For Better or For Worse

Chapter 3

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Peter sped back to his home, where his mother and sister were most likely waiting, upset and impatient.

When he reached his home, daylight had broken over the roofs of the houses.

He ran as fast as he could, through the front door and into the basement, hoping that his mother hadn't noticed is absence.

She wasn't even out of bed yet.

Thank God.

So, to kill time, peter played some ping pong, pondered, and played some more ping pong.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't feeling sorry for himself.

He was.

He was sorry that his mother and sister had to put up with a mutant like him.

He was sorry that his father had left his mother to raise her children alone.

He was sorry that his father could be traced to so many terrible things.

He was sorry that his father didn't even know he had a son.

He was sorry that he hadn't made it in time to save his father's new family.

He was sorry for alot and he was definitely sorry for him self.

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A couple uneventful days had passed since Peter tried to go find his father.

A couple days had passed that consisted mainly of peter laying around in the basement, depressed and moping; and a couple of days had passed with peter scouring the news, looking for any sign of his father.

The news finally came.

His father, in some insane and sorrowful state after the death of his second family, had massacred an entire crew of metal workers.

Out of spite and hatred he supposed.

Turns out, his father wasn't even the only maniac on the loose.

A new mutant, ironic that he called himself the first ever mutant, Peter snorted at his realization.

He went by En Saba Nur apparently. Called himself god too. The lunatic had apparently joined up with Magneto as well as a couple of other homicidal mutants in a mission to destroy the human race.

Isn't that just great Peter thought. A whole group of crazy, homicidal mutants with nothing to live for and therefore nothing to lose. Unfortunately, his father was a part of that

But his father did have something to lose. His son that he didn't even know he had...

Maybe Peter could convince him of that.

Maybe,

Just maybe...

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Things were starting to get bad. Threats were being thrown from both the side of Apocalypse (what En Saba Nur decided to call himself when he wasn't going by "god") and the side of the humans, trying desperately to hold their own.

Peter, growing ever worried because, well, the rest of his family were humans, decided to go find professor Xavier and his school for mutents.

No better time than now right?

Well, as it turns out, Peter really did show up at just the right time.

He knew something was off right when he stepped into the green of the lawn.

He felt the earth beneath his feet quiver and jar.

An explosion. One with a very powerful rebound, that, due to Peter's high speed sences and awareness, had not yet breached the first floors of the building.

Geez

Why did something bad happen every time peter showed up.

This was beginning to feel slightly personal he mused.

However, this time he actually showed up in time, before anyone had gotten hurt. He sensed it.

So, he wasted no time in running as fast as he could, into the building, and saving all the mutants inside, young and old.

"Wow" he said after having dashed through the building that was now a pile of smoking rubble.

He almost laughed out of happiness.

Had he actually done something right?

His hopes were dashed completely when a yellow convertible pulled up and vomited out some more mutants. One of them, sporting red tinted goggles, looked frantic and was asking about his brother, a boy named Alex.

"Oh no," a blue and scally mutant with yellow eyes whined.

Peter recognized her instantly, the famed mystique.

"He was closest to the blast" she continued.

So there it was. Peter in fact hadn't made it on time.

He decided to ask about the professor, as that was why he had came in the first place.

As if to add insult to the injury mystique responded with a look of both mourning and anger,

"Apocalypse and Erik took him, the bastards".

Peter almost wanted to cry then. He couldn't and he wouldn't though. He was 21 years old after all. He was an adult. And adults don't cry. Right?

Instead, he did as he usually did. He put on his normal sarcastic look (what he always does when he tries to hide the pain).

Internally, he wondered why he was even looking for his father at this point.

Even if he was able to get through to Erik, would his dad even want a son like him? A total loser, a failure, a boy who was always late when he was need the most.

Of course the great magneto wouldn't want a son like that. Who would? Even his own mother seemed to pity him sometimes.

So what is even the point Peter thought.

Besides, Magneto was so far gone that nothing could bring him back to the good side, especially not a failure for a son.

What is the point of running? Of fighting?

Peter was drowning in his thoughts, but no one knew.

No one ever knew.

Peter hid his sorrows too well under his sarcastic smirk, which at that moment was slowly dropping.

For the first time, his facade of being "OK" was slipping.

He would have collapsed to the ground and sobbed had it not been for the sudden shout of

"Wait!" from mystique.

Peter's head quickly turned as all of his thoughts were momentarily displaced by the whir of helicopter blades.

And once again, he was too late.

A sonic blast was shot out and he, as well as all the other mutants on the green, collapsed onto the earth in a faint.

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Authors note:

Yay! I finally updated!

I know all of my chapters have been kind of short lately, but I am hoping to start writing some longer ones from here on out. We shall see.

Anywho, spring break is almost upon me and I hope to get another chapter out within the next week.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and God bless!

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