“Peter one was the first to go.”
Peter one stumbled after being stabbed by the goblin's glider. ruby red blood poured out of the gaping wound. Norman ripped it out from Peter's stomach. He gasped, he tripped over his own feet and fell roughly to the ground.
“Peter one!” The oldest Peter cried, running to the youngests side. He ripped Peter one's mask off to help him breathe. Peter three fell to his knees and sobbed.
“I'm sorry.” The youngest whispered, “Don’t be, you did good, we won.” Peter two reassured number one didn’t need to know that they left the rest of the villains to make sure the kid was okay.
“Oh that’s good.” One tried to smile although it looked like more of a grimace, ruby red blood covered his teeth,
“s’cold.” He muttered Peter two waved Peter three over, the latter stumbled his way over and scooped the 18 year olds head into his lap, Peter two did the same only for Peter ones legs, Peter one started crying,
“I'm so sorry, I wanted to help cure them, I swear!”
The two others shushed and reassured him, Peter gasped and choked on his own blood, they sat him up to help him breath but just as they did Peter's head lolled back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Blood covered the alive two the two of them couldn't make themself put him down until they realized they were covered in blood, Peter 3 jumped up and puked after putting the now cold body’s head down.
“He tried real hard to stay, real hard.” “I wanted to kill that man, the man who killed my brother.” “At Least he’s with his family. His blood family, me and Peter three miss him so much.” “But hopefully one day we’ll see him again.” “He did so well. I'm proud of him