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A/N: Yes, it's back, and it's better than ever! Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter one! I really enjoyed it! So… on to chapter two! Oh, and BTW, I'm listening to Wicked again. Go out and buy it immediately! It is the awesomest musical in the universe!
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Chapter Two
Darkness whirled in Peter's head. No thoughts, no colors or sentences. Just black.
Susan wept bitterly. It pained her more to see him, his hands swollen, his face bloody, than her own wounds did.
Lucy clutched Susan, hugged her, her face buried deep in her sister's shoulder. She too, was weeping.
Edmund sat on the ground, not even looking at the shell that had once been his brother, the flesh of what was now an animal. He was making no noise, his shoulders were not rising and falling with sobs, but salty tears made their mark on his blood-crusted face.
The Pevensies thought their brother was lost. True, thought Susan he breathed still, and his heart was still pumping, but when Susan looked into his eyes, she saw no trace of Peter. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and Peter's soul was empty.
Susan couldn't understand what had caused the violence, the madness. All three siblings were bruised or bleeding, victims to their brother's attacks.
The most confusing thing was that Peter wasn't naturally violent. He had come to despise the fighting, the killing. Of course, he really hadn't been the same since he returned from the cave.
He had grown distant, he couldn't seem to focus. His eyes were always focusing on something far away, looking ahead. Susan had no idea what had happened in the cave, but she had a feeling it was the cause of the change.
Peter moved slightly. His arms flew up to his face, and he gave an unintelligible cry. Whatever he was dreaming about, it was hurting him.
Susan wanted to get closer, to calm him, but she was also scared of being attacked again. The medic had carefully removed the arrow in his arm, the arrow that had stopped his attacks. Susan gripped it in her right hand now, lines of fear, worry, and sorrow etched on her face, making her seem tens of years older.
The sister watched in pain as her brother struggled against an unseen assailant…
Peter thrashed out at the guards that came to take him away, back to her. Tears streamed down his face, unchecked. He bit and scratched, but the stony-faced guards simply kicked him, beat him until he resisted no more, then dragged him away.
He bowed his head, swimming in his own despair, drowning in it. He made no attempt to move as the guards tied him down the crimson table, a wooden table not naturally the red color it was now. Peter stared straight ahead at the ceiling, his mind not focused on the small room he had spent far too much time in. He didn't even flinch when she entered, didn't even look at her.
He heard her talking to him, goading him into making an angry outburst, but he didn't hear her words. He didn't even react when she lit the match, the fire licking eagerly at the wood. The fire was hungry for his flesh, for him. Still, he did not move.
It was only when he felt the distant pain that he made any movement as the match was laid on his bare forearm, the wood ablaze. The smell of his own burning flesh filled his nostrils, but he didn't do anything other than scream, to give her the reaction she needed to quit.
He felt weak, tired. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up, but he had no intention of trying to escape. He had long given up on that idea. As his reflexes, or what was left of them, took over, the pain became more and more distant, dulling itself to a pounding.
Peter closed his eyes and found relief in the darkness of an inactive mind…
A/N: Did you like it? I worked very hard on it, and am very proud of this chapter. I hope you like it. Please review! It will make me very happy. BTW, the whole last section was a flashback, if you didn't know. Or it might have been a dream, a sort of flashback dream. Oh well. I don't know. Review!