Chapter 2- Brothers Split ties; Peter confronts Michael and Alyssa
Marco stood with Peter on the sandy shore, waiting for him to awaken. Whatever had happened, it had caused Peter to be filled with a hunger for revenge and to be consumed by a seemingly and unquenchable river of anger. At last, Peter finally awoke, startled by Marco's face shining like an angel in its glow.
"Peter, where's Wendy?" Marco asked. Peter's heart sank as he heard Wendy's name and his face instantly contorted into a look of pure anger and rage. "That (bleep) Alyssa took my beloved Wendy lady from me; that Son of a (bleep). When I find her, I'm going to make her meet her maker, if there even is one." Peter said, his clothes and hat appearing on his body. Peter flew into the air and prepared to take off.
"Peter, what are you doing?!" Marco yelled as the winds intensified around and between the two. "Like I said, I'm going to find Wendy. Anyone who follows me will do so at their own peril. Just go back to your wife and forget about me!" Peter screamed, flying away and leaving a trail of pixie dust in his wake. "Peter…you fool…good luck." Marco thought.
Peter didn't even know where he was going; his sense of direction was fueled by rage. It seemed as though his rage and anger were guiding him to Wendy's location.
Peter found himself in front of a place built like a fortress; although externally, it looked like a pop-up castle out of a children's book. Peter could feel Wendy's spirit crying out to him in his heart; it filled him with worry and anxiety; what was happening to her? Wendy was close, he could somehow sense that, but where was she? Better yet, where was Alyssa?
He heard screaming coming from the window above him. Was it Wendy? Cautiously, Peter flew onto the window-sill, drawing back the curtain and instantly filling with awkwardness.
Alyssa was screaming a Michael pumped into her relentlessly. Michael was having the time of his life. Alyssa was completely intoxicated by her pleasure and passion.
A buzzer went off above them and it was so sudden that Peter nearly fell of the window-sill. It was almost dawn. Alyssa stood up, moaning with lust as Michael exited her body. "It's time to give my slave her daily nightmare." She said, standing up and exiting the room.
Michael collapsed against the bed-sheets, lost in sleep. Ensured that it was safe due to the very abnormal volume of Michael's snoring, Peter crept out of the room and went after Alyssa, eager to slit her throat. Peter stalked her down a long hallway, down three flights of stairs, and finally into the dungeon. Peter threw himself into the shadows, wondering what was happening.
Alyssa stopped at a cell at the far-end of the passageway. She yanked open a wooden door and pulled a figure out of the room. Peter's heart nearly stopped; it was Wendy! But where was Alyssa taking her?
Wanting to keep the element of surprise, Peter bent to his knees. His plan was to wait until they returned, then he would strike, securing to kill and finally rescuing his beloved Wendy lady. Alyssa dragged Wendy down the hall and out of sight. Peter didn't want his beloved angel to suffer, but in order to assure Alyssa's death, it had to be done. Peter waited and waited as the hours dragged on.
At last, Alyssa and her slave returned, Peter's heart cried out to attack; this was the perfect opportunity. Peter ran forward, seeking to strike Alyssa's spinal column and effectively cripple her. Alyssa however, spun around, striking Peter in the groin with her fist. "What is it with her and hitting me in the genitals?!" Peter thought, writhing in pain. The last thing he remembered is hearing his beloved scream his name as Alyssa struck the back of his head.