Sometimes, he wonders why he even continues to fight. The battle wearies him. It is long and in the end he will never win, because he is trapped in this mortal body.
Almost every moment of his consciousness is spent holding up the walls, keeping the Gaiaphage in. The Gaiaphage. It has been his enemy for so long, far too long. Even before he had this body he has been fighting it.
Perhaps the FAYZ was a mistake. But if he hadn't created it, then the Gaiaphage would have escaped into the world long ago. It would have eaten up every living thing.
And so he fights. Fights the radiation it pounds against his walls with all the strength in this mortal body. The battle has left this body weak, and he often doesn't bother to respond with it. It's not important enough, anyway.
He wonders why he helps the mortals. They will die, anyway. Mortality is fragile. Sooner or later, they will die, and so will his human body. But he will live on, because he is not mortal, he was born to fight the Gaiaphage. He gives the mortals a few of his powers, and they use them for remarkable things that he would never have thought of.
Mortals will never cease to surprise him.
But the healer was a mistake. The Gaiaphage lunged upon that, saw her power as a way to create a real body. With a real body, it could destroy his fragile mortal body in flash. In that second when he would float in the in-between worlds, it would attack. Escape the four walls. Out to the real world.
Mortals are such trouble. He often wishes he would be rid of them. Why does he even care? If they were gone, it would be so much easier. Just him and the Gaiaphage to fight until the end of time.
They will die, anyway. Why shouldn't it happen sooner rather than later?
He ponders this question. He considers letting the mortals die. Giving them a steady supply of oxygen is far more trouble than it's worth.
But then she picks him up. His "sister." Beautiful. Kind.
"Come on," She said. "Time for dinner. Munchy, munchy?"
He's actually paying attention today. The Gaiaphage has been quiet lately. It hasn't taken much of his mind to pound it down.
His "sister." She looks after him, even when others would have abandoned him long ago. In this harsh cruel world- the world he had created - his mortal body has been nothing but a drain on her. He's never seen another human like her. She should have abandoned him long ago.
Why does he even care?
She drops a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, let's get some food. Munchy, munchy?" She says again, just to clarify with him.
Mortals will never cease to surprise him.
"Munchy, munchy," He agrees, and follows her on unsteady legs to the kitchen.
A/N: Just to clarify, yes, this is Little Pete's POV. It would be scary if this was actually the way it was in the books . . . but I think he's probably just an omniscient four-year-old. Still, it's fun to imagine. Until next time! Don't forget to review :-D