Pawn Takes King, Checkmate
By TheLostMaximoff

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did I sure wouldn't be working 37.5 hours a week at $6.75 an hour. This is just a little musing on Pietro set after he's joined the Acolytes. Flames are acceptable but not very well received.

Chess is an intellectual game. It takes patience, strategy, and a bunch of other things I don't like or have time for. Dad tried to teach me how to play chess once. I caught on quick of course but like everything else in life it was too slow for my tastes.

It's funny to think that years from then my life would become a giant chest game. That's all this thing is really. My dad and Xavier are the kings and the Acolytes, the Brotherhood, and the X-Men are nothing but pawns. Magneto and Xavier give their respective teams orders and like good little pawns we run into the fire while they stay away from the battle. It's quite nauseating. But then again I'm not the good little soldier I'd like Dad to think I am.

I learned a lot of things from my Father; he taught me how to play more games than just chess. He taught me how to play hide-and-seek with my emotions, how to keep my real motives secret. He'll wish he never had soon enough. I'll make damn sure of that.

They all think I'm Daddy's boy, the good little soldier. The Brotherhood, Wanda, Mystique, my father, everyone. They don't know how to play the game. They don't know what thoughts run through my brain at an incalculable speed. They couldn't know how bad all of them, especially Father, have been suckered. I've worked all the angles. I played it off like I hated Dad but that turned out to be an act or it seemed to turn out that way. Who's got who here, Dad? Are you in control? I don't think so.

I feel bad, lying to my own sister and all, but sometimes good ends must have dirty means. Thanks for the pearl of wisdom, Dad. I was such a damn good student that one day it'll scare the hell out of you just how crafty I've become. You see, Dad, in all honesty, really and truly, I hate you. But you don't see it that way because I don't want you to. You were a good teacher by the way.

So one day, dear father, when your back is turned and it's just me by your side I'm going to slide a knife so far into your back it'll come out your chest. You won't even register it coming until it's too late. Right in between breaths I'll catch you. I'll do it in front of Wanda maybe so she can know once and for all that I hate you as much as she does. If you're still alive I'll let her finish the job. She deserves retribution after what you did to her. After how you made me fake turning against my own sister.

Nobody will see it coming, Dad. They never would've suspected it. I'm too fast, too slick, and too good to get caught. Nobody ever catches Pietro Maximoff, Dad. Nobody, not even his own father. I'll betray you and then be gone like the wind. Then Wanda and I will be rid of you forever. I swore I would protect her and that's what I'm doing. She may not see it now but she will when I leave you bleeding and broken.

It's your move, Dad. Still can't see my strategy? Good. I always was the master at thinking fast. I'm so many steps ahead you'll never catch up. You'd never think a little pawn like me could take down a king. Joke's on you, Father. The clock's ticking but I've already made my move. Checkmate.