Pietro Maximoff (breakthebarrier) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-15 01:19:00 |
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Current mood: | pissed off |
Entry tags: | quicksilver |
Narrative: Fair arm of the law
Characters: Pietro Maximoff [Narrative]
NPCs: Random police officers
Location: Streets of NYC
Timeline: 14th September 2013. Late afternoon
Description: Pietro's running gets him into trouble
Rating: PG-13
It was no big secret that Pietro Maximoff was restless, the most restless he had been in months, ever since he had settled at the mansion. The MRA, the MRD and most especially the MDC had gotten right under the Maximoff's skin and they were all really starting to niggle in all the wrong ways. His mood had been awful, his temper on a hair trigger and with the exception of a few select people he had been standoffish and bordering on unfriendly.
School wasn't helping and he was finding it impossible to put everything out of his mind so every day he ran and ran, trying to clear his head and settle his irritation and outrage at the sheer stupidity of this entire situation. Pietro didn't find the school grounds provided enough ground for him to expend his energy and as such he took his run off them, into the city.
A few hours had passed before Pietro finally came to a screeching halt, eyes narrowing in the corners when he realised he wasn't alone. The silver haired mutant turned his head and his brow furrowed as he saw two police officers approaching him, their expressions stern and one even had his hand on his belt where a firearm rested, secured in its holster.
"Registered or unregistered?"
"What?"
"I asked, are you registered or unregistered? It's not exactly rocket science, kid. You got an ID card?"
Pietro's jaw ticked. "No, I don't have an ID card."
"Why's that?"
"None of your goddamn business," the Maximoff snarled.
The two officers exchanged a look and then one approached him. "Now, c'mon, just answer our questions and you can go about your business. "
Was this seriously happening? All he was doing was minding his own business and these cops were hassling him all because he was a mutant.
"Wait a second," the taller officer said as his eyes narrowed. "Aren't you that kid? The one related to that psycho mutant terrorist?" He glanced at his partner for confirmation, which he received and he turned back to Pietro. "Magneto's kid." He looked around Pietro and lifted an eyebrow. "Where's your sister?"
Immediately Pietro's flight or fight instinct kicked in and his feet shifted, ready to bolt at any given second. "Why?" He asked, eyes flicking over to the other officer, especially as he began to move around as if trying to circle him.
"No reason," the officer said with a smile, the same smile which set Pietro ill at ease. He'd seen that kind of smile before and it had only ever ended in tears.
Fuck this, Pietro turned on his heel and readied for a sound breaking run because he wasn't about to let himself be grabbed, not this early on, not by these two wastes of space. Not when he hadn't done anything wrong because being related to Magneto was more a coincidence in his head. He wasn't a father, he was a donor, simple as that.
But as he turned his eyes widened when the officer pressed a taser square to his chest and Pietro had absolutely no control over his limbs, flailing under the electrical shock, meaning he dropped to the ground where everything continued to rebel. It was frightening as well as truly aggravating, especially as he could hear them talking, discussing the potentially dangerous mutant they had just apprehended.
"Booking this kid is going to take forever," one muttered as he tucked the taser back into place. "I'm supposed to be getting off shift in like five minutes."
"But we've bagged a really dangerous mutant," his partner pointed out. "I mean, he's the son of Magneto. Imagine what he can do, right? And he's probably unregistered. Check his wallet."
Pietro growled as a hand reached into his jeans and found his wallet, but there was fuck all he could do to stop the officer, especially every limb was still jerking beneath the onslaught of electricity. "Yep, this kid hasn't registered. Not that I'm surprised. I mean a father like that you're gonna have no respect for law and order."
Fuck you, fuck you very much. Pietro was nothing like his father, but the more they pushed the more he started to think his father had a point. What the police officers didn't know was the sort of mutant he was and as such his body recovered quicker and as he laid there the twitches eased meaning Pietro was finally able to feel his limbs, control their movements, but as he warred with the electrical discharge coursing through his body the officers were taking the next step.
The next step being the cold press of metal around his neck and Pietro's eyes flew wide open with shock, panic and an assortment of emotions which raced through him in such quick succession until the closing latch and the initiation of power at which point it felt to Pietro like the world had slowed to the point of pain. He grimaced and bit down, grunting because holy fuck it was like being slammed in the chest by time and the slow agonising seconds which now felt like an absolute eternity.
"C'mon, just cuff the kid. I want to get outta here already."
An officer reached for Pietro's wrists but what he didn't expect was for the kid to get up and bolt albeit slower than he was used to. "Hey!" One shouted before they both took off after Pietro. Pietro who could normally outrun a cheetah on land who was now struggling to get away from two human officers.
He was collared he was motherfucking collared. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Nevertheless he put his head down and just ran and ran like his life depended on it because in effect it did, if he didn't escape then he was going to jail and that wasn't an option, not now, not ever.
Just keep running, Pietro.