Disclaimer: For the LAST TIME I do not own ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!! So stop
haunting me.
Sorry it took me long to update. The masters of fate (aka my teachers) were against me this week, especially the drama teacher who decided to make up for all the months we had fifteen minute rehearsals two days a week, by having two hour long rehearsals the week before the play.
It's chapter 13! *creepy music plays* It's also the LAST chapter *sad music plays* I'm very sad... but everything has to end sometime... **************************************************************************** ***
"Good job" Mystique said as she looked from Magneto to Wanda "very good job." Neither of the twins spoke.
"However" she continued in a business tone "he's not dead yet, but that can easily be fixed." Pietro wanted to ask her why this was any of her business, but he did not. Fortunately, Wanda did so for him.
"Why?" Mystique growled "Because I put my life at risk for that bastard nearly everyday, and what!? Not only do I get *nothing* in return, but he took my son and experimented on him, and then one day decides he doesn't need me anymore!" She looked at Magneto with contempt and then withdrew a gun.
"Don't worry" she reassured Wanda "he's too weak to use his powers"
*BAM!*
Jean had kept a psychic connection with Lance, so that they would be able to communicate after the groups had split up. The Brotherhood had been the ones to find Magneto's fortress, and the X-Men had been able to catch up quickly. That was a good thing because the Acolytes had not seemed too pleased at their arrival.
The battle had not been hard, but it had been chaotic. When everything had died down, two things were noticed. The group had made their way to a section of the fortress which, thankfully was above ground, so they would not have to go through the sewers again. Also, Quicksilver and Mystique had disappeared. Immediately, questions about where they were sprouted, followed by "where's Magneto?" and "Now what do we do?" all of them flying around, with no answers because everyone was to busy asking. Any attempts for order were futile. Above the noisy voices, someone looked up and shouted:
"Mystique!" Everyone quieted as she descended the metal staircase.
"Magneto" she announced with a sly smile "well, Wanda had her way." There was a gasp.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, his suspicions as high as they could be. Mystique came face to face with him.
"Why? Are you going to miss him?" Scott drew back.
"What? No! I just-" but she obviously was not looking for an answer, as she turned away and left.
"He's dead" Jean whispered. There was a strange silence. No one could say that they were sad- some might be, but perhaps they just found death sad, not matter who it was. Magneto had been a big part, however negative, or their lives, and it seemed strange for him to not be there. Some probably felt that he could not be killed at all.
"So" Rogue was the first to break the silence "if Wanda... Ah mean, well, Ah guess we're done..."
"Yeah" Scott said, and the others nodded. Slowly, the X-Men left in an awkward silence. There were a few whispers of conversation, but they died quickly.
Lance, Todd and Fred remained, waiting for the twins to join them. They watched the staircase anxiously, until Pietro appeared. He walked slowly, almost zombie-like. His face was whiter than usual, and his eyes had turned a blue-grey. They seemed as is they were seeing the same scene over and over again.
"Did- did you see it?" Lance asked cautiously, feeling it was the wrong thing to say, but he wanted to say something and could not think of anything else.
"Yes" there was a pause and then "It wasn't Wanda, she was going to, but then Mystique came. She's the one who..." The rest was self- explanatory. Todd hopped a few feet towards the steps, waiting. Finally he asked:
"Is Wanda com-"
"She said she'll come later. We can leave now"
"'Kay"
"This level is above ground" Lance said "we don't have to through the sewers."
"That's good." No one talked as they began the walk back to where the jeep was parked. Silence also as they drove, except for an argument between Todd and Fred, but Lance told them to shut up before Pietro pushed them out of the moving car.
Wanda came back about an hour later. She did not interact with anyone, and vice versa. Even Todd took a hint and left her alone.
Pietro stood, leaning on his windowsill, staring at a tree outside. He had been here for a long time, staring at the same tree because it did not remind him of anyone or anything, and he did not want to think about anything.
Pietro heard the door creak open, but he ignored it. Footsteps approached him. Glancing back, he saw Wanda. He could not ignore her.
"What?" he asked sharply. A bold move.
"Oh, are you upset?" Wanda asked with fake sympathy.
"He is- was my father" he said darkly.
"I didn't kill him"
"You would have!"
"He deserved it!" she yelled "You don't have *any* idea what I went through! Maybe you'd like to spend half your childhood locked in some damn cell with no one but doctors and security guards, who look at you like you're some monster from a horror movie! You don't seem to get that Pietro!"
"Yes Wanda, I get it! I get it very well, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn't stand up against Magneto! I didn't even know what really happened until years later!"
"And what did you do when you found out?" she hissed.
"Oh yeah, break Wanda out of the asylum at age fourteen. Uh-huh. Or maybe, I'll just ask father! I'm sure he'd be happy to abide!"
"You're a coward"
"So to hell if I am! And after you've killed me, you can say 'Oh, he wasn't brave enough to rescue me, so I had to kill him'"
"You're just like him!" she thundered "You'd no sooner abandon me, you're just afraid that you're gonna end up dead!" In the next few seconds, Pietro found himself pinned against the wall by his dresser and night table.
"Wanda listen!" he pleaded "Just listen for two seconds, okay? You're my sister, and believe it or not, I care about you! Hard concept, to care about my sister, but I do! You think that the whole world's against you, but it's not! I care because I'm you're brother, and Lance and Todd and Fred care because they're your teammates! I know you think Todd's annoying, he is, but at least he *cares*! You don't believe it because it's not obvious, but they care." Wanda stood there, staring at him. She was trying to tell whether she should believe him or not. He looked sincere. Slowly, she took in everything that he had said. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to be true. Her teammates- they had done things for her. Little things most of the time, but they never had selfish reasons to do them. As for Pietro- he still looked sincere.
"Okay then" Wanda said "I believe you." Pietro smiled at her. He climbed over the furniture barrier.
"So" he prompted.
"So..." Wanda searched for what to say "are we twins?"
"Do you mean biologically or-"
"Shut up" Pietro grinned
"We're twins"
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And, because it's the last chapter, please make me happy and review. (You knew it was coming)
Goodbye all of you wonderful reviewing people! You shall be missed! I hope you all liked it. Please tell me what you thought and all that stuff. If you think there should be a sequel, tell me. If you think I should write a sequel and do whatever, tell me. If you think there's just something I should write or do, tell me. If you think this sucked, don't tell me.
nessie6- sorry, I killed him. I hope you liked it anyway!
fluffy's numba 1 gal- Well, he's dead. Unless, of course I make a SEQUEL!
DemonRogue13- Thanks! I hoped you enjoyed this!
Sorry it took me long to update. The masters of fate (aka my teachers) were against me this week, especially the drama teacher who decided to make up for all the months we had fifteen minute rehearsals two days a week, by having two hour long rehearsals the week before the play.
It's chapter 13! *creepy music plays* It's also the LAST chapter *sad music plays* I'm very sad... but everything has to end sometime... **************************************************************************** ***
"Good job" Mystique said as she looked from Magneto to Wanda "very good job." Neither of the twins spoke.
"However" she continued in a business tone "he's not dead yet, but that can easily be fixed." Pietro wanted to ask her why this was any of her business, but he did not. Fortunately, Wanda did so for him.
"Why?" Mystique growled "Because I put my life at risk for that bastard nearly everyday, and what!? Not only do I get *nothing* in return, but he took my son and experimented on him, and then one day decides he doesn't need me anymore!" She looked at Magneto with contempt and then withdrew a gun.
"Don't worry" she reassured Wanda "he's too weak to use his powers"
*BAM!*
Jean had kept a psychic connection with Lance, so that they would be able to communicate after the groups had split up. The Brotherhood had been the ones to find Magneto's fortress, and the X-Men had been able to catch up quickly. That was a good thing because the Acolytes had not seemed too pleased at their arrival.
The battle had not been hard, but it had been chaotic. When everything had died down, two things were noticed. The group had made their way to a section of the fortress which, thankfully was above ground, so they would not have to go through the sewers again. Also, Quicksilver and Mystique had disappeared. Immediately, questions about where they were sprouted, followed by "where's Magneto?" and "Now what do we do?" all of them flying around, with no answers because everyone was to busy asking. Any attempts for order were futile. Above the noisy voices, someone looked up and shouted:
"Mystique!" Everyone quieted as she descended the metal staircase.
"Magneto" she announced with a sly smile "well, Wanda had her way." There was a gasp.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, his suspicions as high as they could be. Mystique came face to face with him.
"Why? Are you going to miss him?" Scott drew back.
"What? No! I just-" but she obviously was not looking for an answer, as she turned away and left.
"He's dead" Jean whispered. There was a strange silence. No one could say that they were sad- some might be, but perhaps they just found death sad, not matter who it was. Magneto had been a big part, however negative, or their lives, and it seemed strange for him to not be there. Some probably felt that he could not be killed at all.
"So" Rogue was the first to break the silence "if Wanda... Ah mean, well, Ah guess we're done..."
"Yeah" Scott said, and the others nodded. Slowly, the X-Men left in an awkward silence. There were a few whispers of conversation, but they died quickly.
Lance, Todd and Fred remained, waiting for the twins to join them. They watched the staircase anxiously, until Pietro appeared. He walked slowly, almost zombie-like. His face was whiter than usual, and his eyes had turned a blue-grey. They seemed as is they were seeing the same scene over and over again.
"Did- did you see it?" Lance asked cautiously, feeling it was the wrong thing to say, but he wanted to say something and could not think of anything else.
"Yes" there was a pause and then "It wasn't Wanda, she was going to, but then Mystique came. She's the one who..." The rest was self- explanatory. Todd hopped a few feet towards the steps, waiting. Finally he asked:
"Is Wanda com-"
"She said she'll come later. We can leave now"
"'Kay"
"This level is above ground" Lance said "we don't have to through the sewers."
"That's good." No one talked as they began the walk back to where the jeep was parked. Silence also as they drove, except for an argument between Todd and Fred, but Lance told them to shut up before Pietro pushed them out of the moving car.
Wanda came back about an hour later. She did not interact with anyone, and vice versa. Even Todd took a hint and left her alone.
Pietro stood, leaning on his windowsill, staring at a tree outside. He had been here for a long time, staring at the same tree because it did not remind him of anyone or anything, and he did not want to think about anything.
Pietro heard the door creak open, but he ignored it. Footsteps approached him. Glancing back, he saw Wanda. He could not ignore her.
"What?" he asked sharply. A bold move.
"Oh, are you upset?" Wanda asked with fake sympathy.
"He is- was my father" he said darkly.
"I didn't kill him"
"You would have!"
"He deserved it!" she yelled "You don't have *any* idea what I went through! Maybe you'd like to spend half your childhood locked in some damn cell with no one but doctors and security guards, who look at you like you're some monster from a horror movie! You don't seem to get that Pietro!"
"Yes Wanda, I get it! I get it very well, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn't stand up against Magneto! I didn't even know what really happened until years later!"
"And what did you do when you found out?" she hissed.
"Oh yeah, break Wanda out of the asylum at age fourteen. Uh-huh. Or maybe, I'll just ask father! I'm sure he'd be happy to abide!"
"You're a coward"
"So to hell if I am! And after you've killed me, you can say 'Oh, he wasn't brave enough to rescue me, so I had to kill him'"
"You're just like him!" she thundered "You'd no sooner abandon me, you're just afraid that you're gonna end up dead!" In the next few seconds, Pietro found himself pinned against the wall by his dresser and night table.
"Wanda listen!" he pleaded "Just listen for two seconds, okay? You're my sister, and believe it or not, I care about you! Hard concept, to care about my sister, but I do! You think that the whole world's against you, but it's not! I care because I'm you're brother, and Lance and Todd and Fred care because they're your teammates! I know you think Todd's annoying, he is, but at least he *cares*! You don't believe it because it's not obvious, but they care." Wanda stood there, staring at him. She was trying to tell whether she should believe him or not. He looked sincere. Slowly, she took in everything that he had said. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to be true. Her teammates- they had done things for her. Little things most of the time, but they never had selfish reasons to do them. As for Pietro- he still looked sincere.
"Okay then" Wanda said "I believe you." Pietro smiled at her. He climbed over the furniture barrier.
"So" he prompted.
"So..." Wanda searched for what to say "are we twins?"
"Do you mean biologically or-"
"Shut up" Pietro grinned
"We're twins"
**************************************************************************** ****
And, because it's the last chapter, please make me happy and review. (You knew it was coming)
Goodbye all of you wonderful reviewing people! You shall be missed! I hope you all liked it. Please tell me what you thought and all that stuff. If you think there should be a sequel, tell me. If you think I should write a sequel and do whatever, tell me. If you think there's just something I should write or do, tell me. If you think this sucked, don't tell me.
nessie6- sorry, I killed him. I hope you liked it anyway!
fluffy's numba 1 gal- Well, he's dead. Unless, of course I make a SEQUEL!
DemonRogue13- Thanks! I hoped you enjoyed this!