InsaneJournal

How subtle are the links which bind two souls
Who: Pietro Maximoff, Unnamed Guards, Open to reaction from other characters
When: Monday, May 18, Dawn
Where: All over the bloody island
What: Pietro storms the island in an attempt to take his sister
Warnings: Severals guards presumably left dead.



Pietro eyed the waves crashing sullenly on the shore, fingers slipping to the cool metal concealed within his jacket. Somewhere out there, across that great sad water was his sister. He couldn’t wait any longer. He doubted very much he would find any success in this mission, he’d done his research, he’d be well out numbered, but he could no longer live with the guilt of having let them take her from him.

The salty wind tossed his hair, and with a far off look his mind was made up, and he set off running, never once looking back.

The surf splashed up around his legs, air whipping past him, too fast to break the surface tension of the water. His silvery hair, which had long marked him as different from the rest of his family, was whipped back into its familiar style, and steely eyes locked their sights on the emerging land in the midst of the deep dark waters.

His eyes quickly scanned, as he circled the island from a far, quickly determining the most secluded place to make land, skidding to a silent halt as his feet found themselves back on solid ground. He stayed low to the earth, eyes darting about for any sign of opposition before drawing the fire arm from his jacket, the cool metal feeling foreign and heavy in his hand. He gave a low swallow, weighing it absently, trying to build up the resolve needed, straightening his jaw and cocking the gun with a determined scowl. It had to be done.

He picked up speed once more, pausing for only the briefest of moments as he took in the layout of the island, piece by piece, hoping to avoiding being picked up by human or mechanical eyes, but it wasn’t long before the alarm was sounded, and with a grumbled swear Pietro took off again. There was little the guards could do with him moving at these speeds, he was little more then a blur, and their weapons were rendered useless as none of them could hit him.

“I want my sister!” Pietro called, circling a small group of them and causing a gust of wind which blew them off their feet, “Wanda Maximoff! Give me my sister!” He quickly reversed, dodging bullet spray, eyes wide. No, he hadn’t given this nearly enough thought. School yard fights and mobs were one thing, but this was something all together different.

Narrowing his eyes he fired back, taking down three of them before they had a chance to blink, heart racing with adrenaline. “My sister!” he demanded again, firing another shot, pausing just long enough for them to get a clear shot, moving a fraction too late so that the bullet grazed his arm. Beyond that brief opportunity however none of them could manage to hit or contain him until someone thought to bring out one of the telepaths.

Pietro’s sharp reflexes rarely failed him, and so, when a wall was suddenly projected into his mind, mere seconds away, he skid to a halt in surprise, moving to turn and finding another, blinking in confusion and backing away. But there was no escape from this mentally projected little room, and before he had time to process that it wasn’t real he’d been hit by a stun gun, falling to ground, gun falling with a clatter, brow etched with confusion .

“My sister,” he mumbled, struggling against prying hands, wincing slightly he was pistol whipped while another struggled to hold him still long enough to inject him with something to knock him out, “…I want my sister.”