Chapter 11
Lance sat in his room listening to the silence. The X-mansion was always so quiet. Not at all like the Boarding house. It was always loud with Freddy, Todd and. . . .Pietro. It was strange. He didn't know why he had decided to wait for Pietro. He didn't even know what he was going to say. And as he expected when he actually saw Pietro he froze up and Pietro rejected him. He didn't really reject him, just ran away. There was a soft knock on his door and he grunted. The door opened slightly and Kitty poked her head inside.
"Like hey Lance," she said softly, "Dinner is like ready." Lance lay down and stared at the ceiling.
"I ain't hungry," he said huskily. She squeaked and he sat up and looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Lance you like, haven't eaten in like, days!" she said desperately, "What's wrong?" Lance just lay back down and covered his face with his hands.
"I'm fine Kit, stop worryin'," he said and rolled over onto his side. Kitty just sniffled and shut the door. Lance let out a sigh that sounded a lot more like a whimper.
"Why did I leave?" he asked himself quietly, "Because I was mad? I miss him so much. I wonder if he hates me. I wouldn't blame him." He shut his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Pietro lifted himself off the ground and grunted from the strain. It was difficult to move now but he made himself get up. It hurt, but it was his punishment. Slowly he staggered towards the door that would lead him into the school building. He couldn't make it home, not in this condition, so he would sleep in the library. He reached the door, and shakily reached for the door knob. His hand grasped the cold metal and he shut his eyes. It felt nice against his warm skin.
He suddenly realized that this was the most pleasure he had experienced since Lance left. The tears fell from his eyes and slid gently down his face. He angrily jerked open the door and in his anger he tripped over his foot and tumbled down the stairs. It hurt deeply and by the time he had reached the foot of the stairs he was drained. He couldn't have stood if he'd tried. So he lay there. The next day was Saturday so noone would disturb him.
He shut his eyes and let himself lay there. But he couldn't sleep. The expression on Lance's face was stuck in his mind. Lance's voice barely choking out Pietro's name. The look in his big brown eyes as he laid eyes on Pietro. It was embedded so vividly that he felt the tears forming in his eyes again. He didn't' want to forget but yet he did. He hated Lance in a way for leaving him and causing him so much pain. But it was Pietro's fault. His own fault he gave into temptation. Dylan had looked so tempting and Pietro hadn't even thought of Lance.
Pietro felt the pain rise inside of him. Lance had loved him so much and yet he had gone behind his back and hurt him so much. Pietro began to sob softly even though it hurt intensely. But he deserved it! It was his fault he had hurt Lance so much. He needed this punishment, to hurt him as much as he hurt Lance. Soon sleep was like a wave washing over him and dragging him into a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning Pietro woke up and was somewhat recovered. He was well enough to get home anyway. He entered the Boarding house and was greeted by a smiling Tricia. She was the newest member.
"Hey Pete," she said cheerily, "Where ya been?" That had been the nickname Lance gave him. The tears were brimming in his eyes and he zipped passed her and up into his room. He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it sliding down to the floor. He sobbed quietly for a moment. He missed Lance so much. But he knew he couldn't have him. He needed to forget all of this. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed his shaver. He carefully removed the blade and took it in his fingers. Beautiful release.
Slowly he slid it across his wrist, only higher up than the one before. As it cut into his skin he winced, shutting his eyes tightly. It erased every thought in his head and he concentrated on the pain searing in his arm. There was a soft knock and he dropped the blade and stared at his blood stained arm. Drops of crimson blood dripped from the wound and fell into the sink, staining the white marble.
"Pietro?" Tricia's voice asked concernedly from the other side of the door, "You ok?" Pietro growled and turned the cold water on. It washed away the blood in the sink and he let it wash over his wound.
"I'm fine!" he snapped. The truth was, he wasn't fine. He knew what he was doing was wrong but still he thought he needed the punishment.
"Well good because there's someone here to see you. Lance Alvers or somethin' like that."
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DemonRougue13: I know it is kind of sad huh? But it's a key part of the fic!
Storm-Pietro: YAY! I always love your reviews^-^ I love your muses SO much! You have to update and I need to know what happens with your muses! Hehehe, evil little MLance^-^ I love lietro though! Poor MPyro!
Thanks you two! I know all you others I didn't give you a chance to review but I HAVE to update!
--Avalanche Maximoff--
Lance sat in his room listening to the silence. The X-mansion was always so quiet. Not at all like the Boarding house. It was always loud with Freddy, Todd and. . . .Pietro. It was strange. He didn't know why he had decided to wait for Pietro. He didn't even know what he was going to say. And as he expected when he actually saw Pietro he froze up and Pietro rejected him. He didn't really reject him, just ran away. There was a soft knock on his door and he grunted. The door opened slightly and Kitty poked her head inside.
"Like hey Lance," she said softly, "Dinner is like ready." Lance lay down and stared at the ceiling.
"I ain't hungry," he said huskily. She squeaked and he sat up and looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Lance you like, haven't eaten in like, days!" she said desperately, "What's wrong?" Lance just lay back down and covered his face with his hands.
"I'm fine Kit, stop worryin'," he said and rolled over onto his side. Kitty just sniffled and shut the door. Lance let out a sigh that sounded a lot more like a whimper.
"Why did I leave?" he asked himself quietly, "Because I was mad? I miss him so much. I wonder if he hates me. I wouldn't blame him." He shut his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
* * * * * *
Pietro lifted himself off the ground and grunted from the strain. It was difficult to move now but he made himself get up. It hurt, but it was his punishment. Slowly he staggered towards the door that would lead him into the school building. He couldn't make it home, not in this condition, so he would sleep in the library. He reached the door, and shakily reached for the door knob. His hand grasped the cold metal and he shut his eyes. It felt nice against his warm skin.
He suddenly realized that this was the most pleasure he had experienced since Lance left. The tears fell from his eyes and slid gently down his face. He angrily jerked open the door and in his anger he tripped over his foot and tumbled down the stairs. It hurt deeply and by the time he had reached the foot of the stairs he was drained. He couldn't have stood if he'd tried. So he lay there. The next day was Saturday so noone would disturb him.
He shut his eyes and let himself lay there. But he couldn't sleep. The expression on Lance's face was stuck in his mind. Lance's voice barely choking out Pietro's name. The look in his big brown eyes as he laid eyes on Pietro. It was embedded so vividly that he felt the tears forming in his eyes again. He didn't' want to forget but yet he did. He hated Lance in a way for leaving him and causing him so much pain. But it was Pietro's fault. His own fault he gave into temptation. Dylan had looked so tempting and Pietro hadn't even thought of Lance.
Pietro felt the pain rise inside of him. Lance had loved him so much and yet he had gone behind his back and hurt him so much. Pietro began to sob softly even though it hurt intensely. But he deserved it! It was his fault he had hurt Lance so much. He needed this punishment, to hurt him as much as he hurt Lance. Soon sleep was like a wave washing over him and dragging him into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * * *
The next morning Pietro woke up and was somewhat recovered. He was well enough to get home anyway. He entered the Boarding house and was greeted by a smiling Tricia. She was the newest member.
"Hey Pete," she said cheerily, "Where ya been?" That had been the nickname Lance gave him. The tears were brimming in his eyes and he zipped passed her and up into his room. He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it sliding down to the floor. He sobbed quietly for a moment. He missed Lance so much. But he knew he couldn't have him. He needed to forget all of this. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed his shaver. He carefully removed the blade and took it in his fingers. Beautiful release.
Slowly he slid it across his wrist, only higher up than the one before. As it cut into his skin he winced, shutting his eyes tightly. It erased every thought in his head and he concentrated on the pain searing in his arm. There was a soft knock and he dropped the blade and stared at his blood stained arm. Drops of crimson blood dripped from the wound and fell into the sink, staining the white marble.
"Pietro?" Tricia's voice asked concernedly from the other side of the door, "You ok?" Pietro growled and turned the cold water on. It washed away the blood in the sink and he let it wash over his wound.
"I'm fine!" he snapped. The truth was, he wasn't fine. He knew what he was doing was wrong but still he thought he needed the punishment.
"Well good because there's someone here to see you. Lance Alvers or somethin' like that."
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Here are all the review replies! Even if there are only two!
DemonRougue13: I know it is kind of sad huh? But it's a key part of the fic!
Storm-Pietro: YAY! I always love your reviews^-^ I love your muses SO much! You have to update and I need to know what happens with your muses! Hehehe, evil little MLance^-^ I love lietro though! Poor MPyro!
Thanks you two! I know all you others I didn't give you a chance to review but I HAVE to update!
--Avalanche Maximoff--