to the X-Men. She has independence. We should be alike, her and I, but in almost every ways, we are not. I love my sister, although she hates my guts, I love her more than anyone could possibly imagine. I should have stuck by her. But he is also powerful. I saw what he did to some of those guards. As soon as I get out of here, I'm leaving them. I'm not going back. Not when I get out, not ever."
Father's hands are lined with guilt from tearing us apart Guess it turned out in the end, just look at where we are We made it out.we still got clothing on our backs And now I scream about it.and how it's so bad
"I'm kidding myself. I have no independence whatsoever. I'm a coward, through and through. A weak coward and a loser. And that's all I'll ever be. A looser. And I hate all of this. But I know that I am too much of a coward. No matter what I say, I will always be with that cruel man who is my father. I'm too scared to ever do anything about it."
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So that's just the introduction. I wont say where this should be (in the middle of the story, beginning, etc) cause this story will jump from time to time, forward and backwards. Please review while I go have some soup to try help my flu.