"Wish me luck babe-not that I'll need it." Jake added quickly. He had to watch what he said. There were pretty cheerleaders around. "Good luck." Kitty replied slowly. "Something wrong babe?" He asked. He had to at least feign sentiment. He didn't want the other girls thinking he was a jackass. "No, I'm fine. " "Someone bothering you?" "It's just... Jake... Do you love me?" "Of course babe. Who said anything about that?" "I was talking to Pietro and-" "Pietro? I'll kick his ass!" "Wait Jake no!" Kitty cried. It was too late, the team was being called to the field. Kitty grabbed a seat on the lowest bleacher, hoping that Jake would just leave it alone.
"Maximoff!" Jake hissed at Pietro while they were standing in the lineup. "You've been talking to my girl." "It's a free country." "She's mine Maximoff, I'm warning you." "You don't deserve her." "And you do?" "A helluva lot more than you." "Tell you what Pietro, once I break her in you can have her- she'll be useless to me then anyway." They took their positions on the court. "If you touch-" "If I touch her then what Pietro? That's what I thought." He turned around smirking, and the game was on. Their opponents came out slow, and in seconds Pietro had control of the ball, weaving his was to the basket. It was an easy two points. Pietro had the ball again and Jake was at his side pressuring him for the ball. "We're on the same team you dolt!" He growled. "Stop being such a glory hog!" Jake growled back. Pietro shoved him away and scored again. The crowd went wild. "You know what I'm gonna do after the game?" "I really don't care." "Oh but you do, you see, it involves your little Kitty. Tonight's the night, Maximoff." "She doesn't want you." "Who cares? You can get away with rape these days if you're a good athelete. I'll just tell her I love her and then she won't even-" Pietro rammed him, throwing him off of his feet. "What's this?" The announcer boomed over the loudspeaker. "It looks like a little disagreement on the Bayville team!" "There we go" Jake grinned evilly pushing himself off of the ground. He came back at Pietro before the referrees could stop him. Pietro dodged, but Jake's hands caught hold of his jersey and long sleeved playing shirt, ripping them clean off of his body. The crowd was silent as they gazed upon the young man's body. One spectator cried "oh my god!" and the crowd was roaring with hushed voices. Pietro had never felt more naked in his life under the bright spotlights. His team was staring at him and even Jake looked horrified. "Dude..." Was all he could manage. Pietro was horrified. He started backing up slowly to the wall, trying in vain to cover his body with his arms. His coach came up behind him and put a towel on his shoulders. "Come on, son. We're going to get you some help." Pietro felt a surge of fear. He couldn't go to a hospital! These people couldn't know! His father would find out and... and.... Pietro pulled away from his coach and made for the door. The two floor referrees grabbed hold of his arms and Pietro felt himself being forced to the floor. "Somebody call an ambulance!" He heard somebody yell. No nonononononononooooo no no his brain screamed frantically. His body began to jerk under the pressure and the two man held on tighter. "Lie still kid- we're getting you an ambulance." The crowd of people surged onto the floor, desperate for a better look. "Back up! Get back!" The coach yelled, forcing back the onlookers. An emergency team burst into the gym and strapped Pietro down onto a stretcher. Kitty broke through the crowd and ran to his side. "Back up Miss-" One of the EMT's said sternly. "I'm his sister!" Kitty lied. He believed her. She got in the back of the ambulance with him and an EMT.
"Pietro...." She cried, grasping his hand lying still at his side. He said nothing, only stared straight ahead at the ceiling of the van. "He's in shock, Miss. Don't tough him." The EMT said sympathetically. They were out on a backroad, the fastest route out of school, when the ambulance was forced over. Kitty screamed and Pietro slammed into the side of the vehicle. The doors were wrenched open by an unseen force, but Kitty knew who it was. Magneto. He floated down in front of her and Pietro's stretcher floated out of the ambulance. "No!" Kitty screamed, ripping the belts off of him. She pulled him into her arms, he was unconscious. "Get away from him!" She cried, trying to scramble away. She couldn't. He was too heavy. "Don't worry my dear, you're coming too." Magneto laughed and the last thing she saw was his gloved hand closing around her head.
"Maximoff!" Jake hissed at Pietro while they were standing in the lineup. "You've been talking to my girl." "It's a free country." "She's mine Maximoff, I'm warning you." "You don't deserve her." "And you do?" "A helluva lot more than you." "Tell you what Pietro, once I break her in you can have her- she'll be useless to me then anyway." They took their positions on the court. "If you touch-" "If I touch her then what Pietro? That's what I thought." He turned around smirking, and the game was on. Their opponents came out slow, and in seconds Pietro had control of the ball, weaving his was to the basket. It was an easy two points. Pietro had the ball again and Jake was at his side pressuring him for the ball. "We're on the same team you dolt!" He growled. "Stop being such a glory hog!" Jake growled back. Pietro shoved him away and scored again. The crowd went wild. "You know what I'm gonna do after the game?" "I really don't care." "Oh but you do, you see, it involves your little Kitty. Tonight's the night, Maximoff." "She doesn't want you." "Who cares? You can get away with rape these days if you're a good athelete. I'll just tell her I love her and then she won't even-" Pietro rammed him, throwing him off of his feet. "What's this?" The announcer boomed over the loudspeaker. "It looks like a little disagreement on the Bayville team!" "There we go" Jake grinned evilly pushing himself off of the ground. He came back at Pietro before the referrees could stop him. Pietro dodged, but Jake's hands caught hold of his jersey and long sleeved playing shirt, ripping them clean off of his body. The crowd was silent as they gazed upon the young man's body. One spectator cried "oh my god!" and the crowd was roaring with hushed voices. Pietro had never felt more naked in his life under the bright spotlights. His team was staring at him and even Jake looked horrified. "Dude..." Was all he could manage. Pietro was horrified. He started backing up slowly to the wall, trying in vain to cover his body with his arms. His coach came up behind him and put a towel on his shoulders. "Come on, son. We're going to get you some help." Pietro felt a surge of fear. He couldn't go to a hospital! These people couldn't know! His father would find out and... and.... Pietro pulled away from his coach and made for the door. The two floor referrees grabbed hold of his arms and Pietro felt himself being forced to the floor. "Somebody call an ambulance!" He heard somebody yell. No nonononononononooooo no no his brain screamed frantically. His body began to jerk under the pressure and the two man held on tighter. "Lie still kid- we're getting you an ambulance." The crowd of people surged onto the floor, desperate for a better look. "Back up! Get back!" The coach yelled, forcing back the onlookers. An emergency team burst into the gym and strapped Pietro down onto a stretcher. Kitty broke through the crowd and ran to his side. "Back up Miss-" One of the EMT's said sternly. "I'm his sister!" Kitty lied. He believed her. She got in the back of the ambulance with him and an EMT.
"Pietro...." She cried, grasping his hand lying still at his side. He said nothing, only stared straight ahead at the ceiling of the van. "He's in shock, Miss. Don't tough him." The EMT said sympathetically. They were out on a backroad, the fastest route out of school, when the ambulance was forced over. Kitty screamed and Pietro slammed into the side of the vehicle. The doors were wrenched open by an unseen force, but Kitty knew who it was. Magneto. He floated down in front of her and Pietro's stretcher floated out of the ambulance. "No!" Kitty screamed, ripping the belts off of him. She pulled him into her arms, he was unconscious. "Get away from him!" She cried, trying to scramble away. She couldn't. He was too heavy. "Don't worry my dear, you're coming too." Magneto laughed and the last thing she saw was his gloved hand closing around her head.