Chemical Nova
Chemical Nova
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Warnings: Abuse, Incest, Rape, Depressing
Disclaimer: I don’t
own Pietro, Magneto, or X-Men Evolution.
Notes: Pietro’s POV. Written
in less then an hour.
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Oh god, I
feel so sick.
And by sick
I mean ill. My temperature has been high
lately, and my forehead simply burning. My
throat always feels dry and my stomach brimming with acid, giving me the
horrendous feeling that comes before thowing up.
It has been
a while since my fa ins instructed me to stay with him.
metal hell have been filed with verbal, emotional, and physical abuse.
sexual.
I try to
keep standing up, my wrists feeling a million pounds.
anymore, only with straps that don’t go beyond my shoulder.
metal bands around each of my wrists.
It’s so he
can keep track of me and control make wherever I go, even though he preaches it’s
for my safety.
In the
small hold he expects me to call a room, a loud
buzzing noise infiltrates my ears just as I finish taking off my shirt.
slowly trudged out of the room shirtless.
Standing in
front of my father, I barely could understand a word he says except for the
part about the Brotherhood is suppose to attack the
X-Men today. I open my eyes all the way
for a second and peer at my dad.
They’ll be
there before us even. It’s useless!
voice. My throat feels very dry…
He just
glides over to me, throwing off his helmet and smirking slightly.
you guess how much that means to me? You
can get hurt all you want, just don’t die, okay?”
He looks at
me, less amused even then from before.
“Why not,
can’t help but cringing for a second.
me! I'm in no condition to fight!! I'm sick!!”
“Well, if
you’re not sick enough were you can’t raise your voice at me,
I slam my
fist on a table, nearing tears rapidly.
I’ve been slowly deteriorating, becoming more weak and susceptible to
things like crying.
Suddenly I
feel my stomach being pushed over the table, bending my body in half as he
wrenches my wrists behind me, thanks to the metal armbands thake ake it all
possible.
“Dad… Please…”
He digs one
of his knees into my back and I cringe at the pain.
“Say you’re
sorry, Pietro.”
Telling me
this command in a cold tone of voice makes it seem a lot harder then
anything. And why should I
apologize? I don’t want to fight
today! I’ll be killed!
I feel his
knee dig deeper into my back as he continues.
“Pietro…
Tell your father you are sorry for your incompetence and ignorance.”
When he
digs his knee far enough into my back to the point of disconnecting some of my
ribs, I finally cry out that I'm sorry.
As his hold does not lessen, I know there is something else.
“Tell me
you’re ready to do anything to gain my complete trust, Pietro.”
anything? Why such a
blunt statement?”
I scream as
he drives both of my wrists painfully into the back of my neck and holds them
there. “Tell me, Pietro.”
of breaking them.
Then I hear
them start to crack.
He lets go He turns my But my “Well, do I have to start
go of my hands…” I bite my lip and tears
flow down my face in pain. He does let
go of them—After I scream over aner ier in pain as he
snaps both of my wrists.
of my hands and slaps me in the back of my head.
head and body around and my face is level with the crotch of his jeans.
whole views change as he guides one of my limp hands up and unzips his zipper,
guiding my hand as if I was doing it. He
looks down at me angrily.
explaining to you what to do or are you enough of a slut to know what to do?”
I can’t.
He takes one of my hands, casting
me looks of hate, and starts to move it around in his jeans against his
boxers. Millions of tears coerce their
way across my face,
and even more as I feel
him slip my hand underneath them and he guides my hand to slowly start messaging
his erection.
Daddy… Please… Don’t do this to
me! I'm so scared…
father!
But I know it will be as he lowers
his jeans and brings out his erection, pressing it against the crease of my
lips. I have no other choice but to open
my lips and try to imagine something else as I’m forced to swirl my tongue
around him as he grabs the back of my head and literally starts fucking my
mouth. I can already taste his salty
precum and it makes me want to throw up.
Low moans escape his mouth as he
puts himself deeper and deeper inside my mouth, moving back and forth against
my mouth with harsh force.
I try to close my eyes an pretend
it’s not happening , but it is hard to when his organ
is pressing back and forth in my mouth.
Just the thought, the feel of it makes me want to throw up everything I’ve
ever had to eat in my life.
I feel as
his hands start to go around my neck and choke me with every thrust into my
mouth. Moaning more heavily now, I pray
that it ends soon and he lets go of me.
it end… Daddy… Please… Don’t kill me….
I feel
almost to the point of passing out when he cums in my
mouth and lets go out my neck. My eyes
are positively blank now. He easily
picks up my limp body from the floor.
Don’t kill
me… Please… I do have more to look
forward to, if not my first sexual experience then at lest my first real love…
My first kiss… My first true
understanding… I want to just grow up
and forget about this… Pretend it never happened…
But as you
lift my face to yours, I feel as your tongue violates me more by stealing my
first kiss. It’s like my lungs are
dieing… Like my heart is dieing too… Like everything…
Daddy… Why….
You look at
my with your steal blue eyes. My eyes
are identical to yours. So n
cn
class=GramE>is my hair and the paleness of my skin…
you and I co’t b’t believe you any more.
We just
stare at each other. I try to search
your face for clues of why you would rape your own child.
and had to look forward too.
Your arms
once again tighten around my neck.
“I'm sorry
But yet you
don’t show any sorrow as you kill me, making a makeshift gave out back and
burying me without a gravestone, always watching as weeds grew over my grave.
I could
have stopped him. I could have stopped
him if I had first stopped him from abusing me.
At first it was calling me things that made me feel inferior.
inferior to you tha that.
The next
mental abuse was telling me I was stupid, grading my homework for me and
throwing it back disgusted, saying I would fail when I had gotten everything
right. You were playing mind games with
me.
Then you
started hitting me. Did you tha that
you were not suppose to do that? You would hit me and
punch me. I was just your rag doll.
always control me. You had a right to
control me to some extent, but not like that.
And Then you No one ever Sadly, I'm not Are you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ …’Nuff said.
finally, you forced me into sex. I didn’t
want to give my first time to you. I
didn’t want to give my life to you. You
forced me to do everything. Even
implying it would have been illegal and incestuous.
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murdered me.
tied you to my disappearance. You were
just the distressed parent, but when the cops would turn their backs at you,
you were looking out the window at my grave, grinning.
the only one these things happen too. It
happens to a lot of people. There are
children younger then I was being murdered.
happy now Daddy?