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Oki-doki well I literally haven't slept. Like, at all. So sorry if this sucks.

Peter's love for Alice is sisterly love. Not the 'oh my got they're my otp' love.

Ever since he could remember, Peter knew he wasn't like the other kids. The feeling of being different was suffocating as if a pillow being stuffed in your face. It wasn't like he knew why he felt different. All he knew was that he didn't belong. That there was this emptiness in his chest that couldn't be filled. Sometimes it frightened him. Sometimes it comforted him. The woman who owned the Foster home just ruled it off as being an orphan. She acted as though she could understand.

She couldn't.

At age four Peter was adopted for the first time. The family was the Green's. Weird name for a weird family. They already had two kids, each three years older than him. The parents were nice, always giving him attention and telling their real children to be kind to him. They were anything but. The older boy, Jacob, never gave him the light of day aside from the other child. Her name was Sandy and Peter despised her as much as she did to him. She never liked him from the moment he stepped foot into the house. Always teasing him and playing nasty tricks. Getting him into trouble and shoving him into doorways.

After three weeks Peter had enough and pushed her down the stairs.

Jacob who saw the whole thing felt fear strike him like a knife through the heart when he saw Peter's satisfied smirk. The push was ruled as an accident. But the Greens knew better and gave him back to the Orphanage.

When Peter arrived back at the Orphanage he was feared. Everyone knew what had happened and rumors were flying. Of course the older kids thought it was an accidents, but the younger ones were shitting themselves whenever they caught Peters eye.

A couple of months after Peter was adopted for the second time by the Coleman family. Two single parents wanting a handsome little boy. Peter was happy there. For the first time in his life he let himself feel free. He had a dog he named Sam, a wide room with toys, and two loving parents. What happened after two weeks changed him. It turns out Mr Coleman was having an affair and the Mrs left him. He was so angry he blamed Peter for her leaving and whipped him with his belt. After drinking himself into unconsciousness Peter pulled himself off of the floor and felt anger like he's never felt before. Walking into the kitchen Peter turned on the gas, grabbed a matchstick and walked outside. Just as he stepped past the door he lit the match, threw it into the house and ran as far as he could. All Peter remembered was a loud noise and blissful unconsciousness.

When Peter woke up he was in the hospital and an orphan again.

The first friend he had was Alice. Their first meeting was an unusual one, since they were both fighting over the red crayon and she burst into random laughter. Peter wasn't sure what had made her laugh since he thought they were arguing. After that she had tagged along with him for the rest of the week. Deciding that he was her best friend. Peter just rolled his eyes and pretended she wasn't there. That was until she said she had a present for him. Sitting on her outstretched palm was a red crayon with a very, very untidy bow wrapped around it. He couldn't fight the genuine smile on his lips as he looked at it and Alice's shining blue eyes full on innocence. From then on he vowed to protect that innocence she still has unlike him.

He vowed to protect his one and only friend.

Two years and three foster homes made Peter become more enclosed in his little bubble of secrecy. He was picked on and overlooked just about anyone he wanted. Except for Alice. He had soon found out after befriending her that she was a firecracker and not to be messed with. The bullies found that out the hard way after getting a tub of glue poured over their heads. He had also mastered the art of acting innocent after realizing how he can get revenge on the bullies. Peter didn't know why but inflicting chaos and pain on his enemies had become a strange habit of his. Around a month later and practically everyone who had messed with him in the hospital he allowed himself a smile of satisfaction upon his face. Alice, being the oblivious person she was didn't question why he was smiling so much. She just allowed herself to smile with him and bathe in his giddiness since he rarely ever showed his emotions.

To say the bullies backed off wasn't the half of it.

Around his eighth birthday Peter was in a foster home and being abused 24/7. The bastard who adopted him was named Rudy and Peter hated his entire existence. The abuse only lasted for a week or so until he had had enough and lashed out. They were driving at the time and he moved himself in the backseat to kick his headboard. They swerved into another car killing Rudy instantly. Not so long into the hospital they found abuse marks on him and called the foster agency. Asking who in their right mind would allow a child to live with an abusive man. He sat in the hospital hallway as a nice brown doctor knelt beside him and said he'd be going to a nicer family when a woman sobbing in the distance caught his attention. Peter felt something inside of him lurch in familiarity.

Who was that woman?

He didn't have much time to linger on the thought as he was lead to a hospital room to sleep in for the night. Before he went to bed Peter saw a red light flash in his eyes.

Throughout the years he became more depressed and an outcast. His conning skills were masterful to say the least and had gotten him out of trouble more times than he can count. Ranging from speeding tickets to revenge on bullies. Although there is this one bully – Sam - cannot see how much trouble he's getting himself into. For some reason Alice (who has grown brighter and more observant, seeing and knowing what he's done) has tried to speak reason to the oaf, yet it always ends in her slapping him in the face when he flirts. Peter couldn't blame the idiot, she is beautiful. And he has strangely grown overly fond of her. The word fond was terrifying. Attachments – from what he has experienced – brings more harm than good. Although one good thing was that she made him join the swimming squad. One place he felt calm was the water. It drowned out every noise in the world making it quiet and peaceful. One place he's never felt more closer to home was the water.

At age fourteen Peter attempted suicide. For a year or less he was living with a family who actually cared. They acted as though they've known him for years and Peter strangely felt himself comfortable around them. He didn't want to leave.

Then he overheard the phone-call.

They were being broke and soon they couldn't afford for him to live with them. In that one moment Peter felt alone. The hole inside of him grew and grew. Sucking in every hopeful thought until all that was left was fear and emptiness. Grabbing one of his weights he tied it to his ankle and threw himself in the pool.

If there was one place he'd want to die was in the water.

By some unknown luck his foster father rescued him and said something to him that'll be stuck with him for the rest of his life. "One day you'll find the light. And you're gonna do all kinds of good." Peter almost laughed at him. He's killed two people ever since he was a kid and tortured others. Yup, he was on his way to riotousness alright.

Sometimes he wondered what was wrong with him. Wondering why this emptiness was inside of him, wondering when it'll go away. He's googled it millions of times. Along with other stuff he's done and it's all pointed to either him being a psychopath, sociopath, or just plane insanity. Peter had to admit…he was pretty insane for the things he's done and never felt any remorse.

One time he almost got help. It was when Alice had caught him in the act of nearly claiming his third victim. It was a dog he'd found in one of his foster homes backward with a broken wrist. The Dog was whining pathetically and limping and Peter thought he would put it out of its misery. With the biggest knife in the kitchen Peter was close to stabbing it in the chest when Alice barged in with sunshine and rainbows on her face. Her horrified scream was the thing that made Peter rethink if what he was doing was wrong. After asking her what her problem was she looked like she was going to throw up. Two hours they talked about what transpired. And two hours of convincing Alice to not call the cops.

The next day Peter stood outside the counselors office with conflicting emotions. He knocked on the door and waited a second before walking away.

He wasn't about to be locked up in a crazy asylum for something he can't control.

At age fifteen his life took a turn for either the worst or better. And that was the day he saw a meteor fly over his high school.

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