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Somewhere in between the years of 1980 and 1981, the exact date long lost in the memories of those present, two men sat in silence as they waited to see an old friend in the city's confinement prison for the very last time.
One man, 25, nearly the same age as the man, whom sat across a chess board from him, had thinning black hair that he vowed to soon give up. He had a penchant for pity where it was not needed and a soft spot for things like children and chess. Though he never really planned on having children of his own.
The other man across from him, with thick and strange locks of white hair and sharp features was quite different than that of his friend. In the physiology class in which the two met, he confessed that he had originally been to study law.
His life had centered on justice and what he believed to be fairness to persecuted people. He cared little for pity and little for children. But he did enjoy chess. Which was the most likely reason that the two became friends in the first place.
"So Eric," began the man with thinning black hair calmly as he watched the other, "Professor Allen. Who would have thought?"
The man in question raised his cold dark eyes to stare at the man as he moved his king in to win. "Checkmate Charles. And everyone for that matter. He's an insane menace whom will constantly be a threat to society as we know it. I don't find it so surprising really. His execution will hardly cause a ripple in anyone's life."
"Except for his own of course, and I find it funny that he said the same thing about you." Charles stated with a look of distaste as he wrinkled his nose and cleared the chess board. "Maybe I'LL actually win someday, hmm Eric?"
"Doubtful," the man replied curtly, "And as for Allen's life. Well he won't have that long enough to fret over now will he?"
Charles's long, educated and somewhat weathered fingers played absent mindedly with the green oval buttons on his suit.
"I suppose. Yet everybody's life has a purpose and its end, which shall always be tragic, will cause somebody grief. Even if you don't know it." He said, quoting the insane man who had taught them both the wonders of the mind once before. Though now, it seemed, he was insanely out of his own.
"Yet there existence will cause so much more than that." Eric replied as he stood to intercept the guards that had come to lead them to the one person who knew that death at the hands of strangers was much better than that of the alternative.
"I find it somewhat disturbing that we will be the last familiar faces he will ever see." Charles confided.
"Who says he'll look at us," Eric said, "Were not exactly his two favorite people. And don't be disturbed." He advised. "I'm not. I'm just slightly disappointed that he's going to tell Satan all about me long before I arrive."
Charles sucked in his cheeks as his face took on a fish like formality. "Your expectations are so high, Eric." He told him sarcastically.
"You have absolutely no idea. But you know me Charles, and you know that everything comes with a consequence. Especially misdeeds and betrayal." He murmured his eyes twinkling as if telling an inside joke.
"Well let us hope, you and I that we may never have to deal with that." Said the voice so full of reason, "For I certainly will."
Eric laughed, "For that Charles if nothing more, I am sorry." And with a clap on his friends shoulder they entered to watch the tragic death of a tragic man.
These thoughts of the past floated in the mind of one of the two men that day. On Eric's part, what he had told Charles had been a foreshadowing of their parting of ways so long ago. But he never dreamed that the words would apply to him I'm sure. At least not in this way.
Pietro...as a child and as a teen now had never enjoyed being told what to do or how to feel. He tries his best to never get embarrassed or conned. And he hates more than anything, being or feeling threatened, trapped or inferior.
It isn't a question of ego or pride...it is simply his fear. He fears the weakness of his character and despises wrong judgment. Hypocrisy is not in his vocabulary.
But these are some of the things that people like Pietro can not escape. Before...he would defy authority and every time he did authority would beat him to an inch of his life.
When Pietro was younger he had always been told a story to keep him in check. 'If you aren't asleep before midnight Pietro....he'll come and get you.'
I knew who HE was. The joke was less than amusing. The cruelty of parents he didn't know was enough to force Pietro to cling to his biological father. The father who couldn't care less for him. So I stepped in.
I intervened when Pietro broke the ultimate rule. When he defied the only person who valued loyalty to the point of insanity. When Pietro started having doubts about his father's ways I intervened.
You know me, even if you've never met me. I know your name and age and background. How many scars you have and how you got them. I know your deepest darkest secrets and I whisper to you in your time of need. I own the ears in which prayers are spoken to in your mind. You may not believe in me, but I will always believe in you.
I watch from afar. My children in their intelligence and sophisticated ways, however, still long for a hand when they fall. And though I don't usually offer one. This time was different.
I stared down and saw two special yet unnoticed young men and I gave them gifts more extraordinary than those previously obtained. It was once said that when someone needs water to put out a fire...that I give them oil.
Pietro and Lance were given their powers to put out the flames of Pietro's father, and if what I gave them was truly oil....I know them well enough to know that they could MacGyver their way out of it.
After all. What kind of God would I be if I didn't try to stop little fires from spreading?
Lance has a set and determined will which is ever so hard to deter. He has a significant other who loves him...even if he hasn't realized it yet and he has the courage to hold things together when they are just dying to fall apart. He's not the one that I am worried about.
Pietro, in all his life, has been intelligent and cautious. People that know him might not say that but it's the truth. He sticks to those who readily accept him instead of chancing rejection. But he can also miss the big picture because he's so focused on the minor details...like one Eric Lensherr.
It's said that the road less traveled is often best discovered with a friend. Well, Pietro is about to travel a very unfamiliar road...and I know just the person to accompany him.....all he has to do is chance her possible rejection.
Pietro woke that morning from a sleep void of dreams or nightmares and it seemed to him that his subconscious was taking a break from the hectic. And giving him hell. Apparently since he couldn't have dreams in his sleep he was being allowed to live both them and his nightmares in his waking hours.
He was up and dressed in the blink of an eye and was feeling extremely grateful to have his speed back. He didn't feel inferior to the other students anymore and he was pleased to no longer have to endure the look that the Professor sent his way that simply screamed, 'It's not so easy is it?' every time that he had difficulty with that damn wheelchair.
Pietro didn't bother to fix his hair that was sticking at strange angles on his head. The task seemed so menial now, and he didn't want to distract himself from whatever he felt was so important.
He tugged at the half-sleeves of the snug black shirt as he scanned his half of the room that he shared with Lance.
"Where's my shit?" he wondered out loud only to receive a growl from the doorway. He looked over and saw Logan. "What?" he asked the older man nonchalantly his lips pursed and twisted downward. His expression somewhat confused.
"Watch your language." He threatened, still glaring viciously at the boy whom it didn't seem he liked at the moment. Pietro nodded.
"Well now that that's stored away can I help you because your kinda creeping me out and your really not helping me find my stuff?" he told the man who growled once more before leaving and Pietro sighed, not honestly worried about Logan.
From the moment that Pietro had decided to join the X-men, Logan had been suspicious. He seemed afraid that Pietro might try to pull something and Pietro, for his part, was starting to think that the fact that Magneto had practically declared war with the brotherhood for joining the X-men after the school incident...well wasn't enough to convince Logan that he was out of his father's league.
Kicking away a clumped pile of Lance's dirty shirts he saw his bag that he used to cart his school work to and from school. It was a simple black leather bag that only had one strap to sling over his shoulder. But he also used it to hit Daniels and Lance in the head every time they called it a man purse.
He slung it over his right shoulder and zipped out of his room and down the stairs, the wind from the action causing Amara, was it?...Pietro wasn't sure, to shriek as her skirt flew up.
"Pietro!" She hollered after the blur only to receive a half assed apology. Finally Pietro stopped at the door and waited until he saw Scott, accompanied by Rouge. He crept up behind the couple who were discussing Rouge's surprising fear of the book 'Salem's Lot," which Pietro had asked her to read and then made the whole household watch the movie.
'BOO!" Pietro shouted in her ear, causing her to jump into the air. She was, it turned out, an extremely fidgeting person. She turned and glared at Pietro as he and Scott laughed at her expense.
"You're dead!" she joked making a slitting motion across her own neck. Scott shook his head and put his arm around her waist.
Laughing he said, "Save your plans of vengeance for later okay we're going to be late!" He then lifted her kicking and screaming over his shoulder before waving to Pietro and taking her outside before setting her down. Pietro watched in amusement as she chased him to the car.
They made and interesting couple. They were a lot less uptight sense they got together. Which was always nice as far as Pietro was concerned.
"Hey Pietro!" the boy heard his name being called. Looking over he saw Lance dangling the keys to his jeep. "You want ride or run?" he asked just like he did every morning that he and the speed demon had lived under the same roof. Pietro shook his head.
"I'm gonna stick around a little while before I go to school. So I'll be running! See ya later though." He told his best friend as he watched him, Kitty and Fred go to the Jeep and wait for Wanda and Todd.
Pietro smiled. He guessed he was fairly happy. It was amazing that over the past few weeks their entire lifestyle had changed yet Lance could still act they were living by themselves. It was an amazing feeling to know that they could still be who they are even though they no longer had to be what they were.
"Todd, don't be ridiculous you know that I'm busy this weekend with-" Wanda began to the green tinted teen whom it seemed he was trying to get her to go on a date with him. But Pietro had cut her off in her mind, causing her to zone out in the real world.
'Just go out with him already Wanda. I know that you like him and everybody knows he likes you...so please spare everyone the agony would ya?' he instructed and she sent him a mental agreement with an attached sigh.
"Fine," She told Todd and Pietro smiled at her. He never could understand how someone could scowl at another person's feelings and he was glad that Wanda wasn't doing that any longer.
Pietro turned on his heel, ready to walk to the Professor's office when he ran into Jean Gray. He looked at her while taking a step back.
"Hey Blue Eyes," she jokingly greeted him with the strangest nickname he'd had. Mainly because it had nothing to do with his speed. But he liked Jean because she was creative, and the nickname was once that of Frank Sinatra, possibly her favorite singer in the world next to Tony Bennett.
He smirked an nodded, "Looking like a gem as always." He joked back to her as she smiled. She handed a small paperback book to him.
"It's 'Salem's Lot'. After you gave it to Rouge she got it circulating again." She told him with what Pietro considered a bell chiming, chorus singing, smile that launched a thousand or more ships.
"Hope you liked it." He told her knowing she was just as jumpy as Rouge. Surprisingly Kitty loved the book more than any of the other girls and had the strongest stomach for horror novels and movies. Pietro suspected it was due to her violent cooking tendencies but didn't dwell on the thought.
"Hey Bobby!" he shouted at the younger X-men whom had proven to be one of Pietro's better friends in the new house, not to mention he had a fetish for vampire shit. So Pietro tossed him the book and watched as his eyes lit up at the summary.
"Keep it!" he called to him as Bobby thanked him, "Tell your friends!" With a smirk he turned back to Jean who bore the same smile as earlier. Little did he know it was reserved for him.
"Logan wanted to speak privately with you and he asked me to come and get you. He's in the weight room." (Okay this is what I call the room where Scott and Rouge had that cute little talk while playing....tennis was it? That one episode.)
Pietro nodded slightly miffed. The same Logan that had just been threatening him? Now that he thought about it, Logan may not have liked him from the start but he seemed to loathe him more than usual the last week or so.
Pietro thanked her and began to walk away. Only to stop and lean against the wall to watch her walk away.
He would just have to be on his toes, he decided as walked down the hallway. He stopped in front of a wooden looking door and put his hand in the middle. The door split strait down the center opening to reveal a cozy elevator of sorts.
It was helpful with the professor's 'disability' and also helped to conceal all of the X-men's training equipment etc. that was kept below the mansion.
Pietro waited until it hit the bottom suddenly grateful for the lack of elevator music. He bounced on his toes as the floating feeling in the pit of his stomach ceased as the small room's speed eased and coasted to a thudding stop.
Pietro impatiently zipped out of the now open doors and past the silver walls and metal interior which Pietro found far too impersonal. He stopped suddenly, leaving a rush of air to blow past him and ruffle his shirt.
He looked at the handle to the weight room door. He dared not to touch it as the door opened itself simply because Pietro deemed it to do so.
Pietro scanned the room and saw no one present. He quickly turned around and instinctively zipped backwards.
His suspicions had been accurate because directly behind him Logan had been leering like a dark cloud on a bright day. Stepping forward without a greeting he slammed the door shut.
"Logan?" Pietro muttered dangerously, as he evaluated the man and tried to educate himself on his behavior.
"You wish." Spoke a more alto, and much more feminine voice. Pietro's eyes widened as Logan's form changed to that of someone he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Holy Shit." He stated.
Jean parked her newly owned SUV in the school parking lot with a sigh. Overhead a flock of black crows flew rapidly off of a strangely leafless tree.
The omen did not go unnoticed by the edgy redhead. She was slightly suspicious of Logan lately and it dawned on her that she might actually trust Pietro, whom she didn't know as well as she would've liked, than her own instructor of sorts.
Her hands were wringed in her lap and the bell had just wrung also. Though shrilly into her ear. She couldn't understand Logan lately.....he had never cared to talk privately with the X-men. Why now? And why Pietro, someone he hardly cared for?
She gasped. Why hadn't she been suspicious earlier? A voice broke her frantic thoughts.
"Are you coming or not?" asked Kurt's voice from outside where she had dropped him off. She shook her head slowly mouth open.
"What the Hell am I still doing here?" she wondered out loud as she turned the car on and pulled frantically out of the parking lot and doing a U-turn before speeding towards home and leaving behind a very confused Kurt and Evan.
"Going to school?" Kurt answered meekly to the long gone Jean's question before shaking his head of blue hair and dragging Evan to first period.
Mystique cursed inwardly as she dodged a series of heavy weights that had some how been melted down by Pietro and were shooting like little bullets at her. This in itself was a difficult task because the boy had also caused the carpeting of the floor to rip up and wrap around her legs.
"Did Magneto send you here?" he demanded surprisingly calm, though Mystique assumed that this was because he had the upper hand at the moment. She used all of her strength to rip her feet viciously from the carpeting.
She immediately morphed into a giant spider and jumped to the ceiling. This made Pietro cease his 'fire' and take a different stance, pressed up against the wall diagonal of her spider like form.
"The Hell I would take orders from that monster!" she hissed at him and he seemed startled that she could talk. She fell to that floor setting Pietro on his guard. Mid fall she changed back to her true form and pulled a gun to Pietro's fore head.
"Don't be ordering me around boy," she growled at him and though the cold of the metal barrel slightly bothered him he didn't blink. Besides...that was a problem that could be fixed.
He felt the warmth of the room fade away as he let it shift over to the gun instead. In a matter of seconds Mystique cursed and let the scorching gun drop from her hands. She glared at him.
He zipped to the other side of the room not allowing the gun to cool down in fear she would pick it up again, instead he settled for letting himself shiver and allowing his teeth to chatter violently.
"Let me guess, performed another act of missing teacher?" he asked her angrily as he referred to the time she took the place of Xavier. She laughed silently.
"Shut up!" he snapped at her and she did so, though shocked. "Tell me what the fuck you want." He demanded of his ex-leader.
She let her shoulders stoop admitting defeat, this caused Pietro some victory however because Mystique was one tough chick and he knew it.
"I didn't do anything to him...it was Magneto," she told Pietro dejectedly not liking having to reveal the information. He glared.
"So why didn't you stop it? You obviously hate Magneto." He told her and she shrugged.
"True," she admitted, "But I also despise Wolverine." She pointed out to him. "Truthfully," she continued, "I'm here to warn you."
"How sweet." Pietro stated sarcastically the bitterness he felt towards Mystique evident in his voice.
"Shut up and take the help you get," she snapped at him as he glared at her. "Don't tell me to shut up!" he yelled maturely at her. She rolled her eyes at his statement.
"Listen," she began cutting to the chase. "Magneto is definitely going to do something to Wolverine-"
"No shit." Pietro concluded cutting her off, only to have her growl at him.
"Anyway, I don't know what he may try but I do know where he is." She told him. With that statement she tossed a small address book to him.
"Those," she explained, "are all of his little hideouts. But I circled the one that he's at now." She watched as he studied the book.
"Pietro he's got at least twenty more mutants then before. I've seen them. And he's recruiting like crazy. He's going to make his move soon. If I were you I'd wake up and try to do something." She spit out to him in a deadly serious manner.
Pietro lifted his eyes to look at her, all contempt and hatred gone. He then asked the age old question. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked then held up the book, "Giving me this?"
Mystique shrugged, "I....just want to see that bastard get what he deserves. And I know you can give it to him."
"But...." Pietro began inarticulately before changing the course from a question to a statement. "Stay." He told her but she only shook her head.
"I can't. But I'll be back. Tell whoever you want that you've got your own personal spy." She joked solemnly before the door of the room bust open and Jean flew in.
"Pietro!" she called and stopped suddenly upon seeing the shape shifter. Mystique actually looked nervous as Jean opened her mouth to scream. Pietro zipped over to her and placed a hand over her parted lips.
He glanced at the frantic Mystique before nodding to the door. "Go," he told her, "And thank you." She nodded.
"Good luck." She told him before running to the open door and flying down the hallway.
"Pietro what on Earth!" were the first words Jean spoke to him after he removed his hand from her mouth. He shook his head at her.
"No time now." He told her waving the address book in front of her confused face, "We have to talk to the Professor. Immediately." And with that he picked her up and zipped off in the direction of the elevator.
This should be very interesting.................................................
DigitalAngel4U: This is kind of turning into more of an action fic then I had originally intended. Sorry there wasn't much romance in this one, I'll try to get around to it. My fingers are just letting the story run all over the place so we'll see when I get to that. Also if I'm losing sight of something you find important please let me know so I can try to work it into the plot line that I created only a day before I wrote this chapter (sort of)
I think you all know why Mystique hates Magneto and that that was supposed to be God speaking after the opening, explaining how Pietro and Lance got their powers.
And don't worry too much about the beginning because I'll probably bring it up later when the Professor has more of the spotlight. It's just helping to set up the story.
MAJOR THINGY! I'm in need of some ideas of powers and characters for Magneto's new recruits! I could make them up myself but that would be no fun! So if you have some ideas please let me know!
And please review. I'd love to hear your opinions whether they're good or bad or somewhere in between! Thanks to those who reviewed! And to those who didn't and read this junk anyway! Kidding...but not about the thank you thing! (
Somewhere in between the years of 1980 and 1981, the exact date long lost in the memories of those present, two men sat in silence as they waited to see an old friend in the city's confinement prison for the very last time.
One man, 25, nearly the same age as the man, whom sat across a chess board from him, had thinning black hair that he vowed to soon give up. He had a penchant for pity where it was not needed and a soft spot for things like children and chess. Though he never really planned on having children of his own.
The other man across from him, with thick and strange locks of white hair and sharp features was quite different than that of his friend. In the physiology class in which the two met, he confessed that he had originally been to study law.
His life had centered on justice and what he believed to be fairness to persecuted people. He cared little for pity and little for children. But he did enjoy chess. Which was the most likely reason that the two became friends in the first place.
"So Eric," began the man with thinning black hair calmly as he watched the other, "Professor Allen. Who would have thought?"
The man in question raised his cold dark eyes to stare at the man as he moved his king in to win. "Checkmate Charles. And everyone for that matter. He's an insane menace whom will constantly be a threat to society as we know it. I don't find it so surprising really. His execution will hardly cause a ripple in anyone's life."
"Except for his own of course, and I find it funny that he said the same thing about you." Charles stated with a look of distaste as he wrinkled his nose and cleared the chess board. "Maybe I'LL actually win someday, hmm Eric?"
"Doubtful," the man replied curtly, "And as for Allen's life. Well he won't have that long enough to fret over now will he?"
Charles's long, educated and somewhat weathered fingers played absent mindedly with the green oval buttons on his suit.
"I suppose. Yet everybody's life has a purpose and its end, which shall always be tragic, will cause somebody grief. Even if you don't know it." He said, quoting the insane man who had taught them both the wonders of the mind once before. Though now, it seemed, he was insanely out of his own.
"Yet there existence will cause so much more than that." Eric replied as he stood to intercept the guards that had come to lead them to the one person who knew that death at the hands of strangers was much better than that of the alternative.
"I find it somewhat disturbing that we will be the last familiar faces he will ever see." Charles confided.
"Who says he'll look at us," Eric said, "Were not exactly his two favorite people. And don't be disturbed." He advised. "I'm not. I'm just slightly disappointed that he's going to tell Satan all about me long before I arrive."
Charles sucked in his cheeks as his face took on a fish like formality. "Your expectations are so high, Eric." He told him sarcastically.
"You have absolutely no idea. But you know me Charles, and you know that everything comes with a consequence. Especially misdeeds and betrayal." He murmured his eyes twinkling as if telling an inside joke.
"Well let us hope, you and I that we may never have to deal with that." Said the voice so full of reason, "For I certainly will."
Eric laughed, "For that Charles if nothing more, I am sorry." And with a clap on his friends shoulder they entered to watch the tragic death of a tragic man.
These thoughts of the past floated in the mind of one of the two men that day. On Eric's part, what he had told Charles had been a foreshadowing of their parting of ways so long ago. But he never dreamed that the words would apply to him I'm sure. At least not in this way.
Pietro...as a child and as a teen now had never enjoyed being told what to do or how to feel. He tries his best to never get embarrassed or conned. And he hates more than anything, being or feeling threatened, trapped or inferior.
It isn't a question of ego or pride...it is simply his fear. He fears the weakness of his character and despises wrong judgment. Hypocrisy is not in his vocabulary.
But these are some of the things that people like Pietro can not escape. Before...he would defy authority and every time he did authority would beat him to an inch of his life.
When Pietro was younger he had always been told a story to keep him in check. 'If you aren't asleep before midnight Pietro....he'll come and get you.'
I knew who HE was. The joke was less than amusing. The cruelty of parents he didn't know was enough to force Pietro to cling to his biological father. The father who couldn't care less for him. So I stepped in.
I intervened when Pietro broke the ultimate rule. When he defied the only person who valued loyalty to the point of insanity. When Pietro started having doubts about his father's ways I intervened.
You know me, even if you've never met me. I know your name and age and background. How many scars you have and how you got them. I know your deepest darkest secrets and I whisper to you in your time of need. I own the ears in which prayers are spoken to in your mind. You may not believe in me, but I will always believe in you.
I watch from afar. My children in their intelligence and sophisticated ways, however, still long for a hand when they fall. And though I don't usually offer one. This time was different.
I stared down and saw two special yet unnoticed young men and I gave them gifts more extraordinary than those previously obtained. It was once said that when someone needs water to put out a fire...that I give them oil.
Pietro and Lance were given their powers to put out the flames of Pietro's father, and if what I gave them was truly oil....I know them well enough to know that they could MacGyver their way out of it.
After all. What kind of God would I be if I didn't try to stop little fires from spreading?
Lance has a set and determined will which is ever so hard to deter. He has a significant other who loves him...even if he hasn't realized it yet and he has the courage to hold things together when they are just dying to fall apart. He's not the one that I am worried about.
Pietro, in all his life, has been intelligent and cautious. People that know him might not say that but it's the truth. He sticks to those who readily accept him instead of chancing rejection. But he can also miss the big picture because he's so focused on the minor details...like one Eric Lensherr.
It's said that the road less traveled is often best discovered with a friend. Well, Pietro is about to travel a very unfamiliar road...and I know just the person to accompany him.....all he has to do is chance her possible rejection.
Pietro woke that morning from a sleep void of dreams or nightmares and it seemed to him that his subconscious was taking a break from the hectic. And giving him hell. Apparently since he couldn't have dreams in his sleep he was being allowed to live both them and his nightmares in his waking hours.
He was up and dressed in the blink of an eye and was feeling extremely grateful to have his speed back. He didn't feel inferior to the other students anymore and he was pleased to no longer have to endure the look that the Professor sent his way that simply screamed, 'It's not so easy is it?' every time that he had difficulty with that damn wheelchair.
Pietro didn't bother to fix his hair that was sticking at strange angles on his head. The task seemed so menial now, and he didn't want to distract himself from whatever he felt was so important.
He tugged at the half-sleeves of the snug black shirt as he scanned his half of the room that he shared with Lance.
"Where's my shit?" he wondered out loud only to receive a growl from the doorway. He looked over and saw Logan. "What?" he asked the older man nonchalantly his lips pursed and twisted downward. His expression somewhat confused.
"Watch your language." He threatened, still glaring viciously at the boy whom it didn't seem he liked at the moment. Pietro nodded.
"Well now that that's stored away can I help you because your kinda creeping me out and your really not helping me find my stuff?" he told the man who growled once more before leaving and Pietro sighed, not honestly worried about Logan.
From the moment that Pietro had decided to join the X-men, Logan had been suspicious. He seemed afraid that Pietro might try to pull something and Pietro, for his part, was starting to think that the fact that Magneto had practically declared war with the brotherhood for joining the X-men after the school incident...well wasn't enough to convince Logan that he was out of his father's league.
Kicking away a clumped pile of Lance's dirty shirts he saw his bag that he used to cart his school work to and from school. It was a simple black leather bag that only had one strap to sling over his shoulder. But he also used it to hit Daniels and Lance in the head every time they called it a man purse.
He slung it over his right shoulder and zipped out of his room and down the stairs, the wind from the action causing Amara, was it?...Pietro wasn't sure, to shriek as her skirt flew up.
"Pietro!" She hollered after the blur only to receive a half assed apology. Finally Pietro stopped at the door and waited until he saw Scott, accompanied by Rouge. He crept up behind the couple who were discussing Rouge's surprising fear of the book 'Salem's Lot," which Pietro had asked her to read and then made the whole household watch the movie.
'BOO!" Pietro shouted in her ear, causing her to jump into the air. She was, it turned out, an extremely fidgeting person. She turned and glared at Pietro as he and Scott laughed at her expense.
"You're dead!" she joked making a slitting motion across her own neck. Scott shook his head and put his arm around her waist.
Laughing he said, "Save your plans of vengeance for later okay we're going to be late!" He then lifted her kicking and screaming over his shoulder before waving to Pietro and taking her outside before setting her down. Pietro watched in amusement as she chased him to the car.
They made and interesting couple. They were a lot less uptight sense they got together. Which was always nice as far as Pietro was concerned.
"Hey Pietro!" the boy heard his name being called. Looking over he saw Lance dangling the keys to his jeep. "You want ride or run?" he asked just like he did every morning that he and the speed demon had lived under the same roof. Pietro shook his head.
"I'm gonna stick around a little while before I go to school. So I'll be running! See ya later though." He told his best friend as he watched him, Kitty and Fred go to the Jeep and wait for Wanda and Todd.
Pietro smiled. He guessed he was fairly happy. It was amazing that over the past few weeks their entire lifestyle had changed yet Lance could still act they were living by themselves. It was an amazing feeling to know that they could still be who they are even though they no longer had to be what they were.
"Todd, don't be ridiculous you know that I'm busy this weekend with-" Wanda began to the green tinted teen whom it seemed he was trying to get her to go on a date with him. But Pietro had cut her off in her mind, causing her to zone out in the real world.
'Just go out with him already Wanda. I know that you like him and everybody knows he likes you...so please spare everyone the agony would ya?' he instructed and she sent him a mental agreement with an attached sigh.
"Fine," She told Todd and Pietro smiled at her. He never could understand how someone could scowl at another person's feelings and he was glad that Wanda wasn't doing that any longer.
Pietro turned on his heel, ready to walk to the Professor's office when he ran into Jean Gray. He looked at her while taking a step back.
"Hey Blue Eyes," she jokingly greeted him with the strangest nickname he'd had. Mainly because it had nothing to do with his speed. But he liked Jean because she was creative, and the nickname was once that of Frank Sinatra, possibly her favorite singer in the world next to Tony Bennett.
He smirked an nodded, "Looking like a gem as always." He joked back to her as she smiled. She handed a small paperback book to him.
"It's 'Salem's Lot'. After you gave it to Rouge she got it circulating again." She told him with what Pietro considered a bell chiming, chorus singing, smile that launched a thousand or more ships.
"Hope you liked it." He told her knowing she was just as jumpy as Rouge. Surprisingly Kitty loved the book more than any of the other girls and had the strongest stomach for horror novels and movies. Pietro suspected it was due to her violent cooking tendencies but didn't dwell on the thought.
"Hey Bobby!" he shouted at the younger X-men whom had proven to be one of Pietro's better friends in the new house, not to mention he had a fetish for vampire shit. So Pietro tossed him the book and watched as his eyes lit up at the summary.
"Keep it!" he called to him as Bobby thanked him, "Tell your friends!" With a smirk he turned back to Jean who bore the same smile as earlier. Little did he know it was reserved for him.
"Logan wanted to speak privately with you and he asked me to come and get you. He's in the weight room." (Okay this is what I call the room where Scott and Rouge had that cute little talk while playing....tennis was it? That one episode.)
Pietro nodded slightly miffed. The same Logan that had just been threatening him? Now that he thought about it, Logan may not have liked him from the start but he seemed to loathe him more than usual the last week or so.
Pietro thanked her and began to walk away. Only to stop and lean against the wall to watch her walk away.
He would just have to be on his toes, he decided as walked down the hallway. He stopped in front of a wooden looking door and put his hand in the middle. The door split strait down the center opening to reveal a cozy elevator of sorts.
It was helpful with the professor's 'disability' and also helped to conceal all of the X-men's training equipment etc. that was kept below the mansion.
Pietro waited until it hit the bottom suddenly grateful for the lack of elevator music. He bounced on his toes as the floating feeling in the pit of his stomach ceased as the small room's speed eased and coasted to a thudding stop.
Pietro impatiently zipped out of the now open doors and past the silver walls and metal interior which Pietro found far too impersonal. He stopped suddenly, leaving a rush of air to blow past him and ruffle his shirt.
He looked at the handle to the weight room door. He dared not to touch it as the door opened itself simply because Pietro deemed it to do so.
Pietro scanned the room and saw no one present. He quickly turned around and instinctively zipped backwards.
His suspicions had been accurate because directly behind him Logan had been leering like a dark cloud on a bright day. Stepping forward without a greeting he slammed the door shut.
"Logan?" Pietro muttered dangerously, as he evaluated the man and tried to educate himself on his behavior.
"You wish." Spoke a more alto, and much more feminine voice. Pietro's eyes widened as Logan's form changed to that of someone he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Holy Shit." He stated.
Jean parked her newly owned SUV in the school parking lot with a sigh. Overhead a flock of black crows flew rapidly off of a strangely leafless tree.
The omen did not go unnoticed by the edgy redhead. She was slightly suspicious of Logan lately and it dawned on her that she might actually trust Pietro, whom she didn't know as well as she would've liked, than her own instructor of sorts.
Her hands were wringed in her lap and the bell had just wrung also. Though shrilly into her ear. She couldn't understand Logan lately.....he had never cared to talk privately with the X-men. Why now? And why Pietro, someone he hardly cared for?
She gasped. Why hadn't she been suspicious earlier? A voice broke her frantic thoughts.
"Are you coming or not?" asked Kurt's voice from outside where she had dropped him off. She shook her head slowly mouth open.
"What the Hell am I still doing here?" she wondered out loud as she turned the car on and pulled frantically out of the parking lot and doing a U-turn before speeding towards home and leaving behind a very confused Kurt and Evan.
"Going to school?" Kurt answered meekly to the long gone Jean's question before shaking his head of blue hair and dragging Evan to first period.
Mystique cursed inwardly as she dodged a series of heavy weights that had some how been melted down by Pietro and were shooting like little bullets at her. This in itself was a difficult task because the boy had also caused the carpeting of the floor to rip up and wrap around her legs.
"Did Magneto send you here?" he demanded surprisingly calm, though Mystique assumed that this was because he had the upper hand at the moment. She used all of her strength to rip her feet viciously from the carpeting.
She immediately morphed into a giant spider and jumped to the ceiling. This made Pietro cease his 'fire' and take a different stance, pressed up against the wall diagonal of her spider like form.
"The Hell I would take orders from that monster!" she hissed at him and he seemed startled that she could talk. She fell to that floor setting Pietro on his guard. Mid fall she changed back to her true form and pulled a gun to Pietro's fore head.
"Don't be ordering me around boy," she growled at him and though the cold of the metal barrel slightly bothered him he didn't blink. Besides...that was a problem that could be fixed.
He felt the warmth of the room fade away as he let it shift over to the gun instead. In a matter of seconds Mystique cursed and let the scorching gun drop from her hands. She glared at him.
He zipped to the other side of the room not allowing the gun to cool down in fear she would pick it up again, instead he settled for letting himself shiver and allowing his teeth to chatter violently.
"Let me guess, performed another act of missing teacher?" he asked her angrily as he referred to the time she took the place of Xavier. She laughed silently.
"Shut up!" he snapped at her and she did so, though shocked. "Tell me what the fuck you want." He demanded of his ex-leader.
She let her shoulders stoop admitting defeat, this caused Pietro some victory however because Mystique was one tough chick and he knew it.
"I didn't do anything to him...it was Magneto," she told Pietro dejectedly not liking having to reveal the information. He glared.
"So why didn't you stop it? You obviously hate Magneto." He told her and she shrugged.
"True," she admitted, "But I also despise Wolverine." She pointed out to him. "Truthfully," she continued, "I'm here to warn you."
"How sweet." Pietro stated sarcastically the bitterness he felt towards Mystique evident in his voice.
"Shut up and take the help you get," she snapped at him as he glared at her. "Don't tell me to shut up!" he yelled maturely at her. She rolled her eyes at his statement.
"Listen," she began cutting to the chase. "Magneto is definitely going to do something to Wolverine-"
"No shit." Pietro concluded cutting her off, only to have her growl at him.
"Anyway, I don't know what he may try but I do know where he is." She told him. With that statement she tossed a small address book to him.
"Those," she explained, "are all of his little hideouts. But I circled the one that he's at now." She watched as he studied the book.
"Pietro he's got at least twenty more mutants then before. I've seen them. And he's recruiting like crazy. He's going to make his move soon. If I were you I'd wake up and try to do something." She spit out to him in a deadly serious manner.
Pietro lifted his eyes to look at her, all contempt and hatred gone. He then asked the age old question. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked then held up the book, "Giving me this?"
Mystique shrugged, "I....just want to see that bastard get what he deserves. And I know you can give it to him."
"But...." Pietro began inarticulately before changing the course from a question to a statement. "Stay." He told her but she only shook her head.
"I can't. But I'll be back. Tell whoever you want that you've got your own personal spy." She joked solemnly before the door of the room bust open and Jean flew in.
"Pietro!" she called and stopped suddenly upon seeing the shape shifter. Mystique actually looked nervous as Jean opened her mouth to scream. Pietro zipped over to her and placed a hand over her parted lips.
He glanced at the frantic Mystique before nodding to the door. "Go," he told her, "And thank you." She nodded.
"Good luck." She told him before running to the open door and flying down the hallway.
"Pietro what on Earth!" were the first words Jean spoke to him after he removed his hand from her mouth. He shook his head at her.
"No time now." He told her waving the address book in front of her confused face, "We have to talk to the Professor. Immediately." And with that he picked her up and zipped off in the direction of the elevator.
This should be very interesting.................................................
DigitalAngel4U: This is kind of turning into more of an action fic then I had originally intended. Sorry there wasn't much romance in this one, I'll try to get around to it. My fingers are just letting the story run all over the place so we'll see when I get to that. Also if I'm losing sight of something you find important please let me know so I can try to work it into the plot line that I created only a day before I wrote this chapter (sort of)
I think you all know why Mystique hates Magneto and that that was supposed to be God speaking after the opening, explaining how Pietro and Lance got their powers.
And don't worry too much about the beginning because I'll probably bring it up later when the Professor has more of the spotlight. It's just helping to set up the story.
MAJOR THINGY! I'm in need of some ideas of powers and characters for Magneto's new recruits! I could make them up myself but that would be no fun! So if you have some ideas please let me know!
And please review. I'd love to hear your opinions whether they're good or bad or somewhere in between! Thanks to those who reviewed! And to those who didn't and read this junk anyway! Kidding...but not about the thank you thing! (