Wolf Peter Parker

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 Blinking, peter opened his eyes. Wherever he was, it was dark. He didn't like the dark. He always had his nightlight in his room, but here no light could be seen. He shuffled around in the dark, before realizing two things. He appeared to have something heavy around his ankles. He did not have Mr. Rabbit. He could deal with the other thing later, but where was his rabbit?! Quickly starting to panic, he pat the ground for his plush rabbit. Small fingers met dirt and dust, no sign of their prize. Tears started to form as he frantically searched.

 Where was his momma? Where where his papa? Where was mr. rabbit? Where was his nightlight? Why was it so dark? Why aren't momma and papa helping him?

 The tears turned into a steady flow as questions flew through his head. He ended up tripping on whatever was around his ankles, scrapping his knees. Small wails forced their way out, and suddenly the room filled with light. Blinding light. It stung his eyes as footsteps echoed towards him. A hand swiftly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. A man with strikingly blue eyes and a permanent scowl stared him down. "Now look here child. I'll have none of that. Keep quiet or you will be punished." With that, the man left. The lights stayed on, making peter feel just a bit more comfortable in the strange foreign place.

 With the light in his favor, he'd found his rabbit. Hugging it close to his body, he curled up on the cold floor. I want to go home. Little did he know, he was "home."

  Days speed by like seconds for Peter. No one entered the room after the blue eyed man. It appeared that he was not going to be feed here... His stomach protested and demanded food, but remained empty. Peter tried to keep track of the time, but lost concentration after 2 days. Luckily water was always found in the far corner of the room, nearest to the metal door. The light had helped him identify the chains around his ankles, and the raw skin beneath them. The chains were just long enough to reach the water, but not enough to reach the door.

 It seemed like this would go on forever, but fate had other plans. The metal door screeched as it was pushed open, sounding like a dying animal. The blue eyed man stood there, scowl and all. He reminded Peter of an animal he'd seen when he'd gone to the zoo. He walks like a peacock. I like peacocks... Strutting his way to Peter, the newly named Mr. Peacock knelt down beside him.

 "It's funny really. Your parents I mean. They always acted so untouchable, yet all it took was a single bullet." Peter's head snapped towards the Peacock man. Peter's brows furrowed, and he felt his eyes mist over. Mr. Peacock didn't seem fazed. "What's wrong little one? Was it something I said?" Lunging at him, Peter felt his rather small teeth dig into the man's arm. A small yelp rang out from Mr. Peacock, most likely from surprise. "HEY!" A rough hand yanked him back, shoving him into the concrete floor. Peter's eyes meet the rather crazed Peacock's. Slowly, the man wrapped his hand around Peter's throat.

"Do. Not. Attack. Me." With each word, the hand tightened around his throat. Soon he found himself wheezing, desperately searching for oxygen. Mr. Peacock stared at him for a while, as if debating whether or not to let go. When his sight became blurred and black, the man finally released him. "You act like a dog" the man spat with hatred. Then his eyes lit up. A sadistic grin crawled onto his face. "You act like a dog, so why not be one?"

  The next thing Peter knew he was somewhere else, strapped onto a table. People with white coats and needles surrounded him. The man was one of them. Smiling, Mr. Peacock said two words before a needle was jabbed into his neck. "Good luck." 

(AnD mAy ThE oDdS bE eVeR iN yOuR fAvOr— Sorry-)