HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? || P.P

T W E N T Y T W O ;

Peter regained control, screaming once again at what he'd done.
"KILL ME! JUST KILL ME!" He screamed, "This thing, it can do more than you think! Please Y/N!"
"Peter, what do you mean?" Steve asked, a little scared. Peter lost control before he could answer, the monster residing inside him took over again, "this is what he means, Steve..." With a simple point at it, he pulled a passing plane from the sky, slamming it into the ground so hard that the mark it left was more of a crack in the structure of the earth than a simple crater.

"NOO!" You screamed as hundreds of people died, just as a demonstration, their deaths achieved nothing. The force of the ground collapsing in on itself shook, making everyone fall. "See, you think of me as evil? Well you wouldn't be wrong. But I don't think you know how evil. I literally crawled my way out of hell, ending up in a weak kids body, but it gave me an advantage," the literal demon inside Peter spoke, "you all won't kill him."

"We won't need to, we'll find another way," Sam hissed, landing a few metres away. The rip in the ground where the plane had crashed began hissing, hundreds of horrifying black figures sprawled out, pushing one another out of the way. Their eyes shone red, it was enough to make you shudder. You looked to Peter, if you could even call him that anymore, his eyes too, shone the terrifying crimson. He clenched his fist and the figures stopped, they were at his command.