Peter

The Birth Of The Shadow Of The Night

Every night you would see him. Going around in the heart of the cities, collecting children as he goes. He flies as fast as lightning and nothing can stop him, but only the light of day.

Peter was once an average boy, but depression took over him, and he wasn't Peter anymore, but another lost soul. But Peter was never at peace with himself, so he resurrected in a place called Neverland. But this was no ordinary place. It was full of peace and serenity. Something Peter never knew that it existed.

By time, Peter became familiar with this place, but he never found another soul on it. He didn't like being alone, so he went down to the world and saw many unhappy children just like Peter. Peter knew how difficult their lives were. But one day, one child changed his aspect of mind and that is where the shadow of the night was born.

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Peter went down to the city of London, where a boy his age (16) was having a terrible nightmare about him being covered in blood, his body being ripped apart by the boy himself. Peter could sense his joy as he ripped his skin. He checked his uncovered body, scars where marked all over his body. From his chest, to his arms to his legs and feet. They looked like deep fissures. Surprisingly he didn't die. Peter put his arms on his forehead and closed his eyes. He found himself standing behind the boy. The boy continued to look at himself in the mirror, ripping his skin. He didn't notice Peter. When Peter held his shoulder , the boy froze, and turned around. "Who are you?" asked the boy. "I am Peter, I am just like you." Peter said rolling up his sleeve and showing him the cut artery. "I recently died and I am in a better place now called Neverland... Would you like to join me?" he said, offering him his hand. The boy kept staring at him. Peter could feel the sense of joy and delight. He could see the amusement in his eyes. The boy slowly grabbed Peter's hand and they both went outside of his body. 

They looked down, upon the boy's body. The boy turned to Peter "My name is Alarc....Thank you" he said, tears rolling down his eyes as he hugged Peter."You don't know how long I have been waiting for this" said the boy, trembling as he mumbled the words out. Peter sensed joy in his heart as he helped a boy escape his own nightmare. They both looked down at Alarc's body. That is when Peter felt the urge to kiss the dead body's forehead, the kiss of death. 

Peter and Alarc flew off to Neverland and that was when Peter knew, he can save other young people from killing themselves, by helping them to die without any pain, unlike him.