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Pietro's Story: Part 3
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The next year became a blur of experiments and headaches for Pietro. By the time they stopped, he was more an automated program than a person. Magneto finally had what he always wanted, a perfect little soldier to do his bidding, with no mind of his own. Magneto thought Pietro would be perfect now, but he was wrong, with no free will, if anything unexpected came up, the boy froze. So Magneto disposed of him.
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"Where am I?" Everything's blurry and my head..actually I feel fine, so why is everything blurry and. "Forget that, who am I?"
I'm sure I know this one, I'm..
My name is..
I'm ..
"Dammit" Everything's becoming clearer now, I'm in a large room, on the wooden floor. There's a kitchen over by the far wall and a small bed against the other. That's it.
"Is this where I live? This sucks, I don't live here? Do I?" I stand and walk around the bare apartment. The walls aren't even covered, just plain red brick stares back at me and the door looks like something you'd find at a mental institution.
No.help.leave.girl
Whoa, I think I almost remembered something..no it's gone, dammit. I walk to the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat, I'm not particularly hungry, just searching for some sign that someone lives here, some reminder of my possible life before this. There's a note stuck to the fridge.
--READ THIS-- it says..hey what do you know I can read. May as well open it.
-- No doubt you cannot remember anything. That is to be expected.--
Expected of what? And who the hell wrote me this.no name at the bottom, hey maybe I wrote this, and I knew I was going to forget everything; hey I must be pretty smart
-- Your name is Pietro Maximoff --
Pie-Tro, what the heck type of a name is pie-tro? What's that written beside it?
-- Pronounced 'P-A-tro' --
Pietro, that sounds a bit better, I really did think of everything didn't I!
-- You are 14 years old. You are a mutant --
Mutant? What's a mutant?
-- Your power is super speed. You are different from the normal people, superior never forget that --
Super speed? I'll try but I don't think this is gunna.OW Stupid wall.hey I'm on the other side of the room I am fast!
-- One day I will come for you.--
Ok looks like I didn't write this. And what's with that 'I will come for you' stuff, what was I a servant? I'll never figure this out.
"May as well go out and look around, seems like I'm gunna be stuck here for a while" And with that, out the door I go.
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"20, 30, 50, 60, 70, 120, 130, 140, wow $150, not bad for an hours work" I mutter to myself as I count the money I acquired from accidentally-bumping- into-people-and-having-their-money-somehow-work-its-way-into-my-pocket. I grabbed another muffin from my backpack, which I outright swiped from the local convenience store.
Ever since I woke up in my apartment I've been stealing what I need and having a grand old time doing pretty much anything I want. It feels like forever since I 'arrived' here, when actually it's probably only been a week. One of the drawbacks of this whole super speed thing, I found, is that I can't turn it off. I came to realize very quickly that there are too many hours in a day. I need something to do.
"Excuse me young man" Ask and thou shall receive. I turn to find a police officer standing over me.
"Yes Officer" I say sweetly, having stashed the money away the minute I heard the first syllable
"Why aren't you in school?" School?
"I don't know sir." He's looking at me as if that weren't the truth. I've got half a mind to tell him so but he's clamped his hand down on my shoulder and set a disapproving stare on me.
"I think you'd better come with me." This can't be good.
We take a ride in his squad car down to the police station where he begins to try and figure me out.
"So, what are your parent's names?"
"What's it to you? "I hate being asked questions I don't know the answers to.
"I have to call them to come pick you up, now their names are?"
"Fine if you must know, I don't have any" He looks at me with annoyance.
"We'll just see what the state files have to say about that. What's your name?"
"Pietro Maximoff"
"Ok, Maximoff, Maximoff, Ah here we are, Pietro Maximoff, Parents."
"Yes." Hey the computer might know how I ended up this way, I might just have to come back later tonight and have a look.
"Deceased, sorry kid, but I have to check, you could have been lying. No listed guardian either."
He begins to look through other files, wards of the state I think, I couldn't care less, I'm trying to figure out a good break in plan for tonight. Ok got one.still bored. Dam this super speed can be annoying sometimes.
"Hey kid!" I'm startled, but he looks as if he's been waiting a while, "Come on, we're going to go enroll you at PS104" I follow blindly.
What's a PS104?
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Ok yesterday when I asked for something to do, I meant a new store to rob, or a sale at the mall, so I could pick up a TV. This is cruel and unusual punishment. Whoever thought this torture up should be shot.
"Class this is Pietro Maximoff" A few of the kids sniggered, I'll get them, their lunch money is so gone, "Pietro, would you like to say a few things?" What is she nuts?
"What are you nuts?" A few more sniggers. She looks a bit rattled and annoyed, the regains her composure and points to a seat at the back of the room.
"Very well Mr Maximoff, you can take that seat at the back, next to Mr. Daniels." I grab my bag and make my way to the back of the class and sit down. The teacher begins the lesson and I take out my notebook and proceed to draw tiny caricatures of 'The Flash'. After my page is full, I look at the clock. 9:01. Well, that filled a minute, only, 359 more to go.
After four more minutes, I'm ready to bolt, or at least hang myself.
"Class, turn to page 6 in your text books and do exercises 2 through 10," everyone groaned then began to take their books out and the teacher stared directly at me, "Mr. Maximoff, please take out your text book and do the work assigned."
"Would if I could, but I can't, seeing as I don't have one" Did she just roll her eyes at me? She lets out a frustrated sigh.
"Daniels, Share with Maximoff" The kid beside me moves his desk beside mine and puts his book between us.
Hmm, Algebra, interesting.I return to drawing cartoon characters on my page.
A shadow fell over my page. I clear my throat subtly hinting to whoever dare, to stop blocking my light but they don't move. I look up.
"Mr. Maximoff, would you kindly explain why you aren't doing the assigned work?" She asks icily. Some of the students turn in their seats to view the anticipated roasting they think I'm about to get.
"Finished them"
"There is no way you could have finished all the problems, let me see your book" She flicks through the pages and frowns, "Maximoff, Daniels, you're both on detention" Daniels looks up from his work shocked
"What'd I do?" She increases her frown, "You know very well what you've done, I'll see you both in room 12 after school" Daniels glares at me as she walks away.
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I don't think Daniels likes me very much; he hasn't stopped glaring at me since we got to detention, a whole 2 minutes ago. Our math teacher just locked us in this room together and told us she'd be back at 5. Great locked in a room with a guy who won't talk to me. I can't take it anymore.
"What is your problem?" He has a look of shock on his face.
"My problem? You're the one with the problem, you got me detention for what you did, the least you could have done was tell her I had nothing to do with it."
"No I believe I did the least I could do, what you suggest would be doing something." He goes to say something but can't think of anything, so he just sits there and sulks.
Ten minutes pass, and I've already walked around the entire room 6 times, filled 15 pages with drawings and stared at Daniels. I think he's getting annoyed with me.
"I'm missing basketball practice because of you," He looks at me as if his statement is meant to mean something.
"What's basketball?"
"You're kidding right?"
"No"
"Where the hell are you from, outer space?" Maybe, anything's possible, "Ya know, basketball, two hoops, one ball a bunch of players, basketball?"
"So what are these players meant to do with these balls and hoops?"
"You're not joking are you?" I shake my head, "Well, ok, basketball is a game where."
The rest of the detention involved talk of basketball, and ended with me being dragged to what was left of Daniels' practice. These people are so bad, I mean I could do better than them. That note was right I must be superior, cause I know I can do better than these guys and I hadn't even heard of the game till this afternoon. I met with Daniels after the practice.
"So now do you get it?" He asked, coming out of the locker rooms. We walk together out of the school.
"Well yes, but the goal of the game is to put the ball through the hoop, right?"
"Yeah?"
"And you were playing a game then right?
"Yeah?"
"Then you lot really suck, I mean I could do better than that"
"Yeah sure you could"
"I could, I know it. I could beat you and the whole team with my arm tied behind my back, well maybe not that, but blindfolded defiantly."
"Well if you think you're so great, why don't you try out for the team? I'm certain you won't be able to get in though"
"Oh, sounds like a challenge"
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AN: You all once again have Nari to thank for this, for it was her who guilted me (unintentionally) into posting this, and of course as always, yourselves for reading this and showing me there is still an interest, you are all legends to me!!!
Pietro's Story: Part 3
*******
The next year became a blur of experiments and headaches for Pietro. By the time they stopped, he was more an automated program than a person. Magneto finally had what he always wanted, a perfect little soldier to do his bidding, with no mind of his own. Magneto thought Pietro would be perfect now, but he was wrong, with no free will, if anything unexpected came up, the boy froze. So Magneto disposed of him.
*******
"Where am I?" Everything's blurry and my head..actually I feel fine, so why is everything blurry and. "Forget that, who am I?"
I'm sure I know this one, I'm..
My name is..
I'm ..
"Dammit" Everything's becoming clearer now, I'm in a large room, on the wooden floor. There's a kitchen over by the far wall and a small bed against the other. That's it.
"Is this where I live? This sucks, I don't live here? Do I?" I stand and walk around the bare apartment. The walls aren't even covered, just plain red brick stares back at me and the door looks like something you'd find at a mental institution.
No.help.leave.girl
Whoa, I think I almost remembered something..no it's gone, dammit. I walk to the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat, I'm not particularly hungry, just searching for some sign that someone lives here, some reminder of my possible life before this. There's a note stuck to the fridge.
--READ THIS-- it says..hey what do you know I can read. May as well open it.
-- No doubt you cannot remember anything. That is to be expected.--
Expected of what? And who the hell wrote me this.no name at the bottom, hey maybe I wrote this, and I knew I was going to forget everything; hey I must be pretty smart
-- Your name is Pietro Maximoff --
Pie-Tro, what the heck type of a name is pie-tro? What's that written beside it?
-- Pronounced 'P-A-tro' --
Pietro, that sounds a bit better, I really did think of everything didn't I!
-- You are 14 years old. You are a mutant --
Mutant? What's a mutant?
-- Your power is super speed. You are different from the normal people, superior never forget that --
Super speed? I'll try but I don't think this is gunna.OW Stupid wall.hey I'm on the other side of the room I am fast!
-- One day I will come for you.--
Ok looks like I didn't write this. And what's with that 'I will come for you' stuff, what was I a servant? I'll never figure this out.
"May as well go out and look around, seems like I'm gunna be stuck here for a while" And with that, out the door I go.
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"20, 30, 50, 60, 70, 120, 130, 140, wow $150, not bad for an hours work" I mutter to myself as I count the money I acquired from accidentally-bumping- into-people-and-having-their-money-somehow-work-its-way-into-my-pocket. I grabbed another muffin from my backpack, which I outright swiped from the local convenience store.
Ever since I woke up in my apartment I've been stealing what I need and having a grand old time doing pretty much anything I want. It feels like forever since I 'arrived' here, when actually it's probably only been a week. One of the drawbacks of this whole super speed thing, I found, is that I can't turn it off. I came to realize very quickly that there are too many hours in a day. I need something to do.
"Excuse me young man" Ask and thou shall receive. I turn to find a police officer standing over me.
"Yes Officer" I say sweetly, having stashed the money away the minute I heard the first syllable
"Why aren't you in school?" School?
"I don't know sir." He's looking at me as if that weren't the truth. I've got half a mind to tell him so but he's clamped his hand down on my shoulder and set a disapproving stare on me.
"I think you'd better come with me." This can't be good.
We take a ride in his squad car down to the police station where he begins to try and figure me out.
"So, what are your parent's names?"
"What's it to you? "I hate being asked questions I don't know the answers to.
"I have to call them to come pick you up, now their names are?"
"Fine if you must know, I don't have any" He looks at me with annoyance.
"We'll just see what the state files have to say about that. What's your name?"
"Pietro Maximoff"
"Ok, Maximoff, Maximoff, Ah here we are, Pietro Maximoff, Parents."
"Yes." Hey the computer might know how I ended up this way, I might just have to come back later tonight and have a look.
"Deceased, sorry kid, but I have to check, you could have been lying. No listed guardian either."
He begins to look through other files, wards of the state I think, I couldn't care less, I'm trying to figure out a good break in plan for tonight. Ok got one.still bored. Dam this super speed can be annoying sometimes.
"Hey kid!" I'm startled, but he looks as if he's been waiting a while, "Come on, we're going to go enroll you at PS104" I follow blindly.
What's a PS104?
*******
Ok yesterday when I asked for something to do, I meant a new store to rob, or a sale at the mall, so I could pick up a TV. This is cruel and unusual punishment. Whoever thought this torture up should be shot.
"Class this is Pietro Maximoff" A few of the kids sniggered, I'll get them, their lunch money is so gone, "Pietro, would you like to say a few things?" What is she nuts?
"What are you nuts?" A few more sniggers. She looks a bit rattled and annoyed, the regains her composure and points to a seat at the back of the room.
"Very well Mr Maximoff, you can take that seat at the back, next to Mr. Daniels." I grab my bag and make my way to the back of the class and sit down. The teacher begins the lesson and I take out my notebook and proceed to draw tiny caricatures of 'The Flash'. After my page is full, I look at the clock. 9:01. Well, that filled a minute, only, 359 more to go.
After four more minutes, I'm ready to bolt, or at least hang myself.
"Class, turn to page 6 in your text books and do exercises 2 through 10," everyone groaned then began to take their books out and the teacher stared directly at me, "Mr. Maximoff, please take out your text book and do the work assigned."
"Would if I could, but I can't, seeing as I don't have one" Did she just roll her eyes at me? She lets out a frustrated sigh.
"Daniels, Share with Maximoff" The kid beside me moves his desk beside mine and puts his book between us.
Hmm, Algebra, interesting.I return to drawing cartoon characters on my page.
A shadow fell over my page. I clear my throat subtly hinting to whoever dare, to stop blocking my light but they don't move. I look up.
"Mr. Maximoff, would you kindly explain why you aren't doing the assigned work?" She asks icily. Some of the students turn in their seats to view the anticipated roasting they think I'm about to get.
"Finished them"
"There is no way you could have finished all the problems, let me see your book" She flicks through the pages and frowns, "Maximoff, Daniels, you're both on detention" Daniels looks up from his work shocked
"What'd I do?" She increases her frown, "You know very well what you've done, I'll see you both in room 12 after school" Daniels glares at me as she walks away.
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I don't think Daniels likes me very much; he hasn't stopped glaring at me since we got to detention, a whole 2 minutes ago. Our math teacher just locked us in this room together and told us she'd be back at 5. Great locked in a room with a guy who won't talk to me. I can't take it anymore.
"What is your problem?" He has a look of shock on his face.
"My problem? You're the one with the problem, you got me detention for what you did, the least you could have done was tell her I had nothing to do with it."
"No I believe I did the least I could do, what you suggest would be doing something." He goes to say something but can't think of anything, so he just sits there and sulks.
Ten minutes pass, and I've already walked around the entire room 6 times, filled 15 pages with drawings and stared at Daniels. I think he's getting annoyed with me.
"I'm missing basketball practice because of you," He looks at me as if his statement is meant to mean something.
"What's basketball?"
"You're kidding right?"
"No"
"Where the hell are you from, outer space?" Maybe, anything's possible, "Ya know, basketball, two hoops, one ball a bunch of players, basketball?"
"So what are these players meant to do with these balls and hoops?"
"You're not joking are you?" I shake my head, "Well, ok, basketball is a game where."
The rest of the detention involved talk of basketball, and ended with me being dragged to what was left of Daniels' practice. These people are so bad, I mean I could do better than them. That note was right I must be superior, cause I know I can do better than these guys and I hadn't even heard of the game till this afternoon. I met with Daniels after the practice.
"So now do you get it?" He asked, coming out of the locker rooms. We walk together out of the school.
"Well yes, but the goal of the game is to put the ball through the hoop, right?"
"Yeah?"
"And you were playing a game then right?
"Yeah?"
"Then you lot really suck, I mean I could do better than that"
"Yeah sure you could"
"I could, I know it. I could beat you and the whole team with my arm tied behind my back, well maybe not that, but blindfolded defiantly."
"Well if you think you're so great, why don't you try out for the team? I'm certain you won't be able to get in though"
"Oh, sounds like a challenge"
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AN: You all once again have Nari to thank for this, for it was her who guilted me (unintentionally) into posting this, and of course as always, yourselves for reading this and showing me there is still an interest, you are all legends to me!!!