X-Men: The Experiment

Chapter Twelve

Flashback~~Pietro~~3rd Person

"Why don't you go get the door, Pietro?" Magneto asked his son.

"Yes, Father." Pietro got up, walked to the front door, and looked out the long window next to it.

Sure enough, a large metal ship was parked at the front of the house.

Pietro smiled, thinking that whoever had brought the ship either didn't know that Magneto lived here, or they were extremely stupid.

Pietro heard someone knock on the door. Confused, he opened it. He wasn't sure that he had seen someone approach the door.

"Good afternoon, Pietro. May I speak with your father?" a bald man in a metal wheelchair asked politely. Two men stood on either side of him. One was dressed up in a seemingly tight leather suit with an X on the belt buckle and the chest of the uniform. He was strange, to say the least. He had blue hair, blue skin, and, yes, blue fur. The other man had a similar uniform, except for the fact that there were three holes in either gloves. Pietro noticed that the man's fists were clenched. Another thing Pietro noticed was that he didn't have blue anything, thank goodness, but something about him still made Pietro a little uneasy, but he couldn't quite figure out what.

"Uh, sure." Pietro stepped aside and l

et the three men enter the house. The tense guy sniffed disdainfully as he passed Pietro.

Pietro decided almost immediatley that he didn't like him.

To Pietro's surprise, the wheelchair guy knew exactly where to go. He didn't even make one wrong turn, where as Pietro made at least three a day, and he had been living in this house for almost his whole entire life.

"I knew you would show up some time, Xavier," Magneto said as Pietro, Mr. Cripple, and the two goons entered the study. "I just thought that it would be sooner."

"So sorry to disappoint you, Eric," the man named Xavier replied. Pietro flinched when the Xavier dude said his father's name. He was allowed to call his father whatever he wanted, even some not-so-nice things, but never his real name.

Eric reclined his head, seeming to relish the use of his name.

"Oh, that's alright, old friend--" the man with the no fur or wheelchair snorted-- "no harm done." Eric gave a quick glace at No Fur.

"Father...who are these people, and what are they doing here?" Puerto piped up.

"Doesn't matter, kid. What does matter is that you get out of here and let the grown-ups talk." The normal-looking guy pointed to the door.

The wheelchair guy rolled his eyes.

"Leave Pietro be, Logan. He's just a boy." He said.

"Pietro, this is Charles Xavier--" Magneto pointed to the wheelchair-- "the Wolverine, or Logan--" he pointed to No Fur-- "and this is Beast, or Hank McCoy--" he pointed to the furry smurf.

"Okay," Pietro said in a small voice.

"I still think that he should go," Logan muttered.

"Very well." Eric turned to Pietro. "You heard him. Leave."

Most people would feel hurt if Magneto used that cold-as-steel tone, but Pietro was used to it.

"Yes, Father." Pietro rose and left the room.
However, he stood near the doorway, listening to the adult's conversation.

Present~~Peter~~First person

After school, I went to the basketball courts to meet Bianca.

But she wasn't there. I wondered if Bianca was in the indoor basketball gyms. I turned around to check, wondering if I had been set up.

"Hello, brother."

I looked up at the sound of my sister's voice.

"Wanda?" I couldn't believe my eyes. I haven't seen her since my mother took Bianca and me away from my father. "Wh-what are you doing here? Did Father let you go?"

Wanda laughed at me like I was a young child. "Dearest brother, it's not like that."

"Oh, yeah? Then what is it like?" I asked, growing suspicious.

Wanda took a step towards me.

"It's comlicated," she replied taking another step towards me.

I took an involuntary step back. She took a voluntary step forward.

"So...what are you doing here? Thinking of enrolling?" I took yet another step back and found that I couldn't take anymore--I was up against the cage surrounding the basketball courts. I was trapped.

Wanda cackled with mock delight. "Never in a million years would I enroll here, this pathetic excuse for school."

"Where's Bianca?" I asked upon remembering why I came here in the first place.

"Oh, you mean your girlfriend! Yeah, she, uh..." Wanda cooked her head to one side. "Caught up."

"What...?" I tried to understand.

"Oh, and Pietro? Oh, sorry. Peter. My name isn't Wanda, anymore."

"Then what is is?"

"Scarlet Witch."

And that's when I realized who was standing behind my twin sister.

"Hello, son."

It was none other than my father, Magneto.