Because of you I cry
Written by: Thundere
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I own no content nor do I make any profit of it.
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Prologue
May 9th, 1977
Droplets of blood covered the cold bathroom floor as the dying man sank down onto his knees.
The warm water from the shower poured onto the floor, slowly transforming into a pinkish fluid.
Peter drew a gasp-full of air, and raised his gaze to stare at his assailant; he couldn't believe his own eyes.
His aching heart almost giving in as he felt tears form, slowly and ever so gently ascend his cheeks. Thin lips quivered as he tried to speak.
"It... It's - you!"
The assailant smirked, showing his white teeth, resembling a predator right before the final strike.
A hand, safely covered in a dark brown leather glove, brushed against the wall, in the process smearing a string of blood.
"Indeed, it is me," a pleasant tone was heard. The meekness of his usual sultry voice was completely lacking.
The shamefaced tone with layers of sheer malevolence made those four whispered words all the more appalling.
Rather than the newly used gun in his left hand, it was the changed demeanor of his voice that made the man seem frightening.
In the last moments of Peter's life, for the first time ever, he was scared of the man he had known for the better part of his life.
He felt scared, and betrayed. The feeling of betrayal truly hurt Peter more than the bullet wounds did.
But even that awful feeling of betrayal, disappointment and sadness was giving up on him.
He truly wished that his life didn't have to end this way, not by the hands of him, of all people. That fact alone was painful enough to kill him, Peter.
The very last sensation Peter felt as he drew his final breath of life, was simply sadness.
The unknown perpetrator, the killer of said Peter Campbell, sound out a chilling laugh as he looked down on his victim.
His dark vicious eyes scorching.
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Scene break
May 10th, day after Peter's death
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Location: Campbell's residence, 2 hours prior to the discovery of Peter's body
"So? Why does he have to come, he's a complete bastard," Bob, the dummy, protested.
"Because he's family, and you shouldn't say that about him, even if it's the truth," Chuck answered his better half, his voice laced with annoyance.
While Bob certainly raised a good point, Chuck's meek nature and dislike of arguing with people, kept him from expressing his genuine thoughts and generally low opinion of his older brother.
Perhaps it was for the better that no one knew what Chuck truly felt for Peter. That way, chances of people bothering him with pointless arguments was basically nonexistent.
Bob turned his head towards the kitchen door, when Burt Campbell, the father of Chuck and Peter Campbell, walked into the small kitchen.
"Where are you going, you seem happier than usual," Bob asked Burt. Not that Bob/Chuck was interested in the answer, they just needed an opening.
Burt laughed, his eyes sparkling. 'Ok, either he's gone off the deep end, or he's just got lucky,' Chuck/Bob thought. 'And I seriously hope it's the former.'
"Ah, it's nothing," Burt said dismissively and went to the fridge, opened the door and grabbed a carton of orange juice.
Burt opened the carton of juice and took a few zips - straight from the carton. "Would you please get a glass, and not just drink right out of the carton," Chuck asked, his nose crinkled with disgust.
"Yeah," Bob agreed. "Just because you have no problem getting diseases from strange people, doesn't mean we wish to catch, like, the black plague, or something."
Burt raised an eyebrow, while Chuck just stared disbelievingly at Bob. Bob looked between the father and son, broke the silence with one word; "what?".
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Scene break
Same morning
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Location: Peter Campbell's apartment
"Hello? Peter, are you there," Corinne asked, while impatiently knocking on the front door. One minute passed. Two minutes passed, but still no one answered the door.
Corinne opened her brand new white purse, and took out the spare key Peter had given her three weeks earlier, when she'd decided to move in with him.
She put the key in the keyhole, unlocked the door and turned the doorknob. "Peter? You home?"
'Strange,' Corinne thought. 'He said he'd wait for me here.' Corinne closed the door and stepped inside the tiny apartment.
Hearing the sound of water hitting the floor, Corinne figured Peter must be in the shower and left her purse on the king sized bed before heading to the bathroom.
Corinne stopped in front of the bathroom door when she heard a soft splashing sound. She looked down to her feet.
She was standing in a pool of water, coming from underneath the doorframe. She hesitantly put her hand on the doorknob, dread twisting inside, and slowly opened the door.
It took mere seconds for Corinne to understand what or rather who she was seeing.
Corinne swallowed hard, stared at the carcass and slowly lifted her gaze to stare at the bloody letters that covered the left side of the wall. Boo, I got you!
And then, she screamed.
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AN:
The date/year used, may not be the same used in the show. I couldn't remember the date so I just made one up on the spot.
For you who have seen the 2nd season of Soap, this story is slightly AU, so the killer won't be the same character from the show. Just saying.
And for you who haven't seen the 2nd season yet, well, I won't spoil it. You just have to see it for yourself. ;)
Additional note, no OC's will be used in this story.
Until next time, then.
/ Thundere