Hey! I'm back! I want to try to put two or three up today. So, I hope those of you that read this like this one! Bye! (Oh, and you know what? I haven't thought about any of these chapters in advance. I sit down, and type. And what comes out, is what the chapter is. It's really cool, cause I like a lot of the chapters I've written.)

I don't have anything to do with the X-Men or anything having to do with the X-Men. So, don't get all jumpy over anything…

Well, upstairs, Pietro and I rushed into his room, slammed the door, and found our way to his bed. It was already this messy? He was better than I was at trashing a room. Anyway, Pietro was sitting with his legs sprawled out, and I was on his lap. I had my arms around his shoulders, and his hands were on my hips. We were making out, already, yeah, and I couldn't help but smile. I wonder how ridiculous we look? I feel so awkward. I began to laugh a bit, but stopped when Pietro kissed the side of my neck. I hugged him closer, getting swept up in the moment, and kissed his neck too. I know I look ridiculous doing this. I just know I do. This was just so different for me. I couldn't stop thinking that I was being a person I wasn't while we were doing this. Yes, of course you would look ridiculous. You always do. Thank you my thoughts. But, I kept on. I leaned forward, kissed Pietro gently on the lips, and then more passionately. He kissed more hungrily, and I gave in to him. We were back to the make out part of fooling around, and it was nice. The radio was even on. I kinda just realized that. I must have been so swept up in the moment, that I missed it. But, this make out thing lasted awhile, just until I heard this song…those words…

"Pietro…wait. Stop…" I breathed through his continued passion. "Please. Hold on a sec." He sighed and pulled away. "What?"

"That song. I-It's just…" I listened to the lyrics closely, and felt a tear streak down my cheek. …your mother's gone and your father hits you, this pain you cannot bear, but we all bleed the same way as you do, and we all have the same things to go through, hold on if you feel like letting go, hold on it gets better than you know… "That song is just…"

"Oh come on Madison, don't get like this. Please?" I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be like this, especially not now, but it was tearing me up. For no god damn reason it was tearing me up and I didn't like it at all. Stop. Pietro zipped over to the radio, hit the button, and came back to me. "I'm sorry Pietro, I'm such a baby. I'm really sorry."

"It's fine Mads. Really. I understand." He didn't. I know that. But he did make me feel a lot better that way. "So, how does a walk sound?" he asked, assiduously. "Good. I-I…yeah. Good."

So, we left his room and went for a walk. We decided that the house was too small, so we could walk around it on the outside. Then we could watch the stars and feel the radiance of the moon. I agreed that that was a great idea, so we headed out. I had my head on his shoulder, and my hand in his as we walked. It was very nice like this. I felt his fingers traveling down to my wrist as we walked. Then it stopped on my scar, and I shuddered. "I'm sorry."

"No, it just feels weird. I don't like it much either." he moved his fingers away and held my hand the way he had before.

I sighed as we came back to the front of the house, and looked up at Pietro. "Well, I'm going to go back to bed. I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry."

"No, that's okay. I'll see you in the morning then." I nodded, leaned up and kissed him, then ported to my room. There, I went to my window, looked down, and saw him sit on the ground. He looked pissed. And sad too. He buried his face in his hands after a moment, and I think he was crying. Why though? He's a tough guy, he shouldn't be this way. But as I crawled into bed, I thought that maybe it was my fault. He was getting all soft. He was losing his big shot sense of life, and it was because we were all mushy. I pulled my covers over my head, breathed deeply, and then began to cry. That's what I was trying to prevent. But, it happened, and I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and yawned. "Ouch." It felt like I was laying on something. I rolled over, and saw that there was nothing there. But as I stretched, I screamed. Really, really loud. A moment later, my door burst open, and Pietro stood in the doorway. Wanda, and Toad joined him after a moment. I pulled my covers up to my head, and told them to go away. "Mads! What's going on!?" Pietro called. "Yeah Mads, what is going on?" Toad teased. I heard him "oof." Wanda must have hit him. I shook my head and pulled the covers tight around me. "I just got scared. Go away!"

"Why are the covers up then? What scared you?" Pietro pried. "Um…just leave. Pietro, you can stay. Wanda, if you want to see something hideously horrible, stay. Toad, get the fuck out of my god damn room now!" I called. I heard him groan, and the door slam, after hearing something hit the hard floor.

"Alright Mads, what's the deal?" I shook my head, to check if I was dreaming, but it was a real nightmare, so I lowered the blanket, then finally dropped it. Both sets of eyes on me widened. I was hideous and they couldn't hide that. I had black fur covering my entire body. I had a tail, pointed ears, and three fingers and toes. I was an ugly, horrid, creature! "Well, you saw. Now go!" I cried. Pietro came toward me, but Wanda grabbed him, and pulled him toward the door. "But, we have the technology! Like the-" he stopped as he was pulled out the door, and into the hallway. Toad tried sneaking a peek, but Wanda hexed him after shutting the door.

I threw myself to my bed, and sobbed into my pillow. This was the worst thing that had happened to me in my life! Maybe besides being brought back to life. But why did I deserve this? My life was enough if a hell already! I guess whoever was doing this, was punishing me for something. WHAT THOUGH!? I DON'T DESERVE THIS! Maybe I was an abomination. I was…

Later, my door creaked open, and Pietro came in. "What? Come to look at this freak again?" I spat. "No! I just wanted to give you something."

"Well, if it's not a new life, or a gun, then I don't want it."

"Don't talk that way. Seriously. But here. Take it." I took a small box that he held out, and turned it over in my new hands. Then I opened it and shook my head. A watch? "What's this for?"

"It's a holowatch. Like that blue kid at the school has. It makes you look human again. I was trying to tell you that, but Wanda pulled me away." I was shocked. I was overjoyed. This was excellent. He was my angel! I took the watch out, slipped it on, and flipped a little button. I was back to normal. "Oh god Pietro! Thank you SO much!" I said, wrapping my arms around him. He held me close too, and kissed my neck. "Pietro, this is so great. I was so horrified. Thank you so much! I can't even begin t thank you! I just can't…but thank you! From the bottom of my heart." He kissed my neck again, and whispered, "I'd do anything for you." My heart melted. He did care for me. He did! And I felt so wonderful with him. I couldn't help this feeling of love inside my heart. I pulled back from his shoulder and kissed him on the lips as gently as he had kissed my neck. He kissed back, and then flipped my watch button. "Wha?" I mumbled. "I'll love you no matter what." At that moment melted, and drained away into the depths of my soul.

Aww…how sweet huh? Well, I wanted that to happen to Madison, so I did it. And I did contemplate on the color, but then I made a crappy sketch of what it may look like, and it was okay. I guess. Well, I will be sure to have some action in the next chapters. Don't worry. Ok, well, I'll see the people that read this around!