Hey guys, sorry about the delayed update. I was in Europe!! Anyway, I'd
like to thank my reviewers (wipes away tears I love you guys). By the
way, one of my frequent reviewers noticed something in the last chapter
that I failed to explain. Lance's sister had her wings spread out in the
middle of a crowded airport; this is because I was trying to set this story
sometime after the centinal incident, for those of you who pay that close
attention (Thank you for pointing that out DemonRogue13!!! (). Anyway....ON
WITH THE STORY!!
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Pietro had decided not to see the Alvers siblings in...it would only lead to trouble. Lance would just jump on him for not cleaning up the house, and he really wasn't in the mood for that.
"Stupid Lance, stupid house, stupid mirror......STUPID!!"
"You're absolutely right. It is stupid; but we're not, are we."
Pietro faltered for a moment. He wasn't used to this yet, or was he? ARGG! He couldn't remember anything anymore. Maybe some more sleep would do him go- NO! No more sleep! Wasn't that what had started all this?? He'd had a bad dream, then woken up and spazzed. Lance would absolutely freak if he pulled that again, especially if they had company. Pietro laid sprawled out on his bed, looking up at the egg-shell ceiling.
"What did I do wrong? I mean, sure we steal and we're related to Magneto and....WE?!?!? Oh god there is something reeeeally wrong with me!"
Pietro grabbed at his abandoned pillow near the foot of his bed, covering his face with it. Eventually, sleep took hold, and Pietro un-willingly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.......
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Lance had ended up ordering 3 large pizzas (which hadn't actually arrived until about 3 in the afternoon), though he barely touched them. Really, it was Freddy that dominated 2 of them, while Todd and Wanda split the other. The Alvers had spent most of the morning straitening the house. Lance couldn't help but worry about his friend. Who hadn't emerged from his room yet. "Hey, Lance; didn't you say something about a 4th guy living here too?" Lance looked up from the shattered glass at his sister, who was watching him with familiar brown eyes. "Um...ya, Pietro. But, I guess he went back to bed." A loud crash was heard, rebounding from up-stairs. "Oh no, not again... Hey, probably just a picture falling, I'll take care of it.....'Khel? Where the hell are you going??" Rikhel had already made her way about half-way up the stairs, holding a plate laden with 2 slices of pizza in her right hand. "Oh, sorry. I just figured maybe your friend was awake and-" "NO! I, um....I'll take it to him, I wouldn't want you, RIKHEL?!?!" The young mutant had already ascended to the 2nd floor, and Lance had been cut off by the sound of a door slamming upstairs. ".......well crap!"
Pietro sat up suddenly, tossing the pillow from his face. During his sleep, he'd kicked out and knocked over his bed-side table; that must've been what woke him up. Unfortunately, he'd also knocked his clock down with the table. He leaned forward, surveying his now very dark room (due to his closed curtains)...but something caught his eye; something standing in his closed doorway. He jumped up out of bed, whatever it was, it was HUGE! Large wide talons protruded from it's bleeding back, and shoulder-length hair blew in all direction, and it's eyes...oh it's eyes......
"GET AWAY FROM ME! G- GET OUT!!!"
Abruptly, the creature turned and flipped the light switch to 'on', revealing itself in the soft glow of Pietro's fallen table-lamp. What had once been was no more. Now, Pietro saw a young girl, no more than 15. Large silver wings were spread comfortably out behind her, and her eyes (which had once appeared to be a fiery red) now seemed tranquil. The speed-demon settled back against his head-board, steadying his breathing a bit. "I'm...sorry about that. The, erm...lack of light messing with my mind, you okay?" The girl nodded, and held up the food she'd brought up. "I just wanted to know if you were hungry...I didn't mean to scare you like that, sorry." She gave a nervous grin, motioning toward the pizza. "Pepperoni ok with you?" Pietro realized that he had been staring directly at the large silver feathers dangling from her wings, and focused his attentions to the subject at hand. "Uh, ya; pizza sounds really good right now. Thanks..." He trailed off as his gaze caught her eye. So remarkably like Lance's, but softer, more gentle. She turned back toward the door awkwardly. "Well, I'm going back downstairs. I guess I'll see you later, ok?" "....Ya, see you later. And, um....thanks again" But she had already closed the door firmly behind her.
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Well? What do you guys think? Please review soon, ok? Once again; sorry for the long delay and extremely short chapter...I promise the story will get better.
Pietro had decided not to see the Alvers siblings in...it would only lead to trouble. Lance would just jump on him for not cleaning up the house, and he really wasn't in the mood for that.
"Stupid Lance, stupid house, stupid mirror......STUPID!!"
"You're absolutely right. It is stupid; but we're not, are we."
Pietro faltered for a moment. He wasn't used to this yet, or was he? ARGG! He couldn't remember anything anymore. Maybe some more sleep would do him go- NO! No more sleep! Wasn't that what had started all this?? He'd had a bad dream, then woken up and spazzed. Lance would absolutely freak if he pulled that again, especially if they had company. Pietro laid sprawled out on his bed, looking up at the egg-shell ceiling.
"What did I do wrong? I mean, sure we steal and we're related to Magneto and....WE?!?!? Oh god there is something reeeeally wrong with me!"
Pietro grabbed at his abandoned pillow near the foot of his bed, covering his face with it. Eventually, sleep took hold, and Pietro un-willingly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.......
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Lance had ended up ordering 3 large pizzas (which hadn't actually arrived until about 3 in the afternoon), though he barely touched them. Really, it was Freddy that dominated 2 of them, while Todd and Wanda split the other. The Alvers had spent most of the morning straitening the house. Lance couldn't help but worry about his friend. Who hadn't emerged from his room yet. "Hey, Lance; didn't you say something about a 4th guy living here too?" Lance looked up from the shattered glass at his sister, who was watching him with familiar brown eyes. "Um...ya, Pietro. But, I guess he went back to bed." A loud crash was heard, rebounding from up-stairs. "Oh no, not again... Hey, probably just a picture falling, I'll take care of it.....'Khel? Where the hell are you going??" Rikhel had already made her way about half-way up the stairs, holding a plate laden with 2 slices of pizza in her right hand. "Oh, sorry. I just figured maybe your friend was awake and-" "NO! I, um....I'll take it to him, I wouldn't want you, RIKHEL?!?!" The young mutant had already ascended to the 2nd floor, and Lance had been cut off by the sound of a door slamming upstairs. ".......well crap!"
Pietro sat up suddenly, tossing the pillow from his face. During his sleep, he'd kicked out and knocked over his bed-side table; that must've been what woke him up. Unfortunately, he'd also knocked his clock down with the table. He leaned forward, surveying his now very dark room (due to his closed curtains)...but something caught his eye; something standing in his closed doorway. He jumped up out of bed, whatever it was, it was HUGE! Large wide talons protruded from it's bleeding back, and shoulder-length hair blew in all direction, and it's eyes...oh it's eyes......
"GET AWAY FROM ME! G- GET OUT!!!"
Abruptly, the creature turned and flipped the light switch to 'on', revealing itself in the soft glow of Pietro's fallen table-lamp. What had once been was no more. Now, Pietro saw a young girl, no more than 15. Large silver wings were spread comfortably out behind her, and her eyes (which had once appeared to be a fiery red) now seemed tranquil. The speed-demon settled back against his head-board, steadying his breathing a bit. "I'm...sorry about that. The, erm...lack of light messing with my mind, you okay?" The girl nodded, and held up the food she'd brought up. "I just wanted to know if you were hungry...I didn't mean to scare you like that, sorry." She gave a nervous grin, motioning toward the pizza. "Pepperoni ok with you?" Pietro realized that he had been staring directly at the large silver feathers dangling from her wings, and focused his attentions to the subject at hand. "Uh, ya; pizza sounds really good right now. Thanks..." He trailed off as his gaze caught her eye. So remarkably like Lance's, but softer, more gentle. She turned back toward the door awkwardly. "Well, I'm going back downstairs. I guess I'll see you later, ok?" "....Ya, see you later. And, um....thanks again" But she had already closed the door firmly behind her.
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Well? What do you guys think? Please review soon, ok? Once again; sorry for the long delay and extremely short chapter...I promise the story will get better.