Author's note: Sorry for long unupdate! This is it guys!
Peter looked at the blood that was completely drenched from his hand to making his glove a vibrant scarlet to a long pretty pink. He didn't cry out, because what point would it make?
He walked out of his room, when completely dressed down the hall. The serving maids were trying to get away from his rage. They still believed he was going to kill them. Why? Why? Goddamn it, why the hell?
Peter only growled and stomped his way through the mansion. He shot the serving maids out of his way. The crimson blood, thick, smelly, disgusting. Pooled around their clothes. Their bodies just laying on the floor, some on the wall. The blood that gathered on the floor, was stepped through Peter's shoes. Finger prints as well as hand prints stained with blood was on the walls and floor.
Peter made his foot print clear. It was as if he was on an entire murder rampage. Every single thing that Alice made him do, to save more people were gone.
He then stopped, turned around. His head jerked back, his breathing slowed almost to a halt. The blood that met up to him, the ones that made his pants red, the splatter that made spots of his face, hair and clothes were there.
He was faintly reminded of how, hurt Alice usually was. The face full of hurt, betrayal… It was his fault wasn't it? His fingers ran against his cheek. Like the time she was being kind to him, just stroking his cheek before leaving him.
Wet, sloppy tears ran down his face like Olympic runners to the finish line. Alice…Alice…Why…
Peter ran out towards the neutral area. The Amusement Park. He didn't care if Alice was there or not. He only wanted to be alone.
And alone he was. Mary let him go on the Ferris wheel without any trouble. Looking at Peter's miserable face, stained with blood. Tears dampening his face and collar. His glasses foggy. Mary wasn't begrudging, not that he ever was.
Peter felt the seat stop at the top of the Ferris Wheel, this place was still dangerous. Not that it matters. He looked over to the other side. He saw Alice alone, crying… He wondered why to himself. Why…
Then it struck to him.
"ALICE!" He screamed out to her. Alice turned, teary-eyed at the rabbit on the Ferris wheel.
Peter felt happy she even stared at him, that he edged out of his seat too much, and came crashing down the seat. Through piles of wood and the last sheet of concrete. Peter felt himself live. If only he could live longer though.
AN: Okay that was the end of Chapter 3, please do tell your feelings about this!
