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Pietro woke up groggy. Wait, no, he couldn't even see. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that his eyes were closed but thinking about it. He wasn't sure he wanted to see. The last thing Pietro saw was his father and Mystique, standing side by side as he was tied down. Yeah, he definitely knew that he didn't want to want to open his eyes.
"Is he awake yet?" A harsh voice asked. He knew immediately that it was his father.
"No, I've been keeping an eye on him. That serum we used to weaken him really knocked him out." Pietro couldn't help but groan aloud as he recognized Mystique's voice. What he really wanted to someone there that he could actually trust. But seeing as how that was highly doubtful, he continued to listen.
"Fine then. We'll give it a few more hours, then we proceed with what we need." Magneto looked towards his son that was chained to the bed and shook his head, "It should never have come to this, but he needs to be rebroken. He needs to know where his loyalties must lie. It is not with that pathetic excuse of a mutant group, the Brotherhood." Mystique looked down a moment, being reminded of her failings was not something she wanted to be told about everyday. He was right, they were pathetic and soon, they'd pay for betraying her.
"She could be used for our benefit Magneto." Mystique said softly, "You know, my daughter. Rogue." Pietro clenched his hands, making fists. Magneto smirked, raising a brow as he stared down at her.
"You really believe that? You think that she'd come willingly? After what you did to her?" Magneto laughed, "You truly don't know children Mystique. Especially your own." With a shake of his head, Magneto turned back to the metal table and smirked as he noticed the clenched fists of his son. Slowly, he moved his hand, raising the handcuffs around Pietro's wrists. Pietro winced as his arms were pulled above his head and he began to feel the stretch in his stomach. "Wake up Pietro. I know you're awake." Pietro fought it, his ribs and arms were burning. But he was going to hold on. He was going to hold on until he couldn't handle the extreme pain coursing through his ribs. He glared up towards Magneto.
"Fine asshole. I'm awake." Magneto slowly grinned and lowered his hand, still keeping Pietro's body stretched out just enough.
"Well done my son. You've truly grown to accept that this is your destiny." Pietro glared and looked up to him with a sneer on his face as he took a shallow breath in. He couldn't breath much faster or it'd hurt like hell.
"My destiny? No offense Father but I'm not meant to be your bitch boy. It's no where in my destiny and you want to know something else? There is no such thing as destiny you stupid mother fu-" Magneto tightened his hold on his son and Pietro cried out in pain as he felt his body tighten.
"I swear Pietro. You really will not learn will you?" Magneto asked as he turned to Mystique and slowly she walked over towards him and turned into Rogue, running her hand along his face. "You should know, that when you have a powerful shapeshifter on your side that you have nothing that will block your complete and total take over." Pietro moved his face away from Mystique's hands as she changed back as he continued to take short shallow breaths. It was the slowest he'd ever had to do anything.
"Tell me something then." Pietro said, continuing to look at his father. "Are you going to do to me what you did to Wanda? Change all her memories?" Magneto laughed softly and shook his head.
"No, not at all Pietro. You're my son."
"Yeah, well that hasn't stopped you from hurting your family. Some father you are." Magneto frowned and looked down at his son. Reaching out, he touched his forehead and shook his head as he continued to stare down at the face that was once so loyal.
"What have I done to turn you against me?" He asked. Pietro couldn't see and didn't even want to know if it was sincere or not. When Magneto reached out to touch him again Pietro moved away quickly.
"Let's see. Was it before or after you left me and Wanda to fend for ourselves? Or after you changed my sister's memories." Magneto shook his head and looked down.
"How can you blame me for things you supported?" Pietro kept his jaw firm, refusing to talk as Magneto walked around him carefully. "Can you tell me, son, that you didn't support the idea of us being a family again?"
"A family? Yeah. I wanted that more than anything? But raping my sister of her memories and what you did to her?" Pietro growled, "I never wanted that."
"You didn't stop me Pietro."
"I was a kid." He exclaimed. Screaming out as Magneto stretched his arms higher up. "I was a damn kid and you took the one person I trusted most of all away from me. You took her from me. And then you made me believe it was because she was uncontrollable."
"She was."
"That doesn't mean that you had to convince me that it was the best thing for her to be locked up. Why didn't you teach her?" Pietro hissed through clenched teeth. Soon enough, he'd pass out.
"Because I wouldn't have been able to." Pietro tried laughing, totally not believing what his own father was saying. He shook his head.
"God you're so full of shit. You think that I'm going to believe that you did that to Wanda because you had no other alternative. Aren't you supposed to be the mighty Magneto?" The handcuffs loosened, Pietro felt his body immediately becoming sore and knowing that he would probably go through that again, he turned to his supposed father. "You can try whatever you want but I will never stand by you again." Magneto looked down.
"Then it's a shame, that I am going to have to destroy you." Pietro closed his eyes and waited. Waited for more pain but almost cried out when it didn't come.
"Why?" He murmured. "Why do this to your own children?"
"Because Pietro. It's the basis of life. Only the strongest will survive." Magneto raised a needle again, tapping the side of the clear tube. "And you, I thought you were one of those, but you have succumbed to what many would call your ultimate failure." Pietro glared and gritted his teeth as he felt the needle slide under his skin.
"And what is that?"
"Falling, for the Rogue. Who will ultimately be your destruction." Before Pietro could reply, he felt his body grow weak and his heart was slowing down more than he had ever felt before. Before Pietro could repeat Rogue's name, he slipped into darkness.
Rogue stared at Kitty as she stood in the doorway of their room. She stalked in, slamming the door behind her as she kept her gaze centered on the girl who could've easily slipped through the walls to avoid her. But she knew Kitty wouldn't. Kitty looked back at her, wide eyed.
"What do you mean Kitty?" She asked quietly. "What's going on with Pietro?" She crossed her arms as she stood at the edge of the bed while Kitty held the phone against her shoulder.
"Uh, well, you see," Kitty started. Over the phone, Lance could be heard.
"Kitty. Kitty, don't say anything till I get there Kitty. I'll be right there." She heard the click but as she looked up at one of her closest friends Kitty sighed and looked down, putting the phone down.
"Rogue. Lance just told me. Apparently, Pietro hasn't been home." Rogue raised a brow and shrugged.
"So what does that have to do with me?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking towards Kitty.
"No, Rogue. Pietro like, hasn't been home in a couple days. Since your guys' fight. Maybe even before then." Rogue shook her head and sighed.
"He couldn't have been missing before. Remember? We had a fight." Kitty bit the inside of her cheek and looked down before looking back up at Rogue.
"Yeah, well that's where it turns like, a little freaky." She sighed and stood up, crossing her arms tightly as she started pacing back and forth. "See, Lance was talking to Pietro the night before and they had mentioned that they were going to do something for us." Rogue watched her carefully.
"Yeah. Pietro's mindset was on hurting me. So?" Kitty sighed.
"Well, Pietro mentioned going to the mall and getting you something. That afternoon. The day before you guys had your fight." She frowned, and turning to Rogue she was almost in tears. "Rogue he didn't come back. They didn't see him at all that night." Rogue stared at her a few moments.
"So that could mean he just stayed out and had a good time, then met up with me." Kitty shook her head.
"No Rogue. He didn't even stop by for clothes. And he was wearing different ones or you would've noticed. Right?" She asked softly. Rogue stared down at the comforter on the bed for a few moments.
"No. He was there. I know it was him. Don't give me this bullshit Kitty."
"Rogue, I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. Besides that, have you like, ever known me to lie to you before? And why would Lance tell me something like that if it wasn't true?" Rogue shook her head.
"But it had to be him. Who else could it have been?" Before Kitty could answer, Lance swung the door open and rushed in, breathing heavily. When he looked between them he sighed, knowing that Kitty told Rogue everything. Except, he sighed and shook his head.
"Rogue. It's Mystique."
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