Note: Hi I'm back with a new story everyone! I would like to thankyou for seeing past the terrible summary and reading anyways. I hope you enjoy the story and please review! It's amazing my inspiration has come back! drools over a thought of Pyro and me running though a burning field together, skipping joyfully together note Pyro has NO shirt on def. A turn on! Anyhoo I hope people read this and like it, it's a disappoitment not to get many reviews, but then I think atleast I get reviews, and their good too. Well more later! SGG

A streak of lightening broke through the never-ending pitch-black sky; for barely a moment. Adding to the eerie aura of the scene, thundered boomed in the background every so often in complete rhythmic unison with the bolts of lightening. Needless to say, the worst part was not the darkened world, lightening, or even the earth shaking thunder, it was this stately, prison like building, that stood firmly, far off in the woods, hours away from real civilization. Three stories of massive brick, barred windows, complete with a dozen or so highly renowned doctors adorned with long white lab coats hearts made of stone. These doctors "specialized" in these kinds of cases; were now eagerly awaiting for their newest victim.

A scene pulled right out of a classic horror film, the ones with a terrifying monster, and normally an angry mob not too far off, pitchforks and torches in hand.

But, this time instead of a disfigured looking monster like Frankenstein, it was a little girl, and the angry mob was transformed into the doctors, and her own father.

"Father! PLEASE, don't leave ME here! I'll be good! I PROMISE! Just don't leave me here!"

The three muscular wardens took hold of the little raven-haired girl, trying to force this delicate creature into the jaws of the "monster." She choked back on her sobs and let her tears flow freely down her face as she continued with even more spirit to get lose from their grasps, and continued to plea to this unforgiving, cold man; her father.

Even after he looked at her with no attentions to help her, and when his gaze shown any signs of sorrow or pity, she finally believed her only way to get free was through her own efforts. She continued to kick and scream in frustration. Confusion and fear were written in her beautiful blue eyes. She was about to give up until her gaze was finally flickered apon him, her best friend, her dearest brother, and twin.

"Brother! Please save me! Help me! You CANT let him do this to me! Save me!"

He his head perched up and his eyes finally connected with hers, and at that moment his whole body seemed to cease working with one look from her, time and space itself slowed down. His heart pounded painfully against the wall of his chest, and his pulse quickened to an unnatural pace. All he could see was the pain in her eyes, and all he could feel was her pain for that brief moment. Finally, life seemed to flash forward when a doctor stealthy crept up behind Wanda and plunged a fully loaded syringe into her tiny arm. She became silent at once, her arm drooped to her side flatly, and her head fell forward and then she was dragged off into the monster of a building.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, he suddenly became fixated on the growing puddles of water on the smoothly paved driveway. His unwanted tears began to flow at first slowly, one by one, and then became a huge current of flood. He knew a piece of his soul was now gone, perhaps even forever. Time suddenly stopped as the young boy fixed his teared filled sapphire eyes on the building, the prison, keeping him and the person who mattered most to him, apart. But what hurt him the most, was the fact he DIDN'T stop them from taking her, not even a word or an movement from him, he became like a statue for once in his short life, (inconveniently) when it mattered most, when she NEEDED him most. He shook his small head in disgust and angrily swiped at the piece of white hair that fell in the view of his eyes. He was disgusted with himself now, he could feel it, in the pit of his stomach growing rapidly and his heart ached with it, he'd never experienced a feeling like that before, or at least not towards himself.

The heavy drops of rain continued to fall and splatter water against the hood of the car, as if in rage. The car rolled out of the driveway and he continued to cling onto the window, nose pressed against the cold tinted glass, in hopes of catching one last glimpse of her. He already longed to see her sweet angelic face and see her sparkling eyes, the eyes of their mother. To see her like she was only hours ago, sweet, contented, and innocent. His hopes were shattered instantly. A loud cough erupted from the man sitting across him, who just so happened to be his dad and sister's tormentor; he loudly cleared his voice in hopes to get his son's attention.

"Pietro, it's for her own good. It's for the best; for all of us. Someday you will realize that."

His father always was so self assured and confident of himself and his decisions; he thought he was in control of everyone and everything that really irked the people around him. Pietro let out a sigh and slipt slowly back into his black leather seat in defeat; the same seat his sister sat in cheerfully waiting for daddy's "big surprise" only minutes ago, or was it hours ago?

That day he decided his dad was a terrible person and some day, somehow he would get his revenge for what that monster had done to Wanda.

'Don't worry sis, I'll visit you a soon as I can. Maybe I'll even set you free and we can both run away together; from him and start life over again.'

He thought with a certain hope, determination, and seriousness, most people thought wasn't possible a little 8 yr old could have.

He continued to glance ouside the window past the fogged window, only to his disappointment the institute was disappearing further and further away till it was practically the size of teeny tiny doll house. A big fat tear rolled down his fair skinned, small round face; sadness and hatred filled his young heart.