The wind was tugging on his clothes… "Join me. Join me. Join me." It gently whispered against his ears. Softly caressing his whole body. He took a deep breath and stood their enjoying the warm embrace of the sun's rays. Unclenching his fists he smirked as he let the feeling grab him and carry him away.

He began to gain speed. Leaping from 25 to 125 in barely 2 seconds. Enjoying the rush of the ever so familiar wind against his whole being and his heart thudding against his chest, in such a way it brought the adrenaline to his veins and the young man began to feel truly alive. He gave away himself that day to the wind, to the sun, whilst escaping from everything at the same time. If only he had wings on his back he could be swept up in the wind's soothing embrace and fly away. Then Pietro would truly be free; being himself and lacking none in serenity he would and only could be called paradise.

Slowing down gradually he finally came to a complete halt; stopping with inhuman grace and casualty. Minutes later laying his head back on the field of soft green grass, his hands for a pillow, legs stretched out, he fell asleep feeling contented and maybe even truly happy. He smiled as he slept for the first time in weeks without interruptions and nightmares that had haunted him for years.

Hours later eyes fluttered open and his ears became alert to the sound coming. The repeated silence between each 5 seconds brought no comfort. He regarded the oncoming storm with little interest and just sat up and watched the storm slowly form. The dark clouds covered the once apparent and bright sun till patches of light shone through only. He lay on his back again once cool drops of rain began to pelt his face; embracing the storm he just lay there. Refusing to let his serenity, his complete happiness pass with the fading light and warm intoxicating air. Laughing softly as lightening streaked the sky and became one with the booming and bold thunder; working as a team. Yawing into his hand Pietro began to dwell on why he enjoyed such days now. Maybe it was because a day very much like this (now) had brought a curtain of darkness upon his life. He shook his head slightly as if to vanquish the mere thought.

"I can't keep doing this to myself…" he whispered out loud.

With another boom of thunder he slowly (for once) stood up and looked at his surroundings. Today was going to be the day everything changed, he had a good feeling too, in the back of his mind he just knew it. As a flash of silver he darted across the meadow until he was back into the city and standing right in front of the Brotherhood house; his new home.

FlashBack

Pietro tossed his gym bag onto the black leather couch next to him as he leaned back in his chair remembering his recent success on the basketball court minutes earlier.

"Pietro, son, we have to have a discussion."

Pietro's least favorite words that came from his monster of a father. Actually any word or sentence Magneto spoke, especially directed towards him, was one of his least favorite things ever. He hated to listen to his useless, overbearing criticism, and lack of praise. Talks that lasted for only mere minutes but seemed to last for eternity once silence would fall upon the room.

Pietro opened his one eye suspiciously eyeing Magneto, searching him as if his own father would stab him in the back at any given moment, but that was the thing because he was his son he had to watch his every move. Being trustworthy was a trait Eric either neglected or lost over years of a very bitter and harsh life.

Magneto took a deep breath and continued.

"Rather a new set of orders for you…that will NOT be discussed. You are to listen intently and carry out. And old friend and I have been secretly locating other young, reliable mutants to assemble a team. A team of which will outshine and outbeat Xavier's tiny squad."

The last sentence grabbed Pietro's full attention.

"And what exactly does all of this have to do with me again?"

Losing his temper Magento slammed his clenched fist on the table next to Pietro.

"It has EVERYTHING to do with you. Boy, if you want to get anywhere in life you better listen to me. I am all that you have, without me you are nothing." Magneto removed his fist from the table and straightened to his full height and recomposed himself.

"You are to be the leader of this group. You will be called the Brotherhood of Mutants and you will NOT fail." Determination and menace visible in his voice.

Pietro narrowed his eyes at Magneto wandering what was wrong with this whole "plan." Crossing his legs on the table infront of him.

"And what is it again we are not to fail at my dearest father?" He mockingly asked, voice dripping with disgust and sarcasm. Pietro knew exactly what his response would be. To prove to the world, mutants are the future and we are and have always been better then the lowly humans. And if need be we will show them and that ever so foolish Xavier he is wrong; peace will never be a base of the relationship between mutants and humans only fear and hate.

end flashback

NOTE: Whoa..i haven't updated anything for ages! Im really sorry Ive been neglecting these stories so badly, but I'm back now! Smiles next im updating my story "Since You've been Gone." Very soon. Hope you enjoy! And reviews are always appreciated and liked!