Great Losses [Spurious Sequel] ✶On Hold✶

[9] Lemon Scented Hope

Claire:

I bring up my hand and knock urgently on the apartment door. It's similar to the rest, white paint with a small plaque displaying a number, however unlike the rest it's not welcoming in the least.

Maybe with the fact that it's at the end of the hall, no, it probably has a lot more to do with who lives behind the door. Speaking of which, it takes a good two minutes until his dramatic majesty finally opens the door.

"Well don't you look ready for a night out." Peter 'greets' with an amused grin. I let out a pretty loud sigh, already rethinking my idea.

After being suspended for such a long time in the bank vault both my wrists needed to get stitched up and my left arm is in a sling. Hence his 'joke'.

"I only stopped by to ask if you know where Derek is." I respond after finishing my sigh. He hasn't been answering his phone after what happened to Boyd and I just want to make sure he's okay. "If you do that's great it'll save me from having to go around the entire town looking for him."

"And why would you want to go find, Derek?" He questions, casually leaning up against the door frame. But at the last second he raises a finger and doesn't give me the chance to answer.

"Don't you find it in the least bit odd how you relate to at least one thing in almost everyone's life?" Peter randomly changes the subject. I'm not gonna lie, the off-topic fazes me.

I squint my eyes suspiciously at him. But I decide to back away and start walking down the hall, feeling like I should just stop communicating with Peter altogether.

Which really isn't a bad idea since he's really sketchy as is. Then add to the fact that he likes to scare the heck out of me whenever he sees the chance. And then there's the fact that he, you know, killed his own family to gain the power to kill others.

"Catch." I turn my head, which in hindsight I really shouldn't have, and end up with a face full of keys.

My only functioning good hand flies up to my, most likely red, cheek in an attempt to nurse the sharp sting. "Um, OW! Who the heck even throws keys at someone who has a hand in a sling?" I question in extreme annoyance.

He doesn't even bother to hide the dumb grin on his face while he picks up the keys from the floor. "Stop being such a whiner for two seconds and let me see."

Peter rolls his eyes, as I glare at him, while he looks over my cheek. An odd expression suddenly washes over his face -- but it's gone almost as quickly as it arrives and he backs up a few steps. "See, nothing." He retorts before strolling down the rest of the hall.

I scratch my head at his odd behavior. Then I remember it's Peter and his behavior is either extreme vagueness or extreme wanting to be the center of attention. "Well how about next time you don't throw keys at me."

He waves a hand aimlessly and presses the elevator button. "Moving on. Since I'm such a kind person I'm taking you to Derek myself." Peter explains in a bored tone. "Wouldn't want the disabled young woman running someone over now would we?"

Peter's keys clank together as he obnoxiously dangles them around in the air. He strides into the elevator once it opens and I groan in annoyance. Guess this is one of those times you have to suffer in order to get what you need.

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The trees begin to thin out as Peter drives further into the woods, making me wonder if I'm actually being taken in the right direction or not. If Peter thinks he's going to murder me and leave my body out for the wild animals, then he's got another thing coming.