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Chapter 5: His Sin

Peter PoV ~

I looked up at the ceiling, counting the white-washed tiles one by one, row by row. My hands were trembling along with my shoulders and I gritted my teeth together as I thought. I had been released from my restraints, now in a cell with a glass-like door. Captain Eyepatch was back all dressed in his formal attire, that arrogant bastard; he would be the main target. It was all his fault I was stuck here! I let my head fall back against the metal wall and slid down slowly till I was sitting on the ground. What was I thinking?! I couldn't kill someone! I worked for that very man, he was my fucking "boss"!

His mouth was moving, attempts of conversation only ended in failure. Did he expect me to listen to his bullshit?!

"Ugh! Shut up already!" I covered my ears, "I don't need your help!"

The voice was still there… Every one of my senses were overloading. My ears felt like they were bleeding under the fabric of my mask and splotches of light flashed through my closed eyes. The air was heavy and thick with the taste of iron building up in my mouth. God, I felt like throwing up my stomach, it felt so much like acid eating away at my insides. I ripped my mask off and started to dry heave, the violent coughs forced out small drops of red onto the ground. It was just too much for me as I wiped the small stain of blood on the corner of my lip.

This place needed to burn, I had to get rid of the source of my suffering. Yet… was it really right? Destroying the only place keeping the threats of the world in chains? But… But I was chained up here… Don't they know I'm a good person? D-Did I kill someone? Surely I hadn't? I stopped my heaving and stared at Fury with cruel eyes.

I stared at his neck. Wouldn't it be easy? So easy to wrap my hands around his neck? So… Very… Easy… to twist it round? Twist it 'till it snapped. My hands twitched. Wrap, Twist, Snap, Wrap, Twist, Snap! Something was bubbling in my chest.

"Tell me Parker, have you ever… killed?"

I stared at Fury. Where did that question come from?

"Of course I haven't!"

There was a voice, "LIAR…"

I would never!

"Really?"

Really! I wouldn't dare!

"Hah! What a laugh!"

I-I didn't do anything!

"Don't you remember? That day?"

I didn't… it wasn't my fault!

"Of course it was!"

…

I closed my eyes, covered my ears and the world went black…

Flashback ~

Peter stood frozen in place, staring at the scene before him. A growing puddle of red surrounded his now-ruined sneakers. His eyes were dull compared to their usually lively shade of dark brown. With eyes wide open and face pulled into a cruel smile, he kneeled down to the still breathing thug and brought his favorite pocket knife, a gift from his father, down upon the man's jugular vein. Just as his father taught him to…

Satisfied with his work, he wiped the considerably long blade against another thug's white shirt, leaving a small stain. Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips and he shook them to get some off. The entire alleyway was red and so were his hands.

Then everything came back to him. He could smell the stench of the cooling bodies. Feel the chill of November's wind. His eyes started to fill with clear tears until they rolled down his cheeks and dripped from his round chin. It was terrifying. Terrifying to acknowledge that he had done this. That he had killed to man. It didn't matter if they were some robbers, he didn't have to stab them! They were already down!

"Why… Why didn't I call the police?" he whispered to himself, "Why did I take their lives?"

The sound of distant sirens startled Peter and he ran off, away from the alleyway, away from his sin. He bumped into someone. It was his favorite bodyguard, Gavin.

"You did well Peter, just like your father."

Peter stared up at him.

"But isn't it wrong?"

"They tried to hurt you first, right?" Gavin gestured to the alleyway now being investigated by some police, "You protected yourself and they deserved it."

"O-Of course…" Peter nodded nervously, "We need to leave! The police are here!"

Gavin sighed, "Your father would be proud, Peter." He grabbed the boy's hand reassuringly.

"Proud… Yeah, he would be… wouldn't he?" Peter said as they walked away hand in hand, the sight of a crime, a sin, fading from his sight.

His sin...