Breaking Chains, Rising Vigilante

Chapter 1: This is When My Life Begins

Peter didn't ask for any of this.

He didn't ask to get beaten emotionally and physically every day just to get back up and do it all over again the next day.

He didn't ask to be born into this. Born into the despair. The agony. The bloodshed. The brutally cruel world.

He didn't ask for his parents to be scientists at a hydra facility.

He didn't ask to be experimented and abused ever since he was born.

He didn't ask for this life style even if he knew he could never truly leave it.

The universe was just sent out against him before he was even born.

He didn't know anything outside of hydra besides what he was taught. What he was forced to do.

He knew ever since day one that life is not fair. That he would have to work hard to get what he wants. That he would have to deal with his pain. Bury his emotions inside a locked cage to never be let out.

He cannot show weakness.

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He's running. He doesn't know how far or how long he's been running for. All he knows is this is his only chance for freedom, for the life he truly wants.

All he knows is that his so called parents just died in the plane crash and that he's the only survivor. He doesn't know if he should mourn them or be happy. He found out that he doesn't care. It's not like they ever really cared about him anyways.

If they did he would never had to be put through the abuse. The punishments. The torture.

He's running through a forest somewhere on the outskirts of New Jersey. He only knows this because they were heading to New Jersey for a mission.

The sun was starting to set. The animals slowly started to hide within the shadows and trees, settling in their respective resting places before the nocturnal animals begin to stir.

He doesn't stop though. He doesn't stop when he almost trips on a root. He doesn't stop when a bunny jumps in front of him. He doesn't stop for anything. Maybe that should've told him he should take a break but he knew he couldn't afford it. Couldn't afford the risks.

It's well past midnight when he starts to doubt himself. He knew it was pitched black. The only thing offering light were the barely shining stars. He silently thanked his enhanced vision before deciding to climb a tree to plan the next course of action. He knew if he kept running he could only get more lost. He doesn't even know if he found himself deeper within the forest or closer to a road.

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Crack!

He jumps awake, scanning his surroundings. He lets out a sigh when he sees a deer eating the grass. The sun is now shining, lighting up the forest. He climbs down the tree and starts to move again.

He hears his stomach growl in need for food. Shaking his head, he continues his trek. He cannot stop just to feed himself. He needs to get out. Flee to somewhere far away from the forest. Far from his past even if he knows it will continue to haunt him. Continue to corrupt his head.

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He's not sure how long it's been when he begins to pick up on the sound of multiple cars and trucks. Hesitating for only a moment, he starts to follow the sounds.

He finally reaches the tree lines. The tree lines where he would no longer be hiding from the world. Where he would be exposed. Where he would be on the run.