Alone
Shadow Knight
Chapter 18: Deadly Encounter
Disclaimer: No.
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(Pietro's P.O.V.)
I had always loved running as a child.
There was a certain thrill of having the ground rush past you at an amazing rate, the air flushing past you in a stupendous symphony of noise. The wind whipping off your face. . .
It truly was a spectacular wonder. . . .
And knowing I couldn't perform something I had always done. . . unnerved me just a little bit. The lack of feeling in my legs forced me to a slow, trudging crawl on the ground toward Rogue's spotted location. Jean's message continued to haunt me as I vainly tried to crawl faster.
-Someone lethal and set out to do something bad to her.-
This slow trudge was beginning to wear down on my mind. How could I, the former "speed demon" of Bayville, be reduced to this dreadfully slow pace? It was agonizing.
But. . . I couldn't just stop. . .
I had to save Rogue.
"Come on Pietro," I cursed.
shiff. . . .
thud. . .
shiff. . .
thud. . .
Suddenly, through the shuffling of my body, I was cut off when I heard a squealing scream of tires, spinning and sharply turning in the snow. I looked up for a moment and saw a large black car speeding quickly down the road, white waves of icy water spitting wildly underneath the tires.
There was something odd emitting from the car. . . a familiar feeling. . .
Then I noticed that the car was slowing down, the loud roar of the engine dwindling to a soft, waiting purr. The darkly tainted windows pealed down slowly and I knew that whoever was in the car was stopping for me.
But I knew it wasn't for good intentions.
A pale face appeared from the darkness. For some reason I wasn't able to see the upper half of his face. I seemed only able to see the darkly tainted smile on the man's face. I only said it was a man because his chuckle before he slid the window down was too heavy for a woman.
I stared up as far as I could. There was something that was truly bugging me about this man.
"Why hello, my dear man," his pearly teeth flexed, "Having some trouble are we?"
I bit my tongue lightly from retorting.
The man leaned forward more and I saw his smoky gray eyes fall down to me, his grin growing larger. "Now, Maximoff," the man suddenly whispered, to my surprise, "No need for rudeness."
"How. . . how do you know my name?"
The man suddenly reached into his car and disappeared in the darkness. He reappeared with a cigarette on his lips. A flame appeared in his hand from a small lighter that bit onto the end of his cigarette and sizzled. With a slow exhale, thin slithering fumes issued forth through his clenched teeth. "Pietro Maximoff, you should have figured it out by now."
I was silent to his statement.
"Foolish man," he glared down at me, "My dear Roguey has been tracing you down the day she got here. Unfortunately she screwed up, because of you."
He flicked off a bit of his cigarette out the window, the ashes fluttering close to my gaping mouth.
"And now my dear fellow, I have to say good-bye," he reached into his coat and withdrew some metal piece, the moonlight catching it's metal surface, "Oh, and yes," he turned slightly and faced toward the back, "Say good-bye to your foolish friend, Roguey."
My eyes widened as I heard him mention her name. I looked toward the back as he indicated and watched as the window slid down silently. My breath stuck in my throat.
There was the girl, no the woman, I had been dreaming about for years.
Her pale face gleamed down at me as it had just a few minutes ago at the party.
Lips once ruby red paled oddly.
Her beautiful emerald jewels stared at me blankly as if a doll.
She was. . . . empty.
"Good-bye Pietro Maximoff," she stated simply, as if answering a math question.
"Rogue. . . . .," her name slipped off my lips in a hushed whisper.
Then, just for a moment, I saw something flicker in her eyes. A startled and frightened glimmer returned to her eyes and her lips quivered as if she was startled awake from a nightmare. She turned to me and reached out lightly for a moment, shivering.
She was terrified.
"Pietro. . . h. . help. . m. . me. . .," she breathed.
Suddenly she was cut off and her eyes snapped shut as did her lips, almost as if sewn shut. Her figure slipped from my view and the window jerked upwards to seal her away from my sight.
I flicked my eyes back to the man. He was glaring toward the back seat, his forehead slightly riddled with wrinkles. Concentrating on something, he cursed lightly before turning back to me. "Well, Mr. Maximoff, it's been fun, but I'm afraid the carnival is over."
He drew his hand out the window.
A silver gun glittered like a jewel in the moonlight.
He grinned. . .
"Bang."
. . . .and fired at me.
~
Blowing off his gun, the man smiled down at the still man lying next to his car, a pool of blood creeping around his body and mingling with the white snow.
"Good-bye, Mr. Maximoff."
With a dark laugh, the man pulled away, tossing his cigarette butt out the window near the disheveled body. Revving up the engine, the black car raced off. Little did the man notice the bloodied body quiver with movement. . . . .
~
(Pietro's P.O.V.)
"Shit."
I opened my eyes and saw a bit of my blood around me. Shifting slightly, I reached with my hand and felt my shoulder. I hissed and winced when my fingers pried at the hole in my shoulder.
Sliding, I sat upwards and reached into my pocket, withdrawing my handkerchief. I knew it wouldn't do much, but I had to try and stop the bleeding. Clenching my teeth, I rapidly pressed on the wound. When the bleeding started to diminish a bit, I ripped a bit of my shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound.
"Damn," I muttered to myself, "that freaking hurt."
It was a good thing I thought to dodge it though, I thought. I knew he had aimed for my head, but shifting to the right had left me with just a bullet in my shoulder. I had to get it out soon though.
Unconsciously I dragged my feet to myself. And to my amazement, . . . . they moved. I flexed my toes in wonder and jumped to my feet, trying not to jangle my shoulder any more than I had to.
Suddenly it occurred to me.
Rogue seemed like she was being controlled when I last saw her. There was definitely something wrong. And seeing her just faint like that wasn't too right either. That man. . . he must have done something. Had some kind of power. He must have done it to me also.
"Stupid bastard," I spat, "He's going to pay for that."
Clutching my shoulder lightly, I ran as quickly as I could to the only place I knew where I could get some immediate help. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew that I was going to need some help getting Rogue back. And since none of my old buddies were really in town there was only one place I could go.
And it was the last place I wanted to see.
The X-Men Mansion.
~
Okay. . . um. . . I know that was extremely short and lame, but I just wanted to get another chapter out of the way. I'm really getting excited because I'm close to actually FINISHING A STORY! YEAH! ^_^
Um. . .
Anyways. . .
I'm really thankful, as always, to those who continue to review on this story and read this piece of crap. Truly encouraging, I must say.
Oh! And I made a little screw up in the chapters. When Shawn explained his powers to Rogue, he said he could only control one person. . .and well. . . he was kinda controlling both Rogue and Pietro at the same. . .uh. . time. Sorry. :P. It will be changed to where he can control a few people but his control is weaker.
Um. . . I think I'm done.
Ciao. ^_~
P.S. PLEASE REVIEW! Thanx. ^_^
Shadow Knight
Chapter 18: Deadly Encounter
Disclaimer: No.
~
(Pietro's P.O.V.)
I had always loved running as a child.
There was a certain thrill of having the ground rush past you at an amazing rate, the air flushing past you in a stupendous symphony of noise. The wind whipping off your face. . .
It truly was a spectacular wonder. . . .
And knowing I couldn't perform something I had always done. . . unnerved me just a little bit. The lack of feeling in my legs forced me to a slow, trudging crawl on the ground toward Rogue's spotted location. Jean's message continued to haunt me as I vainly tried to crawl faster.
-Someone lethal and set out to do something bad to her.-
This slow trudge was beginning to wear down on my mind. How could I, the former "speed demon" of Bayville, be reduced to this dreadfully slow pace? It was agonizing.
But. . . I couldn't just stop. . .
I had to save Rogue.
"Come on Pietro," I cursed.
shiff. . . .
thud. . .
shiff. . .
thud. . .
Suddenly, through the shuffling of my body, I was cut off when I heard a squealing scream of tires, spinning and sharply turning in the snow. I looked up for a moment and saw a large black car speeding quickly down the road, white waves of icy water spitting wildly underneath the tires.
There was something odd emitting from the car. . . a familiar feeling. . .
Then I noticed that the car was slowing down, the loud roar of the engine dwindling to a soft, waiting purr. The darkly tainted windows pealed down slowly and I knew that whoever was in the car was stopping for me.
But I knew it wasn't for good intentions.
A pale face appeared from the darkness. For some reason I wasn't able to see the upper half of his face. I seemed only able to see the darkly tainted smile on the man's face. I only said it was a man because his chuckle before he slid the window down was too heavy for a woman.
I stared up as far as I could. There was something that was truly bugging me about this man.
"Why hello, my dear man," his pearly teeth flexed, "Having some trouble are we?"
I bit my tongue lightly from retorting.
The man leaned forward more and I saw his smoky gray eyes fall down to me, his grin growing larger. "Now, Maximoff," the man suddenly whispered, to my surprise, "No need for rudeness."
"How. . . how do you know my name?"
The man suddenly reached into his car and disappeared in the darkness. He reappeared with a cigarette on his lips. A flame appeared in his hand from a small lighter that bit onto the end of his cigarette and sizzled. With a slow exhale, thin slithering fumes issued forth through his clenched teeth. "Pietro Maximoff, you should have figured it out by now."
I was silent to his statement.
"Foolish man," he glared down at me, "My dear Roguey has been tracing you down the day she got here. Unfortunately she screwed up, because of you."
He flicked off a bit of his cigarette out the window, the ashes fluttering close to my gaping mouth.
"And now my dear fellow, I have to say good-bye," he reached into his coat and withdrew some metal piece, the moonlight catching it's metal surface, "Oh, and yes," he turned slightly and faced toward the back, "Say good-bye to your foolish friend, Roguey."
My eyes widened as I heard him mention her name. I looked toward the back as he indicated and watched as the window slid down silently. My breath stuck in my throat.
There was the girl, no the woman, I had been dreaming about for years.
Her pale face gleamed down at me as it had just a few minutes ago at the party.
Lips once ruby red paled oddly.
Her beautiful emerald jewels stared at me blankly as if a doll.
She was. . . . empty.
"Good-bye Pietro Maximoff," she stated simply, as if answering a math question.
"Rogue. . . . .," her name slipped off my lips in a hushed whisper.
Then, just for a moment, I saw something flicker in her eyes. A startled and frightened glimmer returned to her eyes and her lips quivered as if she was startled awake from a nightmare. She turned to me and reached out lightly for a moment, shivering.
She was terrified.
"Pietro. . . h. . help. . m. . me. . .," she breathed.
Suddenly she was cut off and her eyes snapped shut as did her lips, almost as if sewn shut. Her figure slipped from my view and the window jerked upwards to seal her away from my sight.
I flicked my eyes back to the man. He was glaring toward the back seat, his forehead slightly riddled with wrinkles. Concentrating on something, he cursed lightly before turning back to me. "Well, Mr. Maximoff, it's been fun, but I'm afraid the carnival is over."
He drew his hand out the window.
A silver gun glittered like a jewel in the moonlight.
He grinned. . .
"Bang."
. . . .and fired at me.
~
Blowing off his gun, the man smiled down at the still man lying next to his car, a pool of blood creeping around his body and mingling with the white snow.
"Good-bye, Mr. Maximoff."
With a dark laugh, the man pulled away, tossing his cigarette butt out the window near the disheveled body. Revving up the engine, the black car raced off. Little did the man notice the bloodied body quiver with movement. . . . .
~
(Pietro's P.O.V.)
"Shit."
I opened my eyes and saw a bit of my blood around me. Shifting slightly, I reached with my hand and felt my shoulder. I hissed and winced when my fingers pried at the hole in my shoulder.
Sliding, I sat upwards and reached into my pocket, withdrawing my handkerchief. I knew it wouldn't do much, but I had to try and stop the bleeding. Clenching my teeth, I rapidly pressed on the wound. When the bleeding started to diminish a bit, I ripped a bit of my shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound.
"Damn," I muttered to myself, "that freaking hurt."
It was a good thing I thought to dodge it though, I thought. I knew he had aimed for my head, but shifting to the right had left me with just a bullet in my shoulder. I had to get it out soon though.
Unconsciously I dragged my feet to myself. And to my amazement, . . . . they moved. I flexed my toes in wonder and jumped to my feet, trying not to jangle my shoulder any more than I had to.
Suddenly it occurred to me.
Rogue seemed like she was being controlled when I last saw her. There was definitely something wrong. And seeing her just faint like that wasn't too right either. That man. . . he must have done something. Had some kind of power. He must have done it to me also.
"Stupid bastard," I spat, "He's going to pay for that."
Clutching my shoulder lightly, I ran as quickly as I could to the only place I knew where I could get some immediate help. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew that I was going to need some help getting Rogue back. And since none of my old buddies were really in town there was only one place I could go.
And it was the last place I wanted to see.
The X-Men Mansion.
~
Okay. . . um. . . I know that was extremely short and lame, but I just wanted to get another chapter out of the way. I'm really getting excited because I'm close to actually FINISHING A STORY! YEAH! ^_^
Um. . .
Anyways. . .
I'm really thankful, as always, to those who continue to review on this story and read this piece of crap. Truly encouraging, I must say.
Oh! And I made a little screw up in the chapters. When Shawn explained his powers to Rogue, he said he could only control one person. . .and well. . . he was kinda controlling both Rogue and Pietro at the same. . .uh. . time. Sorry. :P. It will be changed to where he can control a few people but his control is weaker.
Um. . . I think I'm done.
Ciao. ^_~
P.S. PLEASE REVIEW! Thanx. ^_^