All characters (except Ami and Lee) are copyright of the respective owners,
namely Marvel Comics and Warner Brothers. The excerpt from 'Attractive
Darkness' belongs to Coral LaRen Mercado (me).
Chapter 8
The moment Ami had left her parents her soul had started to break down, rot from the inside. When her parents died it only sped up the process. The hate that she had for Magneto only worsened her already terrible state and then she was seperated from her brother. All these things had made her soul weak, frail. This wasn't that important though, the real question was would she ever be able fix the damage done? Would she be able fill the emptiness inside her that had only been growing over the years? She felt icy cold, would she be able to trust, or love anyone? The latter she was sure she had accompished, in a sense. She obviously in some way trusted Todd and Pietro.
Why had everything gone so wrong with Pietro? Everytime they felt close to something personal, they became distant again? Why was that? It certainly wasn't intentional on her part, even when they were children she had always felt some kind of attraction to him. The same thing had always happened, she wondered if she was the cause, like it was a subconsious thing. Maybe everytime they got close enough to see eachother as they were one would hide away. Ami had growing fear that everytime it had been her, Pietro had never seemed like the kind of person that would back down from anything.
Pietro Maximoff, Maximoff Pietro, no matter how she put it, the combination never mattered, she could never understand. He always had seemed enigmatic, or maybe it was she who was mysterious, when one hides one can't see everything else with absolute clarity. Maybe since she had hidden away she could never see to a full extent what Pietro was and because of this he seemed to hide aswell, although that wasn't the reality of the matter.
There had always been a wall that obstructed her view.
After her soul had suffered so many damages, she had put a wall to block everything out. Nothing could go over it, no one could go around it. Only she could go through it. They were very few the times that she had crossed her wall. She wondered if she should have down it more often
*****
"Ami why is it that you pretend not to have control over your powers?" Pietro asked one afternoon.
"Do like being here? With your father I mean." she asked.
"Not really," he said, slightly confused.
"Well, neither do I. If he thinks I'm not an asset then he'll put me in the asylum. For me that would be better."
*****
Pietro hated to admit it but Ami had always been very important to him. He didn't exactly like to be mean to her but after she had left he had felt betrayed, like she had betrayed some trust that had never existed. He was confused and this the only way to vent this strange emotion.
He really wished she hadn't been discovered in London. She always had seemed depressed here, with the Brotherhood. Maybe she had been happy there. Maybe. At this moment he realized just how little he knew about her. In all his memories of talking with her she had never said everything. There was always something that she had left out. She always had a mystery for the world and no one had ever bothered to solve it. She just listened, just stood there soaking up every word and action in and making it a part of her.
Ami had never seemed have all of her in one place, like if you didn't pay attention to her for long enough in a sense she would be gone. Somewhere. No where, all at the same time. She never seemed to be seeing what was in front of if not another world, her world, her life.
The storms of mind feed my illusions And fear eats me up from inside, But I'm tired of running, tired of crying, Tired of trying to hide. I'm tired of running, tired of crying, Tired of trying to hide. The world will know the me inside. Somehow, someway, Tomorrow, today. I won't hide behind my wall, For I will make it fall Down, down, Down, To dust. To ash. To soul. To me. Down, down, Down, D o w n . . .
Chapter 8
The moment Ami had left her parents her soul had started to break down, rot from the inside. When her parents died it only sped up the process. The hate that she had for Magneto only worsened her already terrible state and then she was seperated from her brother. All these things had made her soul weak, frail. This wasn't that important though, the real question was would she ever be able fix the damage done? Would she be able fill the emptiness inside her that had only been growing over the years? She felt icy cold, would she be able to trust, or love anyone? The latter she was sure she had accompished, in a sense. She obviously in some way trusted Todd and Pietro.
Why had everything gone so wrong with Pietro? Everytime they felt close to something personal, they became distant again? Why was that? It certainly wasn't intentional on her part, even when they were children she had always felt some kind of attraction to him. The same thing had always happened, she wondered if she was the cause, like it was a subconsious thing. Maybe everytime they got close enough to see eachother as they were one would hide away. Ami had growing fear that everytime it had been her, Pietro had never seemed like the kind of person that would back down from anything.
Pietro Maximoff, Maximoff Pietro, no matter how she put it, the combination never mattered, she could never understand. He always had seemed enigmatic, or maybe it was she who was mysterious, when one hides one can't see everything else with absolute clarity. Maybe since she had hidden away she could never see to a full extent what Pietro was and because of this he seemed to hide aswell, although that wasn't the reality of the matter.
There had always been a wall that obstructed her view.
After her soul had suffered so many damages, she had put a wall to block everything out. Nothing could go over it, no one could go around it. Only she could go through it. They were very few the times that she had crossed her wall. She wondered if she should have down it more often
*****
"Ami why is it that you pretend not to have control over your powers?" Pietro asked one afternoon.
"Do like being here? With your father I mean." she asked.
"Not really," he said, slightly confused.
"Well, neither do I. If he thinks I'm not an asset then he'll put me in the asylum. For me that would be better."
*****
Pietro hated to admit it but Ami had always been very important to him. He didn't exactly like to be mean to her but after she had left he had felt betrayed, like she had betrayed some trust that had never existed. He was confused and this the only way to vent this strange emotion.
He really wished she hadn't been discovered in London. She always had seemed depressed here, with the Brotherhood. Maybe she had been happy there. Maybe. At this moment he realized just how little he knew about her. In all his memories of talking with her she had never said everything. There was always something that she had left out. She always had a mystery for the world and no one had ever bothered to solve it. She just listened, just stood there soaking up every word and action in and making it a part of her.
Ami had never seemed have all of her in one place, like if you didn't pay attention to her for long enough in a sense she would be gone. Somewhere. No where, all at the same time. She never seemed to be seeing what was in front of if not another world, her world, her life.
The storms of mind feed my illusions And fear eats me up from inside, But I'm tired of running, tired of crying, Tired of trying to hide. I'm tired of running, tired of crying, Tired of trying to hide. The world will know the me inside. Somehow, someway, Tomorrow, today. I won't hide behind my wall, For I will make it fall Down, down, Down, To dust. To ash. To soul. To me. Down, down, Down, D o w n . . .