I should be working on other stupid stuff, but I decided that I can no longer wait to post the start of this dark story I advertised in my other fic. I couldn't wait to see my inbox fill with more Review Alerts. ;) Feel free to help anytime by reviewing this or my mammoth fic "Eternal Weaving". Like I said, with my schedule, expect updates to only happen in the weekend region.

Disc: I don't own Fringe or its characters. But I've been writing so many fics for it, it saddens me so!

Setting: This is set in the other reality. Note that Walter is EVIL in this story because this is the other-world Walter. Not the Walter-Walter who we all know is good but insane in the brain. It's all part of the darkiness of this fic. Don't want to spoil anymore than that.

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In the darkness of his 6x8 cell that would become his new home, Peter Bishop would regret the day that he had wished to meet his father…and he was only 9 years old.

Peter spent much of his childhood cooped up in his mother's house. He rarely got to see other kids. There never seemed to be many in his neighborhood for some odd reason. So his playtime was mostly consisted of his own imagination and his high intellect.

All he knew about his father was that he was known as "Doctor". Peter immediately thought that daddy must be a people doctor, one who takes care of others when they're sick. When he learned that daddy worked with children, it made Peter even happier. Perhaps he would not only get to see his father in practice, he would finally get to meet other children his age that he would hardly get to see.

His mother had little money, barely a dime to send him to a gifted school where he truly belonged. She couldn't cope with caring or supporting Peter and it was slowly showing as summertime came along. Unable to afford a babysitter, she would have no choice but to leave her son in the custody of his father while she worked.

Little did Peter know that finally meeting the "Doctor" would bring about the end of his innocence.

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His mother would drive him every morning to a gated compound outside of the city, hidden and isolated in the countryside. None of it seemed warm and welcoming, and it certainly did not look like a children's hospital. There were even Dobermans prowling the premises.

The "Doctor" (referred to here as "Dr. Walt") seemed like a messed up and mentally unstable man who was unhappy to see Peter. He had psychotic odd behaviors that frightened the poor boy. There was another doctor at the compound that was just as scary, if not moreso, whom the adults only referred to as "Bell."

Peter was placed all day everyday in an abandoned office in the basement of the main building. He was to remain in that small room or (as Dr. Walt warned him) there would be extreme punishment. It was pathetic. Peter was trapped in that small office all day. There was a television and a couch for watching and a connected bathroom he could use at least. But the isolation totally sucked and he never got to meet the children that his father claimed to work with.

This was the norm as the days went by. An assistant would come by around noon and bring a meal and some other snacks to keep him full during the day. He was more than relieved when his mother would finally come and get him every night…usually by 6pm. When driving away from the compound, Peter would often look back and see a dark shadow loom over the entire place. It made him look less forward to having to come back every time.

As the days went by, Peter would bring with him toys and books to keep himself occupied in the office. He even found a way to hook up his complicatedly-wired video game system to the TV. After that, he was set.

One day however, Peter realized that he was playing too much video games. He finally defeated his most difficult game although it took him days to do so. His stomach started growling.

He checked the clock and realized that it was 7:30pm.

This was strange…his mother was NEVER late. And damn, was he starving. He had to eat a bag of potato chips for dinner. Now he was groaning and a bit worried about his mother. She had been acting strange and distant from Peter after all, as if she was being quite hesitant about something.

Peter wanted answers. Still, he didn't want to anger his estranged father by stepping out of the room. The phone in the office was dead. No matter how many attempts his genius brain would try to fix the old rotary, it couldn't be done. Instead he occupied himself by watching primetime television, the stuff that his mother wouldn't let him watch at home.

It was now around 11:30 when the late night talk shows were on. He was still trapped in the office…ready to fall asleep on the couch.

Then he started hearing unusual noises similar to a bug zapper. The lights in the room began to flicker on and off. It frightened Peter. He never had to remain in a situation like this so alone and so late at night.

Suddenly all the lights in the rooms went off along with the television leaving Peter in total darkness. He was about to cry when he saw flashes of light coming through the small window in the room. There was no boom to accompany it so it couldn't have been a thunderstorm.

He got on top of a table by the window so he could peek out. Something was not right about ANY of this. There was one other building that Peter could see through the window and that became the source of the flashing lights. He could see powerful electrical surges spark and ignite from inside that building from a few windows. In the other windows, window could see orange flashes of light, flickering like fire.

Fire and lightening inside of one building? It was a frightening image that Peter did not need in this darkness. Where was his mother?! Why had she not come for him yet?! Perhaps all the zapping and disturbing noises in that building was of a factory at work. He wasn't sure. He didn't know if he wanted to be sure.

Then he heard something a bit more high-pitched. He didn't want to bet his life on it but it was quite clear. They were screams. Peter shuddered when he realized…no adult could scream in a high pitch like that…

…those were the screams of children coming from that building.

Peter couldn't take it anymore! He had to get out of here! So he ran to the office door. It was locked obviously. He dug through the drawers of the office desk until he found paper clips. The upside of being a boy genius was knowing how to use these tools when needed. Too bad his father was never around to realize this.

He unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was empty and dark. He could hear rapid movement coming from the floor above him. Peter wanted nothing more than to go up there, but he couldn't see where he was going in the darkness.

Much to his shock, the lights suddenly came back on in that hallway and standing before Peter…was Dr. Walt, a VERY angry Dr. Walt. Peter could sense the outrage and was quivering, on the verge of tears. He could've ran straight back into the office if he wanted to, but he was too scared to move.

"I told you to stay in the office!" Dr. Walt growled. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I…" Peter was unable to answer.

"You'll have to answer for this now!" Dr. Walter grabbed Peter painfully by the shoulder and dragged him upstairs.

Peter couldn't muster the courage to give his father an answer until they got to the first floor. "I heard kids screaming."

"That's none of your concern."

"What are you doing to them?!"

"BE QUIET!"

Dr. Walt had taken Peter and threw him into a small closet. "You're to remain here until morning…when we decide what to do with you!" Dr. Walt slammed the door on his boy and blocked it to ensure he didn't try to break out.

Peter didn't know what else to do but to bang on the door calling out for the Doctor as "Daddy". But now he had his doubts about this man being his father. Daddies wouldn't resort to locking up their children in the dark, scared and alone.

From inside that closet Peter could still hear those strange noises…and the screams of the children now much closer, much louder. These sounds would force him to stay awake in that dark closet with no sleep…and no mother…to comfort him.

But eventually, he did fall asleep…only to be woken up by the door opening. Dr. Walt and Bell were there, looking down on him.

"Your mother…" Dr. Walt said coldly. "Has abandoned you. She has left the state."

Peter was stunned. His mommy? Gone? His mommy left him?!

Bell gave a malicious smile as he asked the boy. "Do you know what the law says about children who are abandoned in this state, Peter?"

He shook his head, eyes tearing up in fear…too scared to speak.

"There are many states in the country where scientists are allowed to do anything they wish with various subjects. This is a facility where we experiment with children…children who are abandoned. People come here to willingly give their offspring to us so that we own them…use them in the name of science."

The boy just stood there confused by the doctor's words.

"Your mother has abandoned you," said Bell. "Therefore we have a right to make you a part of our work."

Peter looked to Dr. Walt, a man he barely knew, but a man whom he shared his blood with. "Da…"

Dr. Walt did not respond. He showed no emotion when a pair of assistants grabbed his sole kin. Bell and Dr. Walt led them out of the main building and across the compound. The Dobermans got angsty at the sight of the small child but Bell commanded them to stay back.

There was a long cold concrete building with no windows that they went into. Once they got inside, Bell opened a large cold steel door to reveal a dark narrow hallway. That's when the horrifying sound began to echo from within…

…the moans and cries of children.

Peter was dragged passed a long row small metal doors, all lined up along the same side. There were no windows but he could distinctively hear them, boys and girls crying in pain…some banging on the doors, screaming to be let out.

Each of the 26 doors was marked with a letter…starting with "A", then "B", then "C", and so on.

Much to Peter's horror, the group paused and Bell opened one metal door…a door with a big "P" on it. "This is your future now, boy." Without a spare moment to protest, Peter was thrown in. By the time he turned back to the door, it had been slammed shut on him.

All he could do was focus on that door that encased him inside this cramped dark space. "Daddy!!!"

Peter banged on the door mercilessly. He already knew though that his situation was just as hopeless for him as it was for the other children he knew were near. "Don't do this, daddy!!!"

His cries seem to be only ones he could hear. One would think that perhaps the other children were silenced by shock. He was calling out to one of them as his father after all. Nothing would come as more traumatic to a child than the idea of being imprisoned by a parent.

But now it was happening…to the young and gifted Peter Bishop no less. To be treated no better than an animal in a small cage, frightened, abandoned, and alone…

"DAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYY!!!"