Unheard Cries

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 Told you that I was already working on it. does happy dance yah, well…this is an interesting chapter. Poor Todd and Fred. Lol. Well, enjoy!!!

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 4

Lance shut the door to his room. He fell heavily down onto his bed, bouncing a few times unintentionally. Suddenly the sounds of Marilyn Manson's music came blaring threw the walls. Lance took his pillow and shoved it over his head. He screamed into his blue pillow, making the house shake.

" I don't know what's bothering me more, the fact that it was Pietro or the fact that I liked it. Ugh!" Lance said to himself, knowing nobody could here him over the music. He wanted to go back and apologize or at least say SOMETHING, but he didn't know what.

" I can see it know." Lance stated amusingly. " Hey Piet, I'm sorry for that, except I'm not because I think I may be gay and I want you so bad. No to mention I'm harder than I've ever been in my life" He shook his head back and forth. " Something tells me the truth should be edited."

He lay there for a good 15 minutes just trying to find the most appropriate way to approach him. None were working. He finally got up and went to the door. He was just about to open it until he got second thoughts. So, in defeat he hit his head repeatedly into the door. " This may take awhile." Then he continued to his bashing.

Crash Slam Thump Manson AHHHHH…Rumble, Rumble Clatter Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump…

Todd and Fred just looked at each other for a 5 minutes straight after the noises ceased, well except for the unknown thumping sound. Todd blinked a couple of times. " These walls are not near as thick as they should be, yo. " Fred nodded in agreement.

Fred spoke up" What do you think…"

" Don't even ask yo…just don't." Todd said, silencing his best friend. " Hey, yo, you want to go get some money and go get something to eat?" Fred nodded as he flicked off the TV. They exited the house, not bothering to leave a note. Todd didn't think they would notice they were gone.

Lance looked out the window, watching Todd and Fred leave the house. He held his head with his hand. He had just given himself the worst migraine he's had in a long time. The rock tumbler grabbed the bottle of Motrin on his bedside table. " Take two." He murmured aloud as he read the bottle. " Yeah okay." He commented sarcastically. He poured out the remaining pills and then disregarded the bottle. The senior looked around the room for something to drink, because he was far too lazy to go all the way downstairs, not to mention all the painful lights that would await him if he went. But then, something caught his eye. Sitting on his dresser was one of his half-finished rum and coke mixtures, though if anything else it was more rum. " Well, it'll have to do." He took a swig and then dumped all twelve pills down his throat. Deciding that it tasted pretty good, he downed the rest of the drink. He slowly trudged over to his unmade bed and lay down.

Fifteen minutes passed and Lance had started to get quite dizzy, but on the upside his headache was completely gone. The music coming from Pietro's room felt like it was swirling around his head. But, it became comforting as his eyelids became heavy.

" They slit, out throats, like we were flowers. And our milk has been devoured. When you want it, goes way to fast. Times you hate it, never seems to last. Just remember, when you think you're free… the crack inside your fucking heart is me. I want to out race the speed of pain for another day…" And to the words, he drifted off to sleep.

(AN: I wanted all of you to know before hand that Pietro has a walking cast…so no crutches.)

The next morning, Lance awoke to the sun shining through his window. He wondered who had opened those. His eyes fluttered open and the gentle silhouette sat inn a chair next to his bed. He went to close his eye again when suddenly a cool liquid splashed across his face. Lance eyes went wide as he sputtered and writhed in his bed. He glared over at the person in the chair.

" Pietro! What in the hell did you do that for?" Lance questioned as he wiped the water off of his face with the bottom of his shirt. Pietro leaned over and scribbled something down on his dry erase board. Once he finished he capped the strong scented marker and held up the board.

' YOU IDIOT!'

Lance looked at Pietro as thought he had lost his mind. " What are you talking about Pietro?" Pietro growled and pointed to the empty bottle of Motrin. "What about it? You know I use Motrin a lot." Pietro picked up the bottle and pointed to ' Take 2.' " Yes Pietro I know the recommended dose. But what are you getting at?" Lance questioned as he stood and stretched to take off his shirt, but fell to his knees. His stomach hurt like hell. It was subsiding, but he felt so dizzy. Pietro looked at the senior in concern and had tried to catch his as he fell, but had only hurt his own injured leg in the process.

" Pietro! Don't be stupid and hurt yourself further. I don't…I don't want to see you get hurt anymore." Lance blushed under the heavy gaze that Pietro was giving him. Carefully Pietro lifted himself back into his chair, but of coarse Lance quickly helped him, even thought he felt so sick. His vision blurred in and out a couple of times, but it settled for a bit. Pietro could tell Lance was struggling himself.

Hesitantly Pietro placed a hand on the older teen's cheek. Tenderly he held it, but his eyes couldn't resist the temptation of looking at Lance's shirtless body. His chest was perfectly tanned and smooth. The speed demon felt himself grow hard. ' Oh god I want you Lance.' He leaned down to the rock tumbler who was currently on his knees. He placed one hand on his chest and the other intertwining in his chocolate brown hair. Matching eyes gazed into icy blue ones.

" Pietro…' Lance breathed out heavily. He as well was getting hot. ' Are you sure…" But he was cut off by full, pink lips pressing against his. The kiss ended when Lance suddenly ran out of breath. He held his stomach as he coughed into his hand repeatedly. Blood started seeping down his fingers. Then, he suddenly ran to the bathroom. Pietro, as quickly as he could without trying to hurt himself, went to the bathroom to see if Lance was okay. He could see the mixture of blood and vomit as Lance gagged into the toilet. The senior shooed Pietro away. Pietro grabbed something and then returned to the older boy's room. The younger once held pup the board that he had been writing on.

' Lance…how many did you take? And don't lie to me.'

He sighed as he tried to think. He wasn't really sure how many were in his hand. Without thinking he just kind of took them. " I think…around twelve.'

Pietro wrote again ' You idiot. You overdosed. You're lucky that you threw it up. And I'm guessing you drank it with this?' He held up the empty alcoholic bottle. Lance nodded and Pietro shook his head. He calmed down and walked over to Lance. 'Don't ever do that again. You could have killed yourself.' Lance once again nodded. Pietro tenderly kissed Lance of the forehead. Pietro wisely grabbed the Listerine and made Lance use it.

He wrote again and let Lance read it. ' Now get some sleep. You're not going to school today. I'll be downstairs if you need me.' Pietro left and shut the door behind him.

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Hey, well that's chap 4 and I'll have chap 5 up soon. Hope you enjoyed it. More Pietro angst to come! fun fun. Please review or I shall send my evil army of squirrels after you. They will one day rule the world!! Bwahahahahahahaha…ahha…mmmm cough well, review…byes now…

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