Authors note: I'm sorry it took so long to write this chapter, I've been busy the whole summer and my computer had a virus so I had to get it cleaned. I hope you enjoy this long waited chapter.

The next moth was chaos through the whole of Bayville; mutants kept showing up trying to wreak all sorts of mayhem and havok. It was hard enough for the X-men to keep up with all of the attacks.

Pietro had enough stress to go through as well. What had happened that night with Green-Strike, it was just scary thinking about it. All these bursts of strange power, was giving him a headache.

What was worse was trying to keep away from X-23, she had began doing sessions with the team, and now starting High school. She had decided to be called Sarah and her last name was Wolfe, chosen by Logan because he had remembered having a last name like that. So Sarah Wolfe Was born.

The reason he wanted to stay away from her was because the way she was making him feel. Every time he saw her he always felt so light headed, and what was worse was that she was glowing, a very strange grey color. When he tried to point this out to everyone else he was shocked to see every one glowing different colors.

"I'm not sure what you mean Pietro, I don't see anyone glowing a different color!" Erik had stated.

They were both alone in the mansion, everyone else had gone out.

"Dad, for the 13th time I don't get it myself, infact you're glowing too!"

"What color am I glowing Pietro?" it was a simple question. Pietro squinted his eyes.

"Well your glowing a sort of grey and blue color, wait now your all blue!" Erik leaned back in his chair thinking then it suddenly clicked.

"Pietro I think you can see peoples auras!"

It didn't have the effect that usually came when a conclusion like that was formed.

"Huh?"

"Auras, you can see their entity, their feelings, emotions, and you can tell if they are good of evil."

"How do you know all of that, did you take mythology when you were in school?" Erik snorted, but then went strangely quiet.

"Uh, you okay?" Pietro asked Erik looked up is surprise and then just smiled and nodded.

"This is a great gift, Pietro it is very useful." He had to agree but a sick, strange feeling came over him.

"What about my super speed?" Erik looked surprised, "what about it?"

"Wasn't my super speed useful?" Erik suddenly had a wave of guilt come over him.

"Of-of course Pietro, it is very useful." Pietro narrowed his eyes; anger was starting to boil in his heart.

"You never said that, you never believed my power was useful, you think it's useless."

"Pietro, I-..." But he was cut off when Pietro suddenly stood up his eyes were now full of anger and he was glowing again.

"You always criticized me no matter hard I tried to impress you, but no I was never good enough for you, first dumping me at a house when I was seven because my powers didn't manifest then eight years later you show up and put me with the Brotherhood and then ordering me around, then putting me with your team and end up doing all your dirty work."

Erik was felling both guilty and scared right now, "Pietro I never meant-." but just then Pietro snapped.

"NEVER MEANT TO USE ME LIKE A TOY AND THEN DUMPING ME ASIDE WHEN I GOT BORING? IT WAS ALWAYS WANDA WHO GOT THE PRAISE AND ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS GET MAD AND CHAOS WOULD COME. WELL I'M MAD NOW AM I IMPRESSING YOU?"

Erik had shrunk back in his chair, to frightened to speak.

"ANSWER ME, RIGHT NOW!"

"I never meant to hurt you, I wasn't being myself at that time but now it's different, I'm sorry if I hurt you." Erik said in a shaky voice. Pietro began to speak, he didn't yell, but his voice was full of anger.

"Sorry, you think I can forgive you like that! No sorry won't cut it anymore. As for you being different, you're still the same. One minute I'm a lowly mutant with low class powers and the next I have these strange bursts of energy and I can see auras and your praising me. All you ever wanted was power and you'll just use me like the way you used the others."

Both of them were silent, deadly silent. Pietro still breathing hard walked out of the room and ran upstairs. Erik winced as the door of his son's bedroom slammed shut.

Never in his entire life had Erik Lensherr, the master of magnetism, one of the most feared mutants in the entire planet, felt like a total loser.

Pietro had never felt so angry in his entire life, every gut wrenching thought was bursting through his mind, but after a while his anger subsided and all that was left was sadness.

He sat on his bed and looked around his room, their on his left was his bookcase with all his favorite novels and horror books. On top was a new stereo set he had gotten from Charles when he had moved into the mansion. On the floor was some clothes he had discarded and had forgotten to pick up, on his right was his closet probably full of ruffled clothes and his battle suit.

On the right side of his bed was his desk with a lamp and a pencil holder and a picture of the Brotherhood, but in the middle laid several colored pencils and a drawing book.

Pietro got up and pick up the book, besides basketball, he was really talented in drawing and usually he drew very sad things. Flipping open the book to a clean page he too a pencil and began to draw.

Long lines, short lines, his picture began to take form.

He had drawn a woman.

The most beautiful women no one had ever seen with long flowing hair, sparkling eyes, a dainty nose, and a beautiful smile. Wearing a long gown she was kneeling down staring at him with love.

He stared back his heart was full of sadness and pain, but was full of love as well. Finishing the piece he dropped the pencil and laid his hand on it. Suddenly he looked up to the window it was dark our but it was a clear night with a giant full moon and several dancing stars twinkling around it.

It was a beautiful sight.

He looked back down at the women he had drawn, with tears running down his face. Staring at the women he had known for a short time.

"I miss you mother"

Authors note: 'Sniff' sad isn't it? I just hope you enjoyed it. Please rate me as soon as possible.