Here is another part to the story! I'm sorta rushing right now since it's 5 am in the morning and I did not got any sleep! Forgive me!
Peter gasped once Alice finally got off his chest. It seems like hours (it was only 5 minutes) being pinned down on the germ infected floor. He shuddered at the thought of germs crawling on him. How dare she! He glanced over to Alice. She's so happy... He thought, as his insides fills with joy. But it all suddenly evaporated. She's happy to torment me, embarrassing me in front of a crowd! He looked around, the guest were staring at both of them, some were with fright, and others are laughing. How dare they laugh at me! He looked ridiculous though, he's wearing a hideous suit. His white hair and ears, are no longer snowy white, but it's covered with layers of dust. His glasses are dirty, and it's so hard to see. He grabbed his glasses off. He tried to clean them with his gloves at least, but it only seemed to make them even more dirtier. His face got even redder, as he placed them on.
Alice's laughter ringed up in the air, as she looked at him and his embarrassment. He brought himself to give her a small smile. I can't stop myself from loving her. He lowered his head. These feelings! Make it stop!
Alice grabbed his hand, as she places her hand on his cheek. Stop! His heart ticked faster.
"Peter are you still mad at me?" Alice runs her hand through his snowy, white hair. She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with innocence, and kindness.
Stop, please stop! These feelings... I hate it!
She placed her head against his chest, and hugged him. No. No. NO!
"STOP!" Peter pulled himself away from her. I can't stop these emotions! Make it stop! She always hurts me and breaks my heart just by seeing her with the other role holders! She even lied her love to me. Are still you lying?
"Alice, please stop. Stop giving me all these feeling I've never experience. Stop. Please." He took a step back.
"I'm sorry, Peter. Here I'll make it up to you.." She reach to grab his arm. He pulled it away quickly, before she could even grab his arm.
She's hates me right? She teared up my heart up into pieces. But she's confessing her love to me. Is she? I should probably forgive her, I can't stay mad with her any longer.
Peter slowly grinned back at her. All the worries and anger flew away, and happiness returned back to his state. He hugged her back. "I'm sorry, my dear Alice, I can't be mad at you any longer! I love you! I love you Alice!" He buried his face on her shoulder. "Do you feel the same way for me as well?"
Alice look down at him. "I do, Peter. I love y-"
Alice felt a sharp tug on her shoulder, pulling her back towards to the opposite direction. She released her grip from him. She sprung back only to face at Boris, pointing his gun at Peter. "Alice! What ever happened to our date!" He examined, his eyes shooting daggers at Peter.
"Date?" Peter questioned, as he glanced over at Alice with a confused look on his face. Alice's face burned with anger, "it's not a date!" But she glanced down at her feets, her bangs covering her eyes, cutting off any eye contact between Peter and Boris.
He grabbed his clock, turning it into a pistol, pointing it at Boris. "Date." He repeated, again he clutch onto his pistol.
"Surprised? Awww! You still can't over her! Boris teased. He pulled Alice toward him, "well she's is mine, she'll never fall for you! Right Alice?"
A gunshot fired.
The bullet gazed through Boris's shoulder. He yelped in pain. Releasing his gun, he placed his hand on the wound. "Peter! Stop!" Alice screamed.
He ignored her. He pointed his gun at Boris, as his finger slowly pulled down the trigger.
No! She glanced around at her surroundings. Boris's gun laid next to her. Should I? This is the only way. I'll have to aim at Peter's hand, that's all. Just his hand. She grabbed the gun. Trembling as she aimed at Peter. Just his hand. Just the hand. She shut her eyes tightly as she pulled down the trigger. The powerful impact from the gun jolted her backwards.
The bullet flew through the air. Peter turned as he heard the sound of the gunshot. The time seemed to have gone terribly slow, as the bullet reached towards him. His eyes widen, he released his gun, just as the bullet hit him. He fell to the ground. His vision blurred, his heart counted down his last minutes. He placed his hand on the wound, surprised as he saw blood printed onto his white gloves. Is this my blood? He turned his head over. The guests stopped dancing, their eyes widen with terror, yet no one stepped forward to help. Laying on the ground, a few inches away is his dear Alice. A gun laid near her. She looked dazed and confused, looking around, until her eyes finally rested on him.
He reached his hand towards her. Black spot suddenly appeared around his vision. You did this, Alice. You never loved me.
"What?! No! Leave me alone Peter! Die already won't you!"
Those hateful words, repeated over and over again through his mind.
Well. Look in the bright side, Alice, I'm fulfilling your wish for the last time.
I'm dying just for you.
"Peter!" Alice got up to her feet, and stumbled towards him. "Don't die! Please!" Her eyes began to fill with tears. "Someone help, god damn it!" She placed her hand on his chest, where the bullet hit, near his heart. Far from the place she intended to hit. His blood is already pooled around him, he gazed at her. He gave her a weak smile. Breathing heavily, he hold her hand. "You shot me." He whispered weakly. "Just when I was about to shoot that cat. You must really hate me." His voice trembled, his hand shaking violently, as Alice hold his hands.
I don't hate you!" She screamed. Someone grabbed onto Alice's shoulder, pulling her away from him. People already began swarming around Peter.
He took one last glance at her, Alice looked at him, trying to escape from the hands of others. "Then why would you aim the gun at me?" He whispered, until finally he blackout, his body went limbed, as the darkness swapped him whole.
To be continued! I'm probably gonna upload part 4 next week! I'm just tired! Thanks for reading!