Eyes In The Walls

Chapter 6: Peter

It's been hours since the rally was meant to commence.
Where is he?
I know he was supposed to be here.
Do I?
Did I even talk to a Daniel?
I've got to find Daniel!

I get up and look around the bar. Last night was fun. I sent Daniel to kill Albert?
Oh?
I hope Dauleke is okay. Luiels always was a good friend of mine.
"His names Luke." My Larrys let me know.
"Oh that one's on me. Where am I?"
"Sir? are you okay?" A fuckhead says to me.
"Fuck off before I gut you like a fish!"
The asshole backs away.
I run up and stab his throat! No I don't but I want to. My life is fun and full of funny things. I make my way to the....."Where am I going Larry?" 
"Painting District." Larry says.
"Oh! Thank you Larry!"
I love Larry he always helps me.
I make my way to the Painting District to buy some paint and before I do that I find Luke who...isn't here?
"Luke! Luke! My boy where are you!?" No response of course. This oh so bothers me. Someone must have kidnapped Luke! I have to get him back! Wouldn't want his father to get mad at me. What was his name? Hall! I did that one on my own! Joyous! I bet Albert took him. If Luke can't kill him I'll do it myself.
I walk up to the guard barracks.
"Good morning Pete!" says Flesh mask one.
"Good seeing you Peter!" A hot woman says.
I make my way into my- Is that Hall?
To my surprise it is!
Hall and that other guy at that one girls death. They are both sitting on the floor like chumps and are probably twice as smelly then the homeless! HA!
"Hall! Old friend how did you and Timothy get in here! It is oh so good seeing you two and I mean oh so good!" Of course for such good friends I unlock the door. all the homeless push me aside and thank me along with Hall and Timothy!
"Wow you are so amazing thank Peter!" Says a homeless behind me before grabbing my neck and forcing me into a cage. I hit my head.

Peter opens his eyes as he realizes where he is. A large prison cell full of shit and piss. He feels it on his hands and pants as he stands up. "Where in gods name am I!" Peter shouts out. 
"Charlie? Larry? Anyone?"
"Oh so the idiot who let all the fucking criminals out awakes!" It was the warden.
"Oh Mormon Its so good to see you. I believe you made a mistake here why am I In a cell?"
"You let out ten inmates and there all gone you idiot!"
"I'm sorry. can you let me out now?"
The warden begins to walk away. A guard walks to the opposite and stands at the wall staring at Peter.
"I'll pay you! Just say I escaped!" The guard got close.
"Here." Peter pulls out screws from his pocket.
The guard gets along against the bars. Peter gets close and pushes the guards helmet off and grabs his V neck just close enough to hit his head on the bars. After smashing a few times he dropped the guard and grabbed his keys, letting himself out. On his way out he dropped screws on the unconscious guard.
Peter made his way to the painting district then the Richer neighborhood. He made his way down the street knowing he had to save Luke. He knocked on Alberts door. No answer. He knocked again this time more aggressive. Still no answer. 
"All I want is Luke, Albert!" The door was slammed open from the opposite end and Peter lost balance hitting the marble floor. 
A women with a shotgun exited the building and aimed the gun at Peter's head.
"Wait don't shoot!" 
But before he could let out another word he had died.

I guess that's it. huh? Just like that I die. A pointless life a meaningless death.

I wake up Saturday. Eggs are being scrambled in the other room while I sat in my room Just me and Larry. 
"Larry?"
"..."
"Larry I know your there."
"Peter you are so obnoxious with your top bunk."
"Larry, do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in twenty years?
"After I graduate high school I'm never talking to you again."
"Oh come on you cannot be serious."
"It's only six in the morning let me get some sleep."
"Sorry, Larry."

A life of so much misery and for what?

"Larry!"
"Oh my god Peter can't you see I'm working."
"Come on Larry we never talk!"
"Alright. What do you want?"
"I need some advice, I've been talking to this girl names Susan and me and her are going on a date! Got any pointers?"
"Pointers? Hmmm. Open the door for her, chicks dig that. Also don't be so exuberant. Maybe wear something nicer then that old College hoodie?"
"Got it, thanks Larry!" 
"Good luck man!"