Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter One; {~Remember Me, A Faceless Man With A Personality To Remember~}

{~06/07/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse,  if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

Third Person Pov~
"You can lock the door once we leave, we'll be in the kitchen getting snacks ready for movie night, okay champ?" Peter nodded, watching as the pair left. As usual Peter walked them to the door, readying himself to lock the door as soon as they left as he was still afraid they'd turn around. Still afraid that what was in his past would become the new present once again.

  Peter wasn't ready for that, Peter didn't want the painful realization that no one could ever mean it when they promised they wouldn't hurt him to come back. Peter wanted to believe that Eddie and Venom were different.

Though Peter was no different then what he was back then. He wasn't the boy who survived a kidnapping from one of the world most dangerous originations rather he was the boy who simply made it out, not entirely alive or his own person no more. The boy was broken and it wasn't no lie.

Peter was a lost cause and everyone knew it. Though he was the only one who believed that couldn't be changed.

{~A couple Months ago~}

Third Person Pov~
Peter's eyes pressed together as he listened to the soft pitter pattering of water clashing with the stone flooring. A small puddle began to form beneath the leaking pipe, the very one that was covered in a unsanitary amount of rust. A rotten smell lingered in the room he was in as well, one that was brought on by blood and burning flesh. The scent was strong and sickening, leaving the boy taking shaky and unsteady breaths.

  Peter stayed kneeled in a submissive like pose on the ground. Eyes pressed together as he knew better then to open them. Knew better then to break a rule that his masters had enforced onto him. The boy stayed in that position despite how terribly his limbs ached. Despite how madly they burned with every unsteady breath that slipped past his bloodied and swollen lips.

  Dressed in nothing more then loose, ripped trunks, the boy shivered at this unfamiliar warmth that washed over him. The warmth having been brought on by the constant waves of heat that were being pumped in through an open vent.

  Despite being human, a warm blooded creature, Peter was incapable of regulating his body's temperature to the environment he was in. Due to this unnatural heat, warm temperatures having been something he struggled with ever since he was a child, Peter couldn't muster up enough strength to fight back. To do anything really.

  Constant beads of sweat dripped from his nose and onto his chin, soon joining the beads that have been collecting on the loose trousers he was dressed in. Heaving a heavy and tired breath, the boys hands tightened into fists against his lap.

  The material snapped and ripped beneath the pressure of the boys hands. The fabric having been pushed past its limit, snapped. Leaving a long line of unsettling sounds.

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  Peter's eyes faltered, threatening to open as he re-focused on something besides maintaining poster. He could hear the sounds of his next door neighbour running something metal along the wall. Gently tapping and gliding it along to call out towards the boy. You're awake?