SphynxofRiddles: Thank you so much! And that'll be explained later on, but I'll go ahead and tell you. Basically Peter already has some darkness in him ( not as much as Wendy, though) He just tries to keep it inside and not let it out, but when he's around Wendy, it's like she amplifies those feelings he has and the darkness, basically. So in short, Wendy is a bad influence on Peter lol. When he is not around her, he is not so 'dark' it all just has to do with Wendy.

Lost Girl 97: Awesome, and thank you.

Sakura Frost: That's always good to hear, haha.

Anyways, enjoy.

Wendy and Peter still hadnt left town. They decided to stay until they could see the full destruction they had caused(but mainly so they could make sure Cami was actually dead). They figured it wouldn't be on the news for a couple of days(or even at all), so they crashed at a motel the night before.

It was your usual motel, practically deserted, smelly and dirty. It wasn't even a motel 6. It was one of those private owned ones, that badly needed business. When they had arrived there were only two cars in front of the motel and the doors to check in were locked. They didn't mind though because they didn't plan on officially checking in.

When they both realized they had no more than $25 and were definitely too young to check in, they decided breaking in was their best option. They had knocked on a random door, and when there was no answer they picked the lock and scrambled into the cigarette and mold smelling room. The room was your usual shitty, small, motel room. The floor had dozens of stains and there was a bed in the center of the room, a small box tv on the other side of the wall, a dresser with broken drawers, and the usual bathroom that was probably infested with bugs. It didn't bother them so they spent the rest of the night gloating, watching tv, and making out.

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Wendy groaned as she pushed Peters' bare chest off of her so she could read the alarm clock that was beside the bed they had slept in.

1:47

Crap, we slept late. I hope they didnt show the fire on the news yet. She figured even if they had, they wouldn't announce the names of the fatalities yet. They'd either do it that night or the next morning. Sighing in relief she slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping guy next to her.

She glanced at the door and the chair they had placed under it so the door couldn't be open from the outside, and when she found it was still secure, she grabbed her backpack and went to take a much needed shower.

She was ecstatic when she could feel the water dripping onto her back, even if it was really sucky water pressure. She didn't even care about the grime stuck onto the bathtub that she could feel under her feet. It was better than nothin'. She could've squealed, she was so happy she could finally take a real shower. She had been so tired of taking a 'bath' in the ocean, with barely any soap, which after a while, she had ran out of and just had to hope she didn't come out smelling too bad. As she continued to shower, all she could think was, we need to get some shampoo and soap before we leave. And then a random, I really need to go visit Dustin.

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After Wendy had gotten out of the shower and watched tv for a good two hours, Peter decided to wake up. And she didn't waste much time to drag him out of the motel room and down the street to the closest Dollar store.

"We're doing this? We're actually doing this?" Peter huffed out as he grabbed the store's door handle and swung it open, initiating a loud 'ding'. Wendy didn't bother to respond as she strolled into the store and headed for the section where she knew they kept the cheap shampoo and soap. She grabbed three of the biggest bottles of shampoo she could find and two bars of soap. Peter just glared at her.

" I know you think I'm wasting our money, but come on, you've gotta miss this. At least I didn't decide to go to Walmart and buy $20 worth of shampoo and crap. This is literally costing us five dollars." Wendy shoved two bottles of shampoo into his hands and stomped off annoyed towards the cash register. They both dumped it onto the conveyer and got quickly checked out.

As they walked down the sidewalk, plastic bags in hand, Peter suddenly remembered they were some-what on a time restraint.

"What time was it when we left?"

"I dunno, like four something.." Wendy trailed off, not really understanding why he needed to know what time is was. She had also managed to forget they had to watch the news at six.

"And what time do you think it is now?" Peter asked slowly, turning his head towards Wendy for a quick second.

"I don't know," Wendy yelled out annoyed, " a little after five? Why does-oh." She stopped talking immediately, as she finally realized she had forgotten. "You think we can make it back in time?" Wendy asked wearily, and they had both stopped walking, which really wasn't helping their case, but they hadn't realized it; too engrossed in their conversation.

Peter scoffed, " If we run, and even then we might not make it."

"Well, great. Okay…um.." She tried to think of anything, but kept drawing a blank. They still stood in the middle of the sidewalk looking like idiots. Suddenly Peter had an idea, it wasn't very good, but it was their best shot.

"Well, instead of going to the gas station tonight for dinner, we could go now, gas stations have tv's(1)."

Wendy gave him the look she had given him when he had suggested earlier they get their dinner at a gas station, " Like I said before, I don't want to buy some fake hotdog at a gas station and then spend the rest of my night throwing up. And yeah, they do..sometimes. I mean not every gas station has a tv. I don't understand why we cant just go to a mcdonalds. They have tv's."

"Okay, we're wasting time just standing here and talking. I want oreos. Mcdonalds does not have little packages of oreos, alright? Id also like some pie, and some freaking bag of chips, which Mcdonalds does not have. And last time I checked Mcdonalds don't have tv's, lets just go to that gas station over there,"He stopped talking and pointed to a 7/11 that was across the street from them, " It's the closest thing. Our best bet." Wendy snapped her head towards the gas station and then back at Peter and let out a low groan, along with an annoying eye roll.

"Fine." Then they both resumed walking quickly to the gas station that they had hoped had a tv. Wendy was mumbling things under her breath that Peter couldn't make out, while crossing the street, a car almost hitting Peter in his side, but Wendy hadn't noticed and kept walking. And though Peter was sure he had had a minor heart attack he just glared at the driver and continued walking to catch up to Wendy. Peter was finally walking beside Wendy and he could make out a few words: "Stupid…mcdonalds….this is….shit." And he couldn't help but chuckle at her little tantrum she was throwing.

They had finally made it to the door of the gas station and they quickly scurried in. Immediately the smell of cigarette…and well…cigarettes hit their noses, causing them both to wrinkle them up. After Wendy was fully inside, and the jingling of the bell on the door had stopped, she snapped her head looking around for a tv that should be hanging up. She let out a small sigh of relief when she was an old,dusty tv sitting behind the cashier. It was playing the news, just as they had hoped.

Wendy ran quickly up to the cashier and asked, "What time is it?"

The cashier looked at her oddly before responding, " five fifty one." Wendy mumbled a quickly thank you and then hurried off to the aisles to find Peter. She had found him just where she thought. The cookie aisle.

"There's a tv and we have like eight minutes til' the news comes on." Peter hardly paid attention to her. He gave her a quick thumbs up and then continued rummaging for food. Wendy rolled her eyes and then went off, looking for some food for herself.

Since Wendy had two bags of chips, a , a water, and chocolate chip cookies in her basket she decided it was time to go find Peter, who had probably twice as much food as she did. It was also probably almost time for the news to come on. She spotted Peter next to the freezers.

"Hey," He greeted her as he grabbed a bottle from the fridge," I got oreos." He said gleefully as he threw the bottle into his basket, making a loud 'bang'.

"Cool," Wendy smiled and then spoke again," I was thinking, before we leave tomorrow, we could stop by at Dustins'. I haven't seen him in forever and I did promise I'd see him again. I was thinking maybe we could like go bowling, or do laser tag or something. Is that okay?" Wendy smiled happily, which Peter hadn't seen in a while. Which is why he didn't mention that it cost money to go bowling, money they didn't have. But he couldn't bare to bring her happy spirits down.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Wendy squealed happily at his response and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. They would've continued talking, but they heard the intro of the news blaring on the tv. They both gave each other knowing looks and sped off to the front of the store, where the tv was.

"Can you turn that up?" Wendy asked nicely. The lady, who seemed to be in her fifties, just grumbled and turned it up a few notches. Peter and Wendy both stood in anticipation waiting to see what had happened. If Cami had died. They had to stand there for a good five minutes until their segment came on. When the words 'Home Fire' came on screen, Wendy and Peter both perked up, their whole attention in front of them. They blocked out the ramblings of the news lady until she said what they wanted to hear. Up on the screen it was titled: Killed. There was then two pictures. One of Cami, it had been a picture taken at the lake. Wendy was there that day. It said: Cami Parton underneath. The next picture was of her mom which as well read her name. But when the news cast lady said 'severely injured' and the title: Injured popped up, she froze.

Who else could've been in there? It couldn't have been Cami's dad, he left ages ago. What if it was Cody? What if it was some helpless two year old, oh god, who coul-

And then she immediately stopped her thinking when she heard a name she had never expected.

"Dustin Posey." And his picture popped on screen. Everything froze, everything. She wanted to scream, cry, throw up. She was freaking out to the point she didn't even hear the news person say that Dustin was severely injured and was not doing well. She had stopped any normal thinking. She didn't even notice she had let out a sob. All she was thinking was, gottoseehimgottoseehimgottoseehim. And then she dropped everything and ran. She ran as fast as she could, even if she couldn't see from the waterfall pouring out from her eyes. She didn't know where the hospital was, just knew she had to get there. She didn't listen to Peter screaming her name. She just ran.

Imsosorryimsosorry gottoseehimgottoseehim

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When Wendy had made it into the hospital, she was hysterical. She looked like some maniac pyscho. She didn't know what to feel. She was a mess. She didn't know if she should be sad, angry, confused. Once she made it up to the right floor she wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself, which she was failing at, badly. She ran up to the lady behind the computer and asked, " W-where's Dustin P-Posey. I need to see him. I have t-to see him!" Her voice was shaky, and it had cracked a million times, and she was straining not to let out the sob that was in the back of her throat, begging to come up.

"Who are you?" The lady asked, which only made Wendy pissed off. She had to see him, now.

"I'm his best friend! P-please, just let me see him." She could hardly contain her sob and she just wanted to punch this lady. She just wanted to see her friend! The lady reluctantly told Wendy the room number and that visiting hours were almost over, but Wendy hardly listened. Once she heard the numbers she dashed off down the halls. When she got to the right door she carefully opened it and slipped inside.

She wasn't expecting what she saw in front of her. She had almost forgotten he was in a fire, but looking at him now, you could definitely tell he was. He was laying still on the bed, with tons of machines hooked up to him, that wouldn't stop beeping. Half of his face was burned, badly. And the closer Wendy walked to him, the more burns she could see.

"Im so sorry." She whispered to him as she sat down on the chair next to him. She held his hand carefully and just stared at him. " This..this wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to be in there." Wendy had now let her sob come out and she hadn't noticed Peter come in and stand next to the door, not wanting to disturb Wendy or Dustin.

"Im so sorry, im so sorry." She continued to mumble as a few stray tears fell down her face and onto Dustin's hand. Suddenly Dustin opened his eyes and looked at Wendy confused.

"Wendy?"

Wendy snapped her head up and looked at Dustin's confused face. " Im here, I'm here. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

"It's not…not your fault." Dustin managed to stumble out, slowly. Yes it is, it is completely my fault.

"What were you doing there? You weren't supposed to be there." Wendy had stopped crying now, but she still felt sad…and angry.

"A stupid project. I was partners with Cami for a project and we were working on it..and…and just out of nowhere the house erupted in flames. I don't…" Dustin stopped for a moment, his voice cracking lightly, " I don't know what happened."

Wendy continued stroking his hand lightly, " It's okay. You're okay now, you're going to be just fine." She seemed to be reassuring herself rather than Dustin, but no one was going to say anything.

"That's the thing. I'm not. I'm probably going to die, Wendy, I'm supposed to die." Dustin let out a small sob, and Wendy was angry. She was beyond angry. Why weren't the doctors or nurses doing anything? They were supposed to help him.

"What? No, no. You'll be fine. The nurses, the doctors, they'll help you. It'll be okay."

"Wendy, no." Dustin looked at her, trying to make her understand, he was going to die, it was really just a matter of time. Wendy gritted her teeth together and a small tear rolled down her face.

" The doctors, they have to save you! They're supposed to! They can't let you die!" Wendy tried not scream, even if she was angry. Really, really angry.

"Wendy, it's okay." Dustin said softly, this time squeezing Wendy's hand, instead of the other way around. "Thank you. Thank you for being such a great friend, thank you for coming to say bye. Wendy it's okay." I didn't come to say bye! I came to get you out, you were supposed to live! A happy fucking life. IM NOT SAYING BYE. She wanted to scream it so loudly, but she didn't, it would totally ruin the moment. Wendy snapped her head towards a machine that had suddenly started beeping rapidly. Peter walked closer to the group, understanding what was going on. Wendy looked down at Dustin, who was wearing a small smile, and it took a moment to process what was happening before she screamed, " Help! Someone help!" But it was too late, Peter knew. The once up and down line, was now one flat one, making an annoying monotone sound, not the previous steady beeping one.

Shortly after Wendy screamed a nurse had came in.

"Save him. Save him!" Wendy demanded angrily as she pointed to Dustin's lifeless body.

"Im sorry, there is nothing I can do. He is gone." The nurse said, as if she was really sorry, like she actually gave a crap, but Wendy called bs.

" It's your fault!" She screamed in the nurses face, causing the nurse and Peter to jump lightly. " You were supposed to save him! How could you let him die? If it weren't for you, he'd still be alive!" Wendy was screaming as loud as she could. No longer, sad, or tears streaming down her face. Just anger. The nurse had let him die, it was her fault and she was going to pay.

"Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave right now." The frightened nurse had lightly grabbed Wendy's arm, ticking her off even more. Who was she to tell her to leave? She'd stay here as long as she freaking wanted.

"Peter, lock the door." Wendy demanded quickly, and Peter did as he was told. He wasn't about to get on her bad side.

"Im not leaving. You aren't either." Wendy growled as she took her hand and squeezed it, letting her powers do their job. Suddenly the nurse was holding out her hand, and coughing violently, almost choking, like something was in her throat. Peter backed away a little from the nurse, afraid she may hack up something on him.

"It's your fault, and you will pay," The nurse just looked up at her, obviously frightened, and wondering who the hell she had just messed with. As the nurse stood there hacking up whatever, Wendy was thinking how she could off her. She could burst the lady into flames, so she could go like Dustin had, but Wendy suddenly realized that would catch the whole room on fire and probably end up killing them all, so that was a no. She could also explode her head, but then her blood would splatter onto Wendy, which was gross. When Wendy heard the lady's pleads she just tightened her hand even more and then the nurse dropped to the floor and Wendy couldn't help but smirk. Blood started spewing from the nurse's mouth and it all fell onto the floor like a waterfall. The lady looked up in horror at Wendy.

"Oh yes," Wendy spoke calmly as the nurse continued puking up blood, and then suddenly had an idea how to off her. With one final hack from the nurse, Wendy flicked her hand through the air, as if shooing someone away, and the nurses neck cracked to the side, at an unusual angle, and her body fell to the ground. The last words the nurse heard being, " There will be blood."

idk if all gas stations have tv's, but all the ones where I live do, so sorry if to some of you it's not realistic or whatever.

So yeah, sorry I killed off some people. I'll try not to do it again.

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