Survival of a Madman

Survival of a Madman

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Stephen Paddock, a 64 year old man who slaughtered dozens in a horrific act of violence in Las Vegas survives after nearly being killed himself when the authorities raided his room on the 32nd floor of the Mandalay Bay. The man suddenly falls sick shortly after returning home in the aftermath of the atrocity and is cared for by his young daughter. No one knows that he is still alive as authorities withhold information relating to the attack and claim that the man had killed himself. NOTE: Stephen Paddock killed himself shortly after the attack and DOES NOT have any known children. This is FICTIONAL. As with my other stories about this horrific attack, I am not in any way trying to support or glorify this man's actions and I am in no way trying to offend those who were involved in this incident by writing these stories. Once again, this is a work of fiction.
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It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe. Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it. Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood. Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief. **NO Starker** Triggers Warnings: Substance Use/Abuse Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions Rape Threats/Mentions Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore Some Self-Harm Coarse Language Mental Illness (various) This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage Most characters, and prequel themes are owned by Marvel®

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