A/N: ok so this will be a very short chapter, sorry. I just can't get over how no one is reviewing for the second book yet so many did in book one. Anyways moving on. I am trying to upload new stories and so forth along with update. I will be uploading these every chance I get which isn't many with work. I hope you understand this. I have to go and spell check and everything as well and only have a hour online, plus sometimes my computer at home freezes and so I lose all my work, get feed up, and do not start over. lol.

Chapter 3: Mixed Up

Pietro sat on his bed with his head in his hands looking at the floor. All in all this were the worst days of his life. He had expected to go through something like this sometime in his life, but not this bad, and not this soon into his life. He wasn't very old, he was still young. He still could remember everything that had happened to him all his life. Though he didn't have the greatest life, he still had found memories. Family dinners, visits to far off places not every one gets to go. How many people in a minutes notice got to go all around England and Scotland? Of course it had been because trouble was brewing, but he had been young and pictured it as a chance to spend time with both his mother and father.

Beside that he remembered the times he would sleep in his mothers bed waiting for her to fall asleep before taking her long hair and braiding strands then twisting them around his small child fingers and embracing the smell of her shampoo. Much of the time he didn't see his father and spent a lot of time with his mother instead. But then he could remember when his father would dress him up in suites and help tie his tie and then hold his hand as they walked down the steeps to a formal diner, smiling as he slouched and complained instead of glaring a yelling at him to behave. He remembered him excusing himself and taking Pietro to bed when he couldn't control his yawns.

Pietro looked up at the sound of a knock. He gave a light sigh and answered the door. "Yesss..." His eyes grew wide as he looked at the person in his doorway. He had never seen them, but knew he had never wanted to. With a surprised yelp he was pulled into a hug and giving a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, Pietro!" The female said happily pulling him away so she could look him over, yet she seemed more like a lion stalking her prey then the happy girl who had just greeted him.

-Else Where-

Erik moved to his dresser and pulled out a fresh white dress shirt, he raised it to his face and smelt it, it reminded him of different times, times that were painful. He moved the shirt and looked off into the emptiness of his room. It was years ago that he had had nothing. When he was chased away for being what he was, when he had decided to torched those who did the same to him, yet he had done it to those that had at one point only loved him. He let the thought enter his mind and formed a picture of his daughter. The daughter he uses only to find out what he could about torched and so forth. He had been a bad father to her, and a bad husband.

The countless things he had done wrong would never be made up. He would never be able to mend the ties he had torn without a second thought to. What type of father was he? The type that needs not be fathers. He held the shirt in both hands as if it were a child and laid it gently on the end on his bed. It was the same way she had once folded his cloths and smelled of the same scent. He was reminded of her everyday, a small punishment to say the least. With a light hearted sigh he returned to the dresser removing a pair of black slacks and laying them next to the shirt, a tie, black socks, a sports coat and his black 'tap' shoes, as once called by his son.

Silence felt the room. Then a ring. magneto answered his phone. "Yes?"

"Hello, Dad." A perky voice said. Magneto lowered his head for a moment and did not reply.

"Good morning Anya." He replied in a dry voice. "What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Oh, just wanted to say Hi! What's wrong Daddy, can't I call to talk to you?"

"Anya, I wish you would stop whatever devious plan you have in mind. I know you will not forgive me, but it is me you are mad at so take your anger out on only me."

"But I am Daddy, I'm doing it in the best way... I'm taking you're loves. Soon you'll be left without a thing and I will be happy finial to see you fall flat on your face. And then I will destroy you, once you suffer more than you think possible, but I won't kill you quick. You deserve a slow painful death. Well, I have to go Dad, big plans today... You understand. Send my Love. Bye." With a click and a few beeps Erik hung up the cell phone and looked about. He was more than a little upset. He was pissed.

"What are you planning Anya?" He whispered then headed into the bathroom.

A/N: Ok so it wasn't as good as most, then again... it might be depending on your views. I plan on getting back on track in the next few chapters. Brace yourself for history lesions and death. And as always review. IN answer to reviews:

GambitGirl2008 - Yeah no one knows I think. So I changed the title incase that helps. Doubt it though. Anyways hope you at least enjoyed this one. It wasn't fun to write, but at least I have another chapter up. it wasn't in my original plan but then again, who cares. Gonna go. love yea!

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Tis was about 300 words short of the usual! Sorry!