So I haven't updated in a looooong time so sorry if things are inconsistent from previous chapters.
SHADO IS DEAD Slade is not
The end of the chapter is one great big TRIGGER WARNING of violence and shock
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Around me are men dressed in black, they slowly advance towards me. I can't use my powers, and I don't have any weapons either. A man charges at me and tries to punch me, but I block him and kick out his legs. We trade punches and kicks, some of the other men around me are fighting each other as well. Eventually, I get the man in a chokehold, I flip him around and snap his neck as Slade taught me to do.
Quickly I move to punch the man beside me. Upon seeing his face up close I freeze.
"Oliver?" I whisper. He clamps a hand over my mouth and pushes me against the metal walls of the arena.
"Shh, Peter, we will get out of here," He whispers, How did he get here? How will we get out of this? Can we even get out of this? Before I can do anything my world goes dark.
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Coldwater rushes around me, I try to open my eyes, but close them right away from the water surrounding me. I can't breathe. My lungs burn and I quickly swim to the top, once I break the surface I gasp in large breaths not caring what is around me.
Slowly, I trudge through the water and onto the nearest land. Nobody is around me, just trees and plants.
"Oliver?" I whisper-scream. What happened to him? Is he ok? Voices, I hear voices. But not Oliver's, or Slade's, or Shado's. Without hesitating I sprint in the opposite direction from the voices, scanning the ground around me for any land mines. Branches from above hit me in the face but I keep running through the wilderness. I need to find out what is going on. I need to find out where I am.
I stop running and turn to the largest tree next to me and begin to climb, it is much easier with my powers, even though I have to hide them. It is too dangerous, the powers make me wanted. Through multiple branches, I can barely make out the figures of multiple men all carrying large guns. They point ahead of them, straight at me.
"Search the trees!" One yells. No, no, no, no, no. I push myself away from the tree and land on the ground and begin to sprint again. Faster, faster, I can't die. I need to get back to my dad, I need to find Oliver and Slade. I need to make Shado's death worth something, I need to avenge her. From behind me, I hear shouts.
"Order to kill him..." I hear one voice shout. It doesn't sound like he is talking about me though. My heart drops for what seems like the thousandth time, he means Oliver. Oliver saved me so now they want to kill him.
My legs and lungs burn but I ignore it, it is not a choice wheater I stop or not. I have to keep going or I will be dead just like Shado, and then she would have died for nothing.
Oliver has to be around here somewhere. Otherwise, he'd already be dead. A sharp pain erupts through my foot and the ground comes closer and closer. Something sharp cuts into my knee and I try to stifle a loud grunt so they don't find me.
Another agonizing pain erupts in my head and the world around me blurs into shades of blue and green before turning into black.
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A hand grips my shoulders, another hand pushes over my mouth. I try to let out a loud scream but a fist collides with my eye.
"Peter!" Voices scream from behind me as I desperately try to get out of the strong grips on my arms and legs. It doesn't work.
"HELP!"
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"Hey, Peter, wake up," A familiar voice calls from beside me. My head throbs and the cut on my knee burns. I let out a low groan, slowly blinking my eyes open. The sunlight hurts my eyes and I squint again, "Peter, it's me. Oliver."
Ignoring the pain in my head I sit straight up with wide eyes, glancing around to find Oliver. My vision clears and Oliver comes into sight, "Oliver," I whisper, a sob of happiness nearly escaping me.
"Yeah, hey kid," he says handing me a small bowl of edible plants and another bowl filled partially with water, "You got yourself quite the concussion."
I groan and Oliver lets out a small laugh. His laugh quickly stops and he looks at me with guilt, "We are going to find Slade and get you back home. I promise."
I just nod taking another small sip of water, "Do you have any idea where he is?"
Oliver sighs, "I think he is still on the boat. We both went on to save you but he wasn't in the arena. I fake killed us both and they found out. I woke up when they threw me. We have to find him first."
I lean back against the tree staring up at the sky. I just want to go home.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
I grab several knives and attach them to my belt and one of the quivers with hand mad arrows in it. I also grab the bow Oliver helped me make while he grabs his own. It took a long time to make the plan, we had to spy on Fyres and his army so we could figure out the patrol schedule.
In between spying we trained together and raided a few tents to steal knives, but we could only steal one at a time so we wouldn't get caught. We also had to make our bows which took me a few tries.
Oliver pats my shoulder and gives me a small smile, I nod back trying to keep the fear out of my eyes. Without talking he starts off to the right and I walk in the opposite direction.
I slowly walk towards the patrol group that should by to the stream in about 20 minutes. When they come into view I climb the tree next to me and draw my bow pointing it at the two men dressed in all black.
As their backs are turned to me I let the first bow fly quickly followed by the second. The first bow goes straight through the guy's throat so it wouldn't damage the armor. I watch intently as the second bow flies straight towards the second guys throat.
At the last second the guy drops to the ground and rolls screaming into his walkie before I can even manage launch the first arrow.
Panic rushes through me as I hear the rustling footsteps in the distance. The second arrow flies straight through the guys chest and he falls to the ground dead. I drop down form the tree and run over to the first man I shot.
As I rip off my helmet my heart drops. A face I'd never thought I see again stares up at me eyes glossy and mouth dripping blood. His brown hair mixing with the mudding ground and the blood from his throat gurgling around the intrusion of the arrow. He has an angry red cut across his face.
Oh my god.
His face is young and innocent, troubled even in his death.
Oh my god.
I fall to my hands and knees, the bitter taste of plants and water burning through my throat spewing from in between my lips.
Oh my god.
Tears leak from my eyes and the world around me blurs.
My arms give out from under me and I fall to the ground face turned towards the boy with blood drenching his clothes and filling the cracks of his skin with a red liquid.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest and blood plumps throughout my ears. The green plants and bleu stream blur together, sweat dripping into my eyes. I can hear my breath amongst the utter silence around me.
I can feel convulsions spreading through my body like branches of a tree on a windy day.
An unbearably strong hand grips my biceps making me cry out in pain. The person pulls me up but I fall back down, my legs unable to support my weight.
"What's wrong with him?" A sharp yet muffled voice questions behind me.
I can't avert my eyes, they are still focused on the dead ones before me. My stomach twists in knots and before I can stop it a chunky liquid is flowing from my mouth and dribbling down my chin.
The boy's skin is grey, his lips now almost a purple tint.
A shiny chain catches the corner of my eye the rest of the chain tucked deeply into his uniform.
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Dad and Uncle Bucky walk behind us at the mall, gently urging us forward. I stop and turn back to my dad and point excitedly at the store to our left. Dad nods at us and Bucky gives me an approving smile.
We run through the entrance as fast as our little legs can take us. Above me, a sparkly chain catches my eye. I reach my hand out, but it hardly comes close to the silver chain. I try reaching again. It doesn't work.
Determined, I jump as high as I can, fingers brushing the tip of the chain. With a loud pout, I jump up again, grasping it in between my hands and pulling it down from the rack with a smile.
We smile at each other and run-up to the counter. I reach above me to set the chain on the counter and put the five-dollar bill my dad gave for doing my chores next to it. The lady smiles and puts it into a bag.
Together we walk out of the store and back into the main part of the mall, Dad and Uncle Bucky still behind us.
I grab the necklace from the bag and hold it out with a bright smile giving it to...
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Harry.