Unheard Cries
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Alright, I know, I know…please don't kill me. I know I have made promises in the past and I know I did not follow them. AND I KNOW it's been awhile since I updated. Have mercy on my poor self. Sorry, please forgive me. clasps hands together Please? Heh…
I am only going to warn you once. This is a slash. Pietro/Lance love. So if you don't like that stuff, go now! It's my only warning. Also I don't own X-Evo. If I did, the romances would be different. And it would be a higher rated (coughRcough) show. J
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Chapter 3 (finally eh?)Lance stomped off to his room, as he usually did when he was pissed and let's just say they have a very close relationship. As he reached for his doorknob, he felt the thick strap of Pietro's bag on his shoulder. He looked to his right at Pietro's room. " Hey…um…er…Pietro…I got your bag, can I come in?" But there was no response. " Piet?" Still no response. Slowly, Lance opened the door and revealed the sleeping form of the speed demon. ' Jeez, it's been like five minutes and he's already asleep.' Lance let out a sigh and wondered, ' What is this feeling I get when I look at him. It's weird, I've never felt it before.' He paused. ' Wait what the hell are you saying? You don't like that egotistic little brat!' Again he paused. ' Wait! Aren't I you? Yes, but I'm you're reasonable side…now back to the subject of Pietro…Shut up you...er me!' Lance smacked himself in the head and shook it side to side. " You know you've lost your mind when you fight with yourself." He said aloud while being, distracted by him and himself.
Suddenly, a ball of paper hit Lance directly on the head. He looked up and Pietro was sitting up in his bed, smirking. He opened up the piece of paper and it read ' Yes, usually talking to yourself is not a good sign…but…in you're case I'm not so sure.' Lance growled as he crumpled up the note again and threw it directly at Pietro's head. The rock tumbler was amused to the fact that he could not dodge it. He smirk and Pietro flicked him off.
" I see you haven't lost you're attitude." Pietro was the one smirking now. " Do you need anything else, beforeyou go back to sleep." Telling, not asking him. Pietro pouted, but shook his head no. He pulled up his sheet and frantically tried to reach for his comforter, but the bandages restricted most of his bending capabilities. The senior walked over to his black-sheeted bed and clasped the item of request. Pietro pouted even more than before. Lance couldn't help but note how cute he looked while pouting, although his 'reasonable side' begged to differ. He placed the blanket over top the sophomore and by unknown instinct he bent down and kissed Pietro on the cheek. Now, it took about a couple seconds for both boys to realize what had just happened. But when they did their eyes shot open and looked at each other in shock.
Pietro's mouth opened and tons of things were trying to be said; god knows what he was mentally saying. But lance placed his rough; yet tender fingers atop the teen's rapid moving lips. Pietro ceased mouth movement instantly. Lance stared at him with curious eyes, as did Pietro. He bent down, removing his fingers; delicately brushing their lips together. Finally both pairs of eyes fluttered close and the oldest bent down further, pressing his lips against the younger of the two. The kiss deepened, as more movement was added. Lance's tongue slipped its way into Pietro's mouth toying with his and receiving wanting moans. Hot breath hit each other's face as their pants grew tight with anticipation. Lance's advancing hand ran itself slowly up his companion's chest. His heart skipped a beat at the soft feel of the younger boy below him. Pietro arched his back in response, wanting that pleasurable touch; needing it. But there was something odd about his chest; there were lines, thin lines all over. Lance ran his fingers across them.
Pietro's eyes shot open as he hastily pushed Lance away and then tugging down his shirt. The rock tumbler was still in shock over their actions. He murmured something about just bringing him his bag and quickly exited the room.
' What the hell just happened?' The speed demon thought. ' And I didn't say anything!!! Oh…right…I can't talk. God, my voice, I really don't have it. The most I can do is moan…as I just recently found out, but I can't even do that to loud. Part of me wants to go talk to him, though I can't and part of me is glad I have an excuse not to. Not that the conversation would have gone far. At least I've got a pad of paper and a dry erase board.' He sighed. ' I cannot deny that I wanted that, nor can I deny that I've wanted that for a long time. Oh god Piet…what have you got yourself into? If you're father knew…' He shuddered. He did not want to think about it, but he was unable to stop his thoughts from surfacing. ' Don't fall for me Lance, because I will have to let go eventually. But…no. Well, is it worth it, to at least have him for a little while? No…yes…no. Ugh…now who's arguing with themselves. But I know he's going to come back for me. I know if my father finds out he will take me away from here. He will keep me as his as he did before. I don't want to go back, I don't want to be his I don't want…' He just stopped and cried. His tears glistened like diamonds as they cascaded down his pale cheek. He just wanted to scream out, but the sound of his breath was his only response. He laid his head into his hands, resting it on his only bendable knee. ' No more pain. No more.' Catching himself, before Lance heard his whimpers (AN: When you lose you're voice, or left mute, you are sill able to make noise. Ex: whimpers, moans, etc…small things like that. You voice box doesn't make those exact noises directly. It's more inner throat.), he used his stereo remote and started the CD that was currently in. Marilyn Manson started to blast through his walls. The house suddenly shook making his bedside table drawer to open just a crack.
He reached inside, as he had many times before and grabbed a children's book that his mother had given him when he was a boy. It was still a chapter book, but very much for children. It was about a fantasy world that this little boy escaped to be happy. He had friends there and nothing bad ever happened there. He had read it so many times he'd lost track. But, every time he was alone with his father, every time his father stripped him of his clothes, every time he dove into him, making him scream until his weak lungs were raw, and every time his father took a knife to his body to make him bleed…he dreamt he was in that fantasy land. Forgetting all the bad, trying to be happy. It was the only thing that kept him going.
But as they say, old habits and bad memories are not easily forgotten. He opened the book and inside laid a knife. It was a thin, 6-inch, when fully opened, switch blade, yet it was extremely sharp. The slightest touch could easily cut you. Very easily.
He held it up, gazing at the cold yet comforting metal. His sapphire eyes reflected back, making him shiver. He always hated his eyes, for it was what his father loved best about him.
" I always love it when a sudden throe surges through you're eyes. They're just like you're mothers."
Pietro closed his eyes at the thought. He guessed that he could blame his father for his habit. But, in the same sense it was partly his fault for not stopping. His father found joy in the pains of others, if it wasn't already obvious. More commonly physical, but emotional worked too. And god when he got both, He got excited. Sometimes violently, sometimes sexually…hell, a lot of the time both.
Pietro had gotten distracted by his train of thought that he didn't realize that he had ran the pad of his finger across the blade. Looking down, he smiled a sad smile. Watching the crimson liquid run down his finger to his palm. He licked it up as tears fell down once more. He hadn't felt the pain. He had such a high tolerance for it, from over the years. ' I had been cut by my father since he was six, and I started on my own when I was 9. It's the main reason for me staying so pale. Right now, for the most part, my scars blend in with my skin color, but if I got a tan, they would all appear. Ironically enough, a lot of people fine my fair pale skin sexy. If only they knew how tainted I really am.'
The blood on his finger and dried up, causing him to frown slightly. He lifted the gleaming blade to his already scared abdomen. He made no hesitation as he dragged it diagonally from the bottom of his ribs to the edge of his hip. It was about 8 inches across, from left to right. It blood pour down his pale stomach. He did love how red looked compared to the coloring of his skin.
Pietro smiled at his work, staring at it from the mirror on the back of the door. Only beautiful to the eyes of the beholder. His eyes suddenly became heavy. ' The sleeping medicine that the doctor had given him must have kicked in. He concluded that it wasn't bleeding too much anymore. So, he just put his black shirt over top of it and went to sleep.
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Hey! Well, finally I got chapter 3 up. And also, I'm already working on chap 4! Go me! That was the start of some Lance and Pietro!! Yah!!! Well, please review and I'll hopefully update soon. Byes now!
Suraka-chan