I found him
The man who ruinded my in just one hour
The man who murdered my uncle just for some quick cash.
I could see him enter an old warehouse from my perch. No one else around. No one to hear him if he cried out, to see him beg. No one to witness.
*fwip*
Swinging to the the warehouse silently, landing on the roof without a sound. Creepy to a window, watching the man relax his shoulder and let his guard down. He watched the man be able to breathe, it felt like just that action was a sin to nature.
Almost to silently for just a boy to be able to do, he opened the window. Crawling in the shadows, making sure to be unnoticed by the man. Crawling till he was just behind him. Then releasing off the wall.
He saw the mans form, saw how he still haf his blood flowing through, his heart beating with life. He felt the need to stop that from going forth.
Immediately
But not just yet. The man needed to feel the same way his uncle did. The same fear and terror he felt. The same way his blood pressure rose and heart skipped a beat. The same way he felt just before he was killed.
Walked it the man quitly, right behind him.
He spoke before he could stop himself.
“Do you regret it?”
His tone so sharp it felt like icicles.
“!!!AAh!!!”
The man jump, grabbing the very same pistol used only 3 hours earlier.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!! I HAVE A GUN!”
But Peter didn’t flinch when the weapon was drawn at him. He wasn’t no 14 year old right now, he was a puppet strung be fury.
“I asked, did you regret it ?”
Tone the same as before, fist clenching while stepping closer.
“S-STOP MOVING YOU FREAK!!”
The mans shoke now, sweat building up. His eyes showig fear at this unknown enigma.
This had just fueled Peter more.
“ so you don’t regret it then ?”
His head tilted slightly to the right, Inquiring.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BLABBING ‘BOUT!”
The man took steps back shifting his eyes to the entrance behind him, his only escape route.
That was his second mistake since meeting peter.
Without warning Peter surged forward, webbing his feet to the ground, before snatching his pistol away.
Before the man could even register his own gun was pointed at his head.
“The man you killed, do you regret pulling this trigger and putting 3 bullets in his stomach.”
The man couldn’t speak, his form trembled as he looked down the barrel of the gun.
“I wont repeat myself, do you or do you not. Hurry up and speak.”
Stumbling Over his words he spoke.
“y-yea”
Peter could he his heart stutter for a moment.
The man had lied foolishly.
His third mistake.
Before he could he even realize Peter had shot him. The same spots Ben had been shot in.
“ARHG”
The man body fell on his back, the wounds spurting blood. Peter walked closer glancing down at his slowly bleeding form.
“This is too good for you”
His voice now emotionless and cold. He bent down grabbing the mans neck and ripping the webs off his feet in process.
He weighed nothing to him. His fingers stuck themselves to is thoat, feeling his pluse beat rapidly. He looked at his face, turning paler and paler.
His rage was boiling over, he felt so musyet so little. He couldn’t control himself anymore.
And he. began to. Squeeze.
“AK!”
The man eyes widened more, hands clawing at the gloved hand on him. Desperate to breathe once again.
Peter was almost willing to snap his neck in that moment. Yet he didn’t. He didn’t deserve that. Ben died a slow and painful death. And so will he.
The mans begain coughing, blood spurting out his throat onto peters mask. And Peter had felt glee at this.
It wasn’t intill five minutes later did Peter realize the man was already dead. His pluse gone snd boby growing cold.
Peter dropped the man. His body falling like a doll to the ground. He flipped the man to his back looking at his face closely. It almost felt, familiar.
He wiped the blood from the mans face rhe driped out his mouth. Pondering his memory.
Then his memory flashed to this afternoon.
To when he let a simple mugger get away, cause it wasn’t his problem.
He could’ve stopped him. He could’ve had his uncle alive. He didn’t need to kill a man if only he simply web the man feet to the ground i that moment.
He..
He didn’t need to do any of this if only he wasnt so selfish.
“ oh god… what have i done.”