ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙ; ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʟʟᴀʀᴅ 🌶✨

part 22: gunshots ricochet

TW: Guns, blood, manipulation, death.
A/n: sorry, it's unedited, will be edited and corrected by tmrw.

You were sitting on the couch watching TV. Peter was still asleep in your bedroom, and you eyes were beginning to grow heavy once more.

It was around 7 am, and you had woken up, but not been able to fall back asleep, so you came out to the living room.

You heard footsteps from behind you and smiled. The love of your life was finally awake.

"Morning, Pete." You said.
He didn't respond.
"Morning Peter." You repeat yourself a little louder this time, but he still doesn't say anything.

You turn around, confused, and you see him, only he's not your Peter.

This Peter has a cloudy expression on his face and his eyes are dark. You look down at his clothes, white t-shirt and black shorts...
But his clothes are covered in blood. Blood that doesn't look like his own.

"Peter-"
His gaze flicks to you.
"Morning baby." He says, a slow, scary smile spreading across his face.

Your eyes fly open and you sit up quickly, breathing heavily and look around. The moonlight is streaming through the window and illuminating the room.
Your bedroom. Your in the bedroom.
But you notice Peter isn't next to you, and his side of the bed is messy, like he got out of bed in a hurry and didn't bother to fix it.
Why was he up in the middle of the night?
You pull the covers off your body and stand up, stepping out of the room and into the kitchen.
"Peter?" You call throughout the house, your voice echoing.
You walk into the living room and notice the TV is on.
"Peter!" You yell again. You open your mouth, about to yell again when you feel a hand clamp down around your mouth. Startled, you scream, but a familiar hand meets wraps around your waist.
"Y/n..." he says, his voice hushed, but you can still hear his tone.
Worried. He sounds so very worried.
"Y/n they're here." He says.
He slowly removes his hand from your mouth and you turn around to look at him.
No, it couldn't be. You searched his eyes, something to tell you this was a dumb prank or something.
But when has Peter ever played a prank?

"Y/n?" He says firmly, placing a hand on each of your shoulders.
"You need to go through the back door to the car. Don't start it, but take the keys, and crouch down. I'll meet you out there-"
"Peter, no." You interrupt. After all this you were not leaving him alone.
"Peter we'll go together-"
"Y/n if we leave, if we get away, they will keep coming. They will keep finding us."
At that, you're silent. You don't want him to kill anyone, and anxiety floods you. He knows it too. He can tell from your expression you aren't keen on the idea. His eyes are crystal blue as the moonlight from the window across the room illuminates them.
Suddenly the front door is blown off its hinges and it flies across the room.
In one swift movement Peter moves in front of you to block you from danger.
6 people dressed in all black military uniforms file into the house. Lights shine in yours and Peters faces.
"Hands up where we can see them." Says the one in front, pointing his gun at Peter.
You want to cry. This can't be happening.

A man in a black trench coat walks in and stood at the threshold of the house. You immediately recognize the white hair.

"Hello Peter. Hello y/n. Nice to see you again." Dr. Brenner says, putting his hands in his pockets.

Peter lifts his hands in the air and you do the same, not able to do anything else.

The man in black cocks his gun and you try to blink your tears away... and notice the couch isn't on the ground anymore, it's hovering just above the carpeted floor.

"Son, why?" Dr. Brenner asks. You can see Peters blank expression ripple and morph into something else, a look of disgust.

"Son?" He scoffed. "I wasn't a son to you. And you were never my father."
"Adopted father. After the... unfortunate accident that happened to your birth father." Brenner said, stepping into the house.
"Or rather, unfortunate incident. It wasn't quite an accident, was it Peter?"
What was he talking about? You wondered, confused.
Peters face only grew more angry. You had never seen him like this. He looked like he was about to snap. About to lash out.
"That's right y/n. It wasn't an accident." Brenner said, noticing your confusion.
"You haven't told her Peter?" He asks. Peter turns his head away from Brenner quickly.

"Peter... Peter what is-"
Before you could finish your sentence, the entire couch went flying across the room and slammed into the men dressed in black military outfits. The men fell like dominos, and so did Brenner. Someone's gun went off and you screamed. Peter snapped up to look at you, all the anger and hate dissipated, and now it was just fear.
Fear that you had been hurt.
"We should go." He said. He grabbed your hand before you could say or do anything and ran through the house. You heard another gun go off as Peter reached the back door of the house. With a hard twist, the door opened. The both of you ran, not bothering to close the door behind you and quickly climbed into the car. Somehow along the way Peter had nabbed the keys. He climbed into the drivers side and started the car and as soon as you closed the door behind you, you heard a gunshot, and a metallic clang against the car.
There was a bullet sized hole in your door.
"DRIVE PETER!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. He pressed the pedal hard and you sped off into the trees, taking sharp, zig zag turns.
The gunshots slowly grew more and more faint as you drove, bashing down thin baby trees and swerving to avoid the big ones. You let out a shriek as the car picked up air, but landed safely back on the ground.
Peter took one last sharp jerky turn and before you knew it, you were on the highway.
Peter said nothing as he drove, and neither did you. You couldn't believe that this wasn't a dream.
But it made you wonder
Could you ever live a normal life with Peter, or would loving him be the end of you?