Would you ever kill a human being?

This is a situation that would come down to circumstances. You want to sit down and look at this and say "No, I would never do such a thing" because otherwise that would make me a bad person.

What happens though when it comes down to choices? When you have to weight the difference between the value of two lives, or the weight of one verses many?

What happens when the life of your child hangs in the balance? Or your sister or brother? A teammate? A father?

Can you justify killing another person for protecting yourself?

Killing another is not something you look to do. It's not something I enjoy doing, and try my hardest to prevent any death. It is better for the criminals to face justice than the barrel of a loaded gun.

But if I have to choose between seeing my daugher die, or killing some stranger who is holding the gun to her head, I will kill in a heartbeat and never regret my choice.


*locked from everyone*

And I forever struggle with the thought of just how long it is going to be before I'm forced to make my choice between my father and the world. And will I kill my father if I have to in order to save the rest of the world, even if they are intent on slowly destroying themselves anyway?

*unlocked*

Just a little unwell... (post HoTM reaction)

ooc: to recap - during HoTM, Pietro actually was an entity that lived in Wanda's head, hense why he never appeared in person during the time. He was the balance to Wanda's insanity. With setting the world right, and then the Phoenix taking away Wanda's powers, it has thrown Pietro's mind back into his body, with everything he had witnessed through both Wanda's eyes and in her head trapped in a confusing mess in his own head.

Oh, and the Phoenix took one other thing away too from the twins... which isn't going to be good...



Images raced through his head. His sister. The Phoenix. Fire. Anger. So much pain.

"Wanda..." he muttered softly under his breath, then sat upright in bed quickly, his heart racing. He clutched his head, waves of nausia and pain washing over him, making him nausious.

"Master Pietro, lay back down." The softness of Bova's voice washed over him, and he felt her soft but firm hands force him to lay back down in the bed he was in.

"Bova, what happened?" He looked around the room, confused as to how he had gotten there. He had been down in the village... or was he in Wanda's cabin... he couldn't remember.

Wanda...

"One of the knights saw you collapse. There was a shift in the landscape, and Tigra saw you fall. He brought you to me."

Closing his eyes, he tried to remember. Everything was mixed up in his head, a confusing mess of emotions and memories that were his own, and... Wanda's?

Wanda...

That was when he realized the pain in his head, and he closed his eyes, trying to block it out. No, it couldn't be that. Not again. NOT AGAIN.

"Master Pietro, what is wrong, are you in pain?" Bova's voice couldn't hide the concern as she sat on the bed, trying to reach Pietro's forehead to check for a fever or an injury.

"I can't feel her."

"Feel who?"

"Wanda."

Bova blinked, then looked down at the ground. "Master Pietro... there has been talk that the shift Tigra saw was the work of your sister. It worried them, and they dared not go into town. Perhaps...?"

"She's always been in my head, Bova. A connection we shared all our lives. I always just knew when she was hurt or ok." he spoke quickly, curled up in the bed, still feeling like he was going to throw up. "Now I can't feel her. At all. It's like she's dead. She can't be dead Bova. She can't be dead..."

Bova pulled Pietro into her arms, and the man let her hold him as he wasn't able to control his tears and the pain. He had only felt this once before, when he had thought both Wanda and Crystal had died because of Onslaught.

He had almost lost it then. Had been so close to, but the X-Men, the Knights of Wundergore, and Luna especially... they had kept him going.

Oh god, his sister was dead. And there was fire. Fire burning so brightly in the back of his head when he closed his eyes that he couldn't stop shaking. What had happened? Who... how...

The symbol of the Phoenix burned in his mind as he tried to figure it out, and he knew. The fears he had expressed to Steve had come true.

Jean had killed his sister. Through the Phoenix. Because Tony Stark had sent her there.

Anger added to the fire, and he forced himself to calm down, then got out of Bova's arms and out of bed, looking for his uniform.

"Master Pietro, you should rest..." Bova said softly, watching him. "You have been unconcious for several hours..."

"My sister is dead, Bova," Pietro said, his voice taking a very unemotional, dark tone. He turned to look at the cow woman that had been his nursemaid, and his blue eyes shone with a darkness they never should have held. A darkness that was inherited from his father, and reserved to only those who had truely done him wrong.

"You don't know that for sure."

"I can feel it." He was still shaking, and then almost felt laughter coming up. "I can't feel it, actually. I can't feel her, so they killed her. They couldn't just let her live in peace here away from everyone, and so they killed her."

He turned for the door. "They will pay for that. I will make sure they pay for it."

And with that, he ran away from Wundergore, to find a way to plot vengence for his sister's death.


the boy is crazy... so let the fun begin...