Peter walked into his home, looked around, then threw his backpack at the wall and ran up into his room, and cried. A couple of minutes later after that, peter walked downstairs and looked out the window. It was a stormy, raining, night, he could see Toronto in the far distance, but only the city lights could be seen. He sighed and thought of his stupid decision falling in love with tren in the first place, his train of thought was broken when he noticed a dark figure, down the street looking at him, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, and underneath a lamp post. Peter shuddered, until a car pulled up and the figure got in, and the car raced off, Peter sighed in relief thinking about the horror movie The Strangers he saw a couple of years ago. "...y'know...you can't just...blame tren..he probably doesn't love me back...y'know what? I'm gonna tell him...I'm gonna tell him I love him..." Peter said to himself, "or not....judging by what Jason would do...that fucker..." Peter wasn't like this at all, he was upset, angry, even at the verge of grabbing a knife and stabbing Jason over and over again, just what the monster wants.
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The monster walked around the forest, with a detached leg in it's hand, and a cow skull in the other. Smiling at his recent kill, a whole camp ground of teenagers, a few escaped, others were dead. The monster sniffed the air and found a scent of bad vibes, and anger, the perfect recipe for a new kill. But there's also a familiar scent, a scent witch he has smelled before, but what? It finally hit him when he saw the old house, the same house where he killed CJ Kelly all those years ago, he walked to the house with a smile, hoping to finish the job, o so many years ago.
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Peter got done eating his dinner, and was washing the dishes, still angry at himself and Jason. "....siiighh....fuck this place...fuck Toronto...and fuck Jason..." He thought, he got done and walked upstairs, until he saw a shadow fly across the side of his vision, he spun around and stood his ground, "..w-who's there?!" Peter yelled, but No one answered. "...please god...please let that be a dog...or a bat..." All of a sudden peter noticed a shadow loomed over him, he slowly turned around, and saw...Him..again, the same horns, the claws, the smiling grin, and most of all those red eyes, looking back at him. "...when I'm around.....THERE IS NO GOD TO PRAY TO..." peter fell backwards as the monster unsheathed his claws, "..O-OH GOD!!!" Peter got up and darted upstairs, "...aawww....I just wanna talk petey!!" The monster yelled as he chased peter up the stairs by crawling, peter ran into his room and locked the door. He rushed underneath his bed and hid, and the monster bashed the door down, "he hears me... doesn't he?" The thought raced across Peter's mind as he was hiding under his bed, big and loud heavy footsteps walked into his room.
"I have to get out...I have to!" Peter softly said to himself, He crawled out from underneath his bed---until a shot of pain goes through his ankle, he looks down and sees a big ghastly hand, piercing his skin with it's sharp claws causing it to bleed.
And one glowing eye
Dark red as his blood.
And a big toothy bloody grin.
"FOUND YOU"
Peter screamed and used his other foot to kick the hand, the ghastly hand let go and the monster yelped in pain, "GRRR!!!! YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!" The monster yelled at peter , as peter limped downstairs and out the door, crying, knowing that the monster that killed his father was back, and this time, he's not letting peter go off that easily.
Peter still ran and ran, not looking back, afraid that the monster was right behind him, as he ran, he heard the upbeat music of a party, he looked up to see a house with a bunch of lights flashing out of it. He ran in the house and looked around, multiple kids were there dancing, partying, some were making out on the kitchen table even. He walked around calling for help, "HELP!!! ANYONE?!! THERE'S....THERE'S A MONSTER!!! A BIG ONE WITH RED EYES!!! SHARP CLAWS!!" no one listened, because the sound was too loud for anyone to hear him, some people did hear him, but they thought he was just insane and stupid. "...anyone?! ...please...please help....please help me..." Peter backed up into the wall, and slid down, and held his head down and cried, "...peter?" Peter looked up to see a coyote, wearing a neon rainbow croptop, "..t-tren? ...o-oh my god you gotta help me!!" Tren helped peter up and led him to the bathroom, "...Jesus Christ your leg..." Peter looked down and four claw marks pierced into his leg, making it bleed, "..o-oh shit... that's what I've been trying to say..." Tren looked up at peter as he set him on the toilet and looked at his leg, he then bandaged it up and peter started crying. "..P-peter? What's wrong?" Tren said "..a...god i sound fucking crazy but....there's a monster...it did this...it chased me around my house and dug his hand into my ankle...i know...I sound like I'm crazy but I'm telling the truth!! You see it right here!!" Peter cried, tren looked at Peter's leg again, and sighed, "...I...I believe you..." Peter looked down, "...I don't believe you..." Peter replied, tren looked up at peter and sat right by him. Peter sat down on the ground looking at his bandaged ankle, and tren sat by him putting his arm around him, "...how's douchbag Jason?" Peter said, "...still the same...." Tren said sadly, "...he's a stupid asswipe to be honest..." Peter looked at tren, "..yeah? ...how so?" Peter said with a confused tone, "he hurts me...yells at me...tells me to do what the fuck he tells me to do... y'know...like my grandmother!" Peter looked down, "..i hear you..." Peter started crying again, thinking about those eyes, those cold, dead, demonic red eyes, "..t-those eyes....they...fucking hell...I can't get them out of my head!!! I can't!!" Peter stood up and held his head in his hands, tren looked at him and stood up aswell, "...peter...calm down..." Tren said softly, peter swiftly turned around and said "I can't calm down!! Not with that...that...thing out there!!-" all of a sudden, Tren kissed him, right on the lips. Peter's eyes widened up, his heart pumping, not from fear, but from love. Tren stopped kissing and put his hand on Peter's chest, "...are you calm now?" Peter, red as a tomato, nodded quickly, "..y-y-yeah....tr-tren?" Peter said stuttering, "yes peter?" Tren said softly as he looked up at peter, "..d-do.......do you...do you love me?" Peter said blushing hard as hell, tren smiled and laughed a bit, "..yeah...yeah I do..." Peter smiled a bit, "..i-i do too....heh..." Tren smiled as they both held hands, "...y'know....your lips are better then jason's...." Tren said as they kissed again.
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The monster paced around the house, and sniffed the air, Peter's scent was gone, "..DAMN IT!!!" the monster yelled, "..grrr....great...a good meal...wasted!!! ...but I'll be back...I will definitely be back..." He then grabbed the same leg he was eating and punctured a vein, producing a whole lot of blood, he then wiped a message on Peter's bathroom mirror, and smiled, as he wrote the words, I WILL BE BACK - CHARLIE
Charlie walked out of the house, awaiting for the next time he and peter will meet again.
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MONSTERS WITHIN
HorrorPeter's life was changed, the night his father was killed by a mythical beast; the Wendigo. Now 13 years later, moved to Toronto Canada with his Aunt, going to a new highschool, and meeting new people. To start a new life so to speak. But when mang...
