I am gonna take a moment, to work on quality of my chapters, so no chapter for this week and coming two months or until at least I feel it's polished enough for you guys that are reading this, and to also draw in more. Like there's a lot of trouble in chapter like in all the chapters on how smooth everything is, basically I'm gonna relay out a better foundation before I move on in the story, so expect a little bit of change story ton, and (hopefully) better character in Peter because I know just from the four chapters he's a pretty blank slate and add more characters and more depth in the relationship between Wakanda and the Isigcawu tribes and Peter, he is gonna get a change of personalty bit, more dynamic and more characters, Funeka will still be there and better reasoning on T'challa give him where you can see his reasoning on why he's doing what he's doing and all chapters for now will be deleted until I basically rewrite everything and wait a good amount of time so it can feel refreshed and not so rushed, but prologue, I'm still on the fence with rewrite or no rewrite.

Chapter 4

The way Home

Peter resting from his escape from death; started to think what was going on with the prejudice against his tribe.

Peter grew up that he would be hated even if the did nothing. The Isigcawu was hated, as much as their other half The Klyntar. Both two sides of a same coin was hated for being different. Peter could only see that they hated the potential threat that could happen, after being stabbed and literally thrown out. Peter wondered why they never even thought of what could hurt them, and try to find a way to help them or try to relocate them.

Peter stopped his thought of trying to speak to them, their whole weapons were sound based, harmless to humans, but deadly to the Klyntar tribe. Peter nashed his teeth, they already had an arsenal of weapons.

Peter was in pain, he held his should as blood was dripping from his shoulder. He hated a lot of things, but always got over it with his mother explaining no good comes from hate, but to conqueror it with good, so that they can gain each other as brothers and sisters.

Peter knew to well that those words would the foundation of the Isigcawu, it was the only reason why they survived and live in a remnant of peace. And with the symbiotes without the banishment and lack of food in his tribe they could survive.

But it was something that shook Peter's core, T'challa's next choices. Before the culling, each King was different, but always warm and defended them like Bashenga, the very first of The Black Panthers.

But he soon grew old and died, Peter didn't know many of the old kings of Wakanda since most of the elders died in the culling. But only a few were able to tell them about Bashenga

Peter was only told that he had similar issues to what was going on, he had to pray for strength to kill his own brothers as the beginning of the vibranuim turned many of his tribe's men into Demon spirits.

Peter wondered if things were different, if the vibranium wasn't here and it was just the Klyntar, would they still be accepted. Because many thought they were the Demon spirits of old. Peter reasoned in his mind on why the so much stigma stemmed from the Demon Spirits back then.

While Peter was still wondering why Wakadan's still hated them after so long. Peter drifted to sleep, his body aching, exhausted.

Peter took a moment as his head drifted into sleep, his mind warped all logic as he saw something horrible in his sleep.

Peter saw his mother as a mound of Klyntar were piled up, T'challa was there over his dead mother's corpse.

Peter couldn't breath as emotions began to choke his lungs, it was hard. Peter felt pain, as something felt like it was ripping from his chest, it surged open. Peter felt something flowing as it gripped his body.

Something crawled out of his mouth entangling his body, wrapping around his body, Peter tried to pull it off his skin, but it was pour from his mouth, he gripped his throat.

Peter trying to keep it inside him, but it dripped like blood from his body, swirling around clinging to his body, it shook him in his sleep as bright lights poured over him, men around him, he looked around seeing the ooze disappear, he was confused, but took aim ready to attack.

But his fist was covered in slime type of mud like, as lights shot at his eyes, it took a few minutes before him to wake up started from something shaking the ground. Peter blinked, eyes open as the barrier was moving, he could see the outer lands as it expanded, making room as Peter looked at it, all twisted and disgusting, distorted from the meteorites.

Peter's head began to spin, as the feeling of danger got stronger. He looked up seeing a flyer, lights on him and blinding, He was so much in such a exhausted state, that it was dragging his body to move.

Peter held his breath, his heart beating out, everything was slowing as his head started to ring like bells. Peter looked at the flyer, realizing what it the feeling was; Danger.

Peter blinked as the ringing was bullets, blazing the rock as he rolled away. Peter didn't realize how much he was hated, but to almost kill him was basically asking for a war. Peter covered his head, as the bullets rained on him, barely missing him.

They stopped and Peter did his best to run, but his wounds restricted so much of his movement that he fell down, he tumbled into the water as search lights drew on him as he smashed into the water.

Peter coughed up, he shiver as the feeling of death gripped him with her cold embrace, sending chills over his chest.

Peter confused, weak and tired. He wanting her grasp to loosen, fighting her. She was a cold mistress that held on tight over his chest, it was hard to climb to the surface.

Peter's want to live was escaping and loosening, but he fought his hardest as he clawed his way to shore, pulling his heavy exhausted body, gasping with air filling his lungs.

Peter looked up panicking in the process to get the smallest relief of solid land on his body, seeing three flyers above him, two behind and one in front.

But it was a mistake as his head buzzed, warning to move. Peter dodged, surprised at his legs still moving, after swimming, he tumbled down again.

Moving was hard, his grasp of life was waging war against Death, her hands were starting tightly hold on him, over his chest, her arms extending over his abdomen as the flyers started to descend down.

Peter again wondering why felt the feeling of Death over him as his head rang gain, he looked up seeing lights blinding him. Peter stood up, trembling as Death gripped tighter, he ignored the feeling as she hugged him tighter.

Peter stood, putting every ounce of strength he had left, he looked up through the exhaustion, Peter stood with little confidence as the feeling of being laugh at trickled down his back. Peter had to ignore the it as people began to approach him.

Peter looked at people, approaching him with his heart thumping, feelings of fear as spears and guns pointed all at him. Peter's chance were slipping, because it looked like they were hunting down some type of animal.

Peter wished he had his gear, but wishing isn't gonna help him, he had to run, getting capture didn't even feel like an option from these guys. Peter looked as a man with a scar over his face appeared in the light threw something, stopping Peter in his tracks.

"I wouldn't move if I were you."

Peter didn't know who this man was, but it felt like he had something up his sleeve.

"My name is N'Jadaka son of Prince N'Jobu, but my prey call me Killmonger."

"So you're the one gonna kill me?" N'Jadaka chuckled as he was handed blades from his servants.

"I'ma level with you, I don't really want to kill ya, but, my daddy here-well he sacrificed his life trying to defend you guys..."

"So kill all the remaining ones left as revenge?" Peter finished as N'Jadaka clicked his tongue into a chuckle.

"Smart kid I see, but it's real frustrating that after growing up nice and strong, just to kill over one hundred over of the Usathanas that tried to escape, you not only took my father, but you some how not only live, but flourish." N'Jadaka was getting worked up as he remembered the past, Peter realizing something as his heart sank, Peter's mother always told him that a man more dangerous than the strongest of Klyntar.

Someone who not only took revenge against the Klyntar but hunted them with ferocity and he was thrilled to kill them.

"I know you might not see it my way, but we are a victim as much as you!" N'Jadaka chuckled at the excuse.

"So you think that that's gonna excuse you taking my Father?" N'Jadaka shook his head, taking a shot at Peter, he moved his side to the left as N'Jadaka grinned.

"Oh, that's a good surprised, let's see some more!" Peter eyes widen as he lower himself just under a strike, N'Jadaka was much faster then he realized. Peter trying to escape, but pinned down easily by N'Jadaka's foot as his blade powered up.

"Man, and I thought this was gonna be like my friend, but what ever draws that hot ass mil-." Peter twisting N'Jadaka's leg, pulling him down into his fist his guards shot at Peter, he used N'Jadaka as a shield for a second before he threw him at the guards than sprang onto his hands dodging the lasers.

"Okay, maybe he might not be in full pieces when she arrives."

N'Jadaka chuckled, springing up, Peter had no where to run as a fist slamming Peter's face caught him by surprise. Peter felt a force a concussive blow that shook the earth around him.

It shook his body, trembling from the blow, Peter spat blood up, he had no idea this was the strength of the Panther tribe.

T'challa must've been holding back.

Peter smacked the ground sprawled, He shakily looked up at N'Jadaka, he knew the power levels were different if T'challa was holding back his chances were all but gone, but if wasn't so injured from the fall, Peter might've had a slim chance.

Peter tried to get up again, but denied and kicked in the stomach, then pulled by the force and face smashed by N'Jadaka's knee.

"This might seem a bit petty, but I just want to make sure that a good example is made out of "The son of Void's wrath"."

Peter felt his heart sank, trying to escape, but he was kicked into a wall.

If only I had a symbiote, it would change everything. They wouldn't be beating on me, I would just leave, and report everything to Mother, Just only if I had one!

Peter growled trying to get up, but his effort was stopped, he was tired, injured. Yet they felt more like bullies less then any threat, he just needed to regain any amount of strength.

"Are you sure you want power?" A chilling voice whispered in his ear, Peter shook his head. He had taken so much punishment that his mind started hearing things.

Peter ignored it, trying to get up as a blow sent up a bit, he collided back down. but it was sweet like honey, words that felt tempting to give him, but he wanted to face this with his own strength, Peter looked up seeing power dripping from his body.

N'Jadaka recoiled ready to crush his head into the ground, Peter's eyes saw a beast of raw strength, he bit the bullet

"can you really help me?"

"We can give you power, just reach out."

Peter's eyes seemed to be losing it as everything around him was dark red, Peter confused as a young woman appeared in full attack form, masked with a white patches, serrated teeth, she seem horrendous, but it was comforting to see something he grew up on.

Peter raised his hand up, holding his palm out, she reached as they pressed it as he felt immense pain, she lifted her hand as it reacted.

She grinned, happy and with a swift shift in her body, she merged into Peter's heart began, beat awaking something in it's cage of Peter's body. But with a crack in it, something began to leak out, he clenched his fist.

Peter caught his foot, hearts suddenly sank as Peter's arm started to ooze out red goo, Peter stood up.

N'Jadaka jabbed at Peter's body with his free hand again, but was caught with a palm, and with sudden cracking of N'Jadaka's skull against Peter's forehead, they were both sent flying from the vibranuim that absorbed the blow, sending back to Peter threw the air. Peter flipped over to his feet, clawing as he skid to a stop on the rock, his feet hugged the rocks, as bloody ooze seeped around his arm clenched the rock.

Peter's teeth sharpen a little, it was incomplete, but it loose Peter's joints, healed a little of his wounds.

Peter's leaped with tremendous force, feeling his strength to over flow. Peter felt pain disappearing, as he narrowed his eye at N'Jadaka leaping at him in the air to met him with a devastating blow to his stomach.

But Peter grabbed his skull, sending him crashing into the guardsmen as some caught the Prince's son. while a few of them went at Peter, shoot and jabbing at him. Peter felt more confident then he ever felt in a long while, with strength pour from his body, he could easily take them out.

He dodged their attacks, grabbing the spears, he had seconds to react, as he had to quickly immobilize him, but it was hard to refuse this emotion he was feeling as he twirled the staff around, using it to block attacks, knocking them off their feet. But they kept getting back up, Peter let them attack him, dodge a few blows, using his increased strength. Peter slit their tendons, making them fall.

Peter felt a sudden shock in his nerves, it was to hard to resist it, after ripping and tearing their tendons, Peter wanted more; it was exciting, no more. Pure thrill as Peter grabbed a spear unconsciously, he gripped it around ready to give a finishing blow. But the man's screams snapped him out of it, blinking as the man screamed, he almost impaled his chest, thankfully it was in the man's leg, not lethal but still bad, Peter sighed as another ran after in yelling at him for revenge.

But he was throwing his life away as Peter caught him. The guards began to cry in pain as some begged for mercy.

"Mercy? We don't remember that when you let your Killmonger beat Us down, because what was it-oh, you wanted get rid of Us! this-this is just over d-o retribution."

Peter felt a caged monster in his body, it was hard to control and even more hard when he had pent of stress, pain and a temptation to kill them much stronger.

They saw him as a monster, even though he was the that was being dragged into a corner, and when a animal is backed up. Everyone knows the animal use all their strength left to get out alive.

N'Jadaka got up dazed, feeling a headache as he blinked. N'Jadaka looked to see in a dazed state, his men were being slaughter, he growled angry. These were people he knew, all of them. Yet he saw Peter tearing them apart. He got back up, but the blow from Peter shook his body up.

It disgusted him, it felt so much like the culling He remembered only vaguely. N'Jadaka was only Ten but during his time his father brought him there, was hell.

People were dying and many were being killed, but most of them were Wakandan's. Nobody knew how to kill them, as the lasers they used, would heal in seconds, but eventually the realized it was the vibrations from the vibranuim made them crazy, so they took arms.

Turn the tide of war against the Isigcawu, killing many innocents in the process to rid the disease that infested their land. They ignored the please of their victims and they took no prisoners.

Slaughter men and women, children, it didn't matter to King T'chaka, hunt them down, pin them to the ground and blow them up give them peace. They were demons, and in the process of it all, his father was killed. It was angry to have it reported by the his Uncle T'chaka, that he was killed in battle.

N'Jadaka slammed the ground, feeling the fear gripping him again, he pulled himself out of it as Peter ripped their spear out of their hands, pinning their legs down.

N'Jadaka pulled himself out of his trauma, looking at the demon in front of him, he pulled his claws out. Letting all the hatred swelling in his fist move him, he roared getting Peter's attention.

"Leave them alone!" Peter turned as he crippled the man's legs, he dropped him. Peter glared as the remaining troops, lost their ground.

"Your terror on this land, will be gone. After we get rid of EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!"

"Tch, keep telling us who's the monster, We don't care if We look like one, just get your ass over here." Peter cracked his neck, both sides had reasons to be angry. but Peter was more then angry, furious at them.

He wanted to kill them, but killing would only bring nothing but hatred. So he had to immobilize the remaining, but he clearly could see from his eyes, that it looked like was killing them.

But with little effort, he pulled their spears from their hands, cut their tendons so that they wouldn't run after him and knock them out for good measure, but it took every ounce of mental focused, and restraint to not eat them.

Peter wasn't a killer, but it didn't matter to N'Jadaka, because he was letting his angry cloud his judgement.

Peter narrowed his eyes, N'Jadaka ran at him, punching at him. But Peter clear in thought, dodged his punches. Peter knew power was everything, but he almost forgot that a calm mind is better then a powerful punch.

N'Jadaka realizing his punches weren't hitting. Peter grabbed both his fist, as they were in a power struggle.

"Oi, they said you don't have symbiote, and I heard hot milf say you weren't chosen by any symbiote."

" Yeah, funny thing, I was just as surprised at you. Guess I found my reason I don't have a symbiote."
N'Jadaka started to chuckle as he smirked at him.

"then I guess one of these would hurt you."

They threw something small, falling through the air. Peter felt his hairs stood on end, his heart thumped as his eyes locked onto the small cube, Peter felt a beat, his body started to ache as pain shoot threw his body, the sound send an explosive concussion. Peter realizing what it was, he tried to escape, but his skull was smashed in.

"You may not think like a monster, speak like one but you sure as hell look the part!"

N'Jadaka scissor kicking around his neck, smashing his skull with as the symbiote was lit up with the vibrations hitting. Peter lost control, shocking blisters went over his body as it was tearing him apart, N'Jadaka smiled gripping his face and dragged him.

"OPEN THE BARRIER!" N'Jadaka ordered over his coms, but a person tried to persuade him. But he was to stubborn.

"Did I stutter!"

"No my prince. Opening the Jabari's gate." Peter groaning, struggling feeling the intense pain he felt in palace, Peter was thrown out of the barrier.

Peter groggy, looked up seeing a darken sky. Peter blinked as he looked up turning to see N'Jadaka there as the gate closing. Peter ran after the opening as it began to close, he raced against time as N'Jadaka narrowed his eyes, he met his glare back, with a grin as Peter reaching it barely.

He placed his hand in it, scorching pain went in, he breathed heavily as he ripped it up, N'Jadaka nashed his teeth, as Peter tore through the field. N'Jadaka surprised as Peter barely reaching him.

"Increase the barrier's symbiote repel, I wanna see him burn!"
"But sire, that would ground your flyer-."
"Shut up and just do it before I have your head like Nonhle's." Peter so close pulling his head down, but he could only see a sneering grin, Peter was so close bringing his head, but he felt the barrier's sending so much electricity that it repelled Peter, flying him into a rock, out of the barrier, out of Wakanda and farther from home.

to be continued...