Graveyard Shifts - A 001 Fan-fiction

Chapter Seven: Doubt

I lay there reading a story about a beautiful witch who's best friends with a princess to steal her prince... I've always had a taste for fantasy and especially fairytales, even if they were meant for children. It sparked joy in my heart, making me feel young and innocent again.

That feeling was quickly interrupted by a loud banging at my door.

My body froze as I looked up at the metal door, unable to move or speak...my hair standing up straight.

"BANG BANG BANG"

The sound rattled my eardrums as I closed my book and backed against the headboard of my bed. I wasn't that good of a fighter, though I remember my dad enrolling me into a martial arts class my freshman year because of all the serial killers on the news. I guess now is as good as time ever to put those rusty skills to practice.

I heard keys jingle at my door, the lock shook a bit with each incorrect key they put it, sending my heart free falling to my stomach each time.

A small click from the door indicated that my only barrier from whatever was thrashing outside can come inside now.

Before I could process what was going on, men in dark uniforms grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the ground, along with a sharp electric shock into my side.

I screamed out in pain and arched my back, digging the back of my head into the tiled floor. I looked around and caught a glimpse of Brenner standing outside my door.

Another shock, he was gone... something else took his place. My body anticipated another shock but the weight above me let off as I saw Peter throw the man on top of me to the ground.

I never thought he would be strong enough to take someone head-on, but it seemed with every blow he managed to do inhuman damage.

My eyes opened and closed as I looked over at Peter, his hand was outstretched and the other man in the room screamed, dropping to the ground near me.

Was I hallucinating? This all felt like a fever dream.

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I awoke in my room, tidy as normal... like I hadn't just been attacked out of random. I sat up but was instantly put back down from the pain in my side along with a headache pulsing at the front of my forehead.

Did that happen?

I groaned and lay back down with a groan, putting my hands on my forehead to try and dull the pain. It only did a little, though that's only because my hands were freezing... actually my entire body was freezing. I snuggled into my blankets with a sour expression and closed my eyes.

What a fan-fucking-tastic way to spend my weekend... bruised and bedridden.

My door squeaked open as I flinched, sitting up quickly and backing against my headboard, but it was only Peter. I squinted my eyes and furrowed my brows.

"How are you feeling?" He asked nervously, bringing in a glass of water and some pain medicine.

"I'm fine... what happened?" I asked dazed, only remembering the situation in small snippets.

Peter brushed his white pants with his hands and sat down on my bed, putting a large, slender hand up to my forehead and temples.

I moved away slightly, still wary of Arthur's words. Could I trust anyone here? Would Peter end up being on the side of those who hurt me?

I met his sad eyes as he pulled his hand away. "I brought you some medicine, it might help with the aching." He said softly and passed me the glass of water.