It'll Never be the Same

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Sc: Hey! Guess what… right now; I'm in a car writing this. I am stuck going on a vacation to a farm. God, I hate farms, so I am making the best of it and writing a lot of chappies…so you will have a lot updated when I get back. I HATE FARMS. I'm looking outside and I see buildings, so we haven't reached the farm yet, but I got another 12 hours to go before I get there. *exaggerated sigh* So I got a lot of time to waste. Thank fucking everything that I was allowed to take a laptop!!! SALVATION!!!! And I set up my VCR to tape my X-Evo shows. I LOVE TECHNOLOGY, WHAT A GREAT THING!!! Just thought I might show my despair. lol. So, for the sake of my trip, and my absolute boredom… please review!

MP: Just one question…um why did you have to drag us along…well me more importantly?!?!?!

Sc: Because you're my muses and I'm not going through hell alone.

MP: BUT WHY ME!?!?!? You know I can't live without a big population…meaning civilization. And…* his mouth and eyes started to get wide* What about clubbing!?!?! The people their need me!!! THEY NEED ME!!!!

Sc: You're preaching to the choir. My parents are listening to some shitty music, god only knows! And I won't have starbucks for a good week. No brownie frapacino for me!!!!

MP: I think…I'm going to faint. * twitching slightly because of parent's music*

Sc: Don't worry about the music Pie, I got plenty of CD's, my CD player, my laptop which also plays music, DVD's to play on the laptop, and also an extra pair of headphones, just for you. We may survive…. OH NO, THERE GOES THE LAST OF THE BUILDINGS PIE!

MR: Come on guys…the country ain't that bad!

SC and MP: * cries hysterically, with arms draped around each other's shoulders, waving goodbye to the disappearing buildings*

MR: * shakes head in disbelief* Pathetic…just read the story, and sorry about the country bashing, its all because of our stressed author. -_-; Please review for her sake.

Hey, just so you know, this chapter or the next may contain a little one way slash feelings. So you have been warned.

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" Ah jus' need tah relax some." She got off the rock and went to lie on the ground. She put her scarred arms under her head. " It's jus' ah don' know if ah can go back tah the mansion. They all have changed, and ah know ah'm hurting Kitty. She's probably the only reason that ah'm still alive. Ah don' wanna hurt her further… although ah don' know why she would care for a monster like mah. All ah have ever been is a burden to everyone, and on top of that a traitor. Ah made the first mistake by leaving mah family tah join the X-Men. Ah had three brothers… and someone ah love very much, that was my family. And ah made the second mistake was breaking up with him…Pietro." Tears fell from her distraught eyes, burning wholes into the trees with her stare.

Rogue paused and slipped off her green over shirt, just leaving her in her black tank top. " Look at all the scars and cuts." She stroked a few that were on her arm. " If this is supposed to be a bad thing, then why do I love it so much? Why is it such a release for me?" She just gazed at the bright blue sky, although she was hidden in the tree's shadow. Her thoughts engulfed her mind, leaving her to ponder her them.

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Chapter 6 Pietro's POV

Pietro was standing on the edge of a cliff. The wind was blowing in his pale face, ruffling up his gorgeous sliver hair. He stared down at Bayville below him. So many faces, so many families. He picked up a rock and threw it below, it only took a couple seconds until he heard a ' thunk' to indicate it hit the ground.

' So many people. They all have someone in the end, whether they are aware of it or not. Where do I fit in? Oh yeah, that's right I don't.' Pietro inched closer to the edge. ' I ran. That's all I know how to do. Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me. Well, you know the rest. Lost, invisible, and worthless. Heh... my life story. All I've done is run my whole life. Why can't someone help me stop? Even alcohol has its limits to slowing me down. If I screamed, could anyone hear me? Would they even want to? Probably not, no one ever hears me, nor wants to. I'm that little pest that won't stop buzzing around you. Only good when it comes to speed. Used by my father. Used by Mystique. Used by my…by the brotherhood. I only wanted to fit in… to be accepted...'

The sun was setting, making the clouds appear pink, orange, and red. ' They were demanding so much. Why did Lance want to know? They just wanted the son of Magneto so stay alive, so they could keep there financial support. Oh, and so they could stay close to the boss. That's the only reason Wanda tolerates me, because she thinks by getting closer to me, she will find the location of ' father'. What a joke, that's all I am. Fred held on so tightly to my arms, blood was pouring down. He was probably angry because the only decent cook was suicidal; which meant less food for him. Todd didn't seem to care, he only cared about Wanda, and I already went over why she wants me alive. Todd just probably follows her lead. But Lance…I don't know why. Maybe because it would make him look bad as a leader if I died. I don't know; if anyone, he's the one who I will miss the most from brotherhood. He, more than anyone else, listened to what I had to say. Almost like he actually cared. He was always my friend.'

Pietro's feet continued to shift back and forth, tears now freely streaming down the sides of his face. ' Rogue, I will miss you most of all. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drive you away, but I guess that was a mutual thing. I just hope that you find love, in which you can one day enjoy. I love you so, so much. And now… there is only one place that no matter how hard I try to run, it won't do me any good.' Pietro looked down the cliff once more. ' The brotherhood aren't even looking for me and Rogue has no idea… which actually makes things easier. I have, only one regret. And that is, that Rogue and I had found a way to fall in love the right way. Maybe if we had stop crying over the past, and stopped worrying about the future, we may have found time for each other. But, it's too late for that now.'

Tiny pebbles rolled down the cliff. The wind blew fiercely, rushing past his body. He lifted his arms up, like a bird taking flight. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, he slightly bent his knees and soared off the edge. The wind was whistling past him now; clothes flapping horrendously. ' Now this is true speed.' He reached the bottom with a thump. His body landing on the flat surface, minus one factor. A keen rock pierced through his stomach, with a 2-inch diameter. He wasn't moving, his chest barley lifting itself off the ground, with quick short breathes. But, the scariest thing of all, was the disturbingly pleased smile plastered on Pietro's face, the final release was mere moments away.

He passed out shortly after, and then found by a group of joggers. One used his phone to call 911. They ambulance came and took the boy immediately to the hospital, before it was too late.

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Lance and the others arrived at the hospital. Lance ran up to the receptionist. " Is there a room for a Pietro Maximoff?" He asked nervously.

" He doesn't have a room yet, he's downstairs in the immediate care section; three doors on your left." She said, frowning slightly at the boys.

The frown was noticed by Lance, but he was to preoccupied by the task at hand. He left without a thanks and went to the direction he was told. ' He's okay…he's okay…he's okay.' Lance repeated over and over in his head. He arrived at the door and entered. Two doctors were in the room already. One tall, slightly plump woman with short black hair. And the other was tall, brown haired man. Both looking middle aged.

Lance walked forward, to see the face of his speedy friend. Once he caught sight of Pietro, he stepped back. His body was bruised and bloody. The scratches covered his body, head to toe. The bruises made him seem so weak, tenting his body a shade of an unhealthy blue. There was an indication of a hole in his stomach, dark, dark blood was seen from it. He looked so pale, and deathly. It was critical. His eyes were closed, so that his Sapphire eyes could not burn through. ' Even when he is near death, he's still so beautiful.' Lance thought warily. Just a week ago, Kitty helped Lance realized that he was in love with Pietro. They broke up easily, and now stay good friends.

Fred and Todd walked in and gasped slightly at the sight. They didn't say much, not that much was needed to be said.

The doctors noticed the boys coming in. One turned around to face the boys. " What are you doing in here… are you this boy's family?"

" Yes." Todd chirped in. " We're his brothers."

The doctors glanced at the four boys, noticing no similarities structure, not to mention they all looked nothing alike, but they said nothing.

" So, is he okay?" Lance asked solemnly, his dark hair covering over his deep, murky eyes.

The other doctor turned around to answer the boy's question. " He's in pretty bad shape. You're lucky he was found when he was, or he could be dead. The gut wound is the most life threatening thing we have to deal with. It punctured his stomach, but I think after careful feeding, he should be okay. It was by pure luck that the rock missed the actual stomach itself. It only clipped the side of the actual stomach organ, but he has severe muscle and nerve damages." The doctor started to ramble about Pietro's condition. The other doctor was busy hooking up the heart monitor. She placed the devise on his middle finger.

Suddenly a rapid heart beat came on screen; going a mile a minute. " What the hell?!?!" The woman screamed. The man looked back and saw what she meant. " How can it go that fast?!?!" She exclaimed.

" Uh… he has a fast metabolism." Lance answered quickly.

The doctors both glared at the boy who had answered. Then it hit them both. The male doctor walked over to Pietro and went to get a blood sample. The grabbed the needle and inserted it into the boy's frozen arm. He pulled the lever slowly, so that the blood would seep in. The doctor took one look at the blood and clenched his fist.

" What is it doc?" Fred asked unaware of the situation.

" Oh I think you know very well what is going on." He held up the boy's blood. You could practically see it swirling slowly. " Fast metabolism my ass!"

" What are you talking about, yo?" Todd asked, stepping up a bit.

" He's one of those damned mutants!" The woman doctor screamed, yet again. " I bet you three are too!" She accused, pointing her finger at them.

Lance noticed the male doctor slowly slipping the vile of blood into his white jacket pocket. Lance looked to his left, and Todd was looking at the exact same thing. Lance motioned for Todd to snatch it.

In an instant, Todd whipped out his tongue. " You won't be needing this, yo!" He threw the vile into the sink and turned on the water to wash it down entirely.

Lance stepped forward, obviously peeved.

" Get out!!" The male doctor yelled at the delinquents.

Lance grabbed the doctor by his spotless white coat. ' Always hated these people. Always thinking they're better than everyone else because of these perfect white coats and their special degree.' Lance ruthlessly glared at the man. " You're not going to treat him, just because he's a fucking mutants?!?! He could die!!"

" Just one less of you freaks to worry about. To bad ol' speed here couldn't finish the job he started." The doctor spat cruelly, laughing a bit.

Lance's breathing became heavier, especially hating the fact that the doctor called him speedy. He clenched his fist, his knuckles were completely white. He lifted his fist up and hit the doctor square in the face. The doctor was knocked out cold, blood seeping out from his now broken nose. The woman doctor screamed, yet again. She ran to her fallen co-worker.

Lance walked over and removed the wires and IV's from Pietro's body. Lance prayed that he wasn't hurting the younger teen by doing so, but it would be safer somewhere else. He held him in his arms and left the way he came, receiving many looks and was threatened to put him down, but he was determined. Fred and Todd also helped with keeping the security away from them.

The brotherhood finally reached the Jeep. The senior carefully put the weak Pietro in the passenger's seat. Todd and Fred hopped in the back, and they then cautiously sped off.

A few of Pietro's wounds had reopened. Blood started to creep out from under his damaged body. " Damnit!" Lance yelled. " Pietro, please hold on. Please, I'll get you somewhere safe. Just hold on!" Lance cried, breaking many road safety rules.

" Lance, where are we going to go man? No hospital is going to treat him once they find out he's a mutant, yo!" Todd exclaimed.

" Your right, no hospital will, but I know one place that just might." With that he drove into the one place that would treat Pietro. They hopped out of the car and ran up to the door, knocking and ringing viciously.

The door was swung open quickly. " What do you want?"

Lance's eyes were filled with worry. Stubborn tears that refused to fall filled up the corner of his eyes. " Please, it's Pietro… he needs help."

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Sc: And I'll stop it on that cliffie. Don't kill me. Actually, go ahead, I'm still not at the farm yet, and its been a long day.

MP: LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUT!!!!!

Sc: I'm sorry Pie. I totally forgot how he gets in small places. Poor Pie has been stuck in a car for hours. He is starting to hyperventilate. * Pats Pietro on his back*

MR: Ugh, these two are so aggravating. All day they have been makin' stupid puns about country life. Ah would like to clear up a few things with you. 1, the chicken is not the state bird of any country type states. Fried chicken is not all we eat. Nor is peach cobbler. Ah'm sorry if there are no clubs. No, not every car is a pick up truck, and not everybody wears boot cut jeans. Finally, old people cannot multiply.

Sc: I beg to differ. I saw a lot of chickens, so I just thought it was. There was a lot of Fried Chicken places, and they ALL sold (ewwww) peach cobbler. You should be, I need clubs. I counted a lot of pick up trucks, and sorry, everybody but Pie and I wore boot cut jeans. And yes…the old people were multiplying. One disappeared and 4 came back. They all had funny clothes. Also, do you know how many people looked at me funny with my black clothes and unnatural red hair. LOTS! Whatever…for the sake of me…please review, before I die.

MP: NEEDRUNNINGSPACELETMEOUT!!!

MR: Whateva'.

Sorry for the country bashing, but if you were on my trip, you would understand. Also half of what I said, I really did see, truthfully, but they are still stereotypes. Sorry if I offended anyone in anyway. Byes now!!

~Suraka-chan~