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Peter and Dash: A Turn, Part II
By Wolverine
Peter awoke with a start, his nightmares were becoming more and more
realistic. He always heard a woman cry out in pain and then a feeling
of remorse, but now it was becoming like an opera, a tragedy. Peter
reached over and felt for his wife, Laura. Her hand patted him with
reassurance and he fell back on his pillow. Laura flipped over and
reached her small arm across his chest, her brown hair building up
around his face. He brushed it down and kissed her on the forehead.
Sunrise would be a few hours away. He could share his dreams with her
until then.
***
Peter drove into town the next day. The family horse had become
downtrodden after the years of work for the family. She was a good
horse and Peter let her know it every day. Sometimes he would drive the
Model T into town to spare the old horse, but today he wanted to make
her feel important. Today he was going to start his new job, one that
promised to bring in enough to hold up the family for a while.
President Roosevelt had created a ton of new jobs with his new
programs, and Peter's town had an army of hungry family men just
jumping for joy at the prospect of bringing in a steady income, even if
it were only for just a year at most.
The road to town was a bit twisted today. It didn't seem familiar at
all, and the forest that was between his home and the town seemed a lot
darker. Then came the unfamiliar fork in the road. And at this junction
stood a blonde beauty in a cloak. Peter smiled warmly at her, she
seemed to have a friendly, familiar air to her.
"Excuse me Miss. I feel like we've met, but I can't quite place your
name at the moment," Peter said cheerfully. He removed his worn out
baseball hat and put it in his overalls back pocket. He brushed his
brown hair out of his eyes. The woman stared back at him, possessing
something that both chilled him and made him feel a pang of friendly
warmth. The complexity of the feeling made him feel very uneasy. "Do I
know you?"
"Peter, there isn't much time. There is a road out of here, that way,"
the woman said as she pointed down one of the forks. "You'll have to
leave your safety, your structure. You have to give up what you've just
left behind. Leave it there, behind, don't go back. Face what you find
down this road. And you'll find what you need."
"Thanks Miss, I guess. I'll keep that in mind. Still, something
familiar about you. You have a name?" The woman smiled at the baffled
man. He felt comfort at last.
"Monica." The woman walked off into the forest. Peter looked away from
her, trying to shove her out of his mind. The road she had suggested
was definitely the rockier path, he could see a ton of potholes down
it. The other road was clean and serene. But the more difficult path
called to him. It looked like the shorter way to town, especially now
that he checked his internal compass. Something was familiar about it.
But his wagon wouldn't' make it. He'd go it on foot. He'd made good
time and this path could only be about a mile out of town. He climbed
off his wagon onto the dirt road, patted his horse's head. She
instinctively turned and headed back towards the homestead. The family
would understand.
But it wasn't really a family. He had his wife and she brought him joy.
But both their children had died. They hadn't been strong enough to
survive the harsh conditions of the recent economic downturn. Peter
blamed Hoover, Laura blamed herself. And many a time, Peter would have
to comfort Laura when she mourned their lost children. He loved her,
and her pain hurt him. They were like one person in at least that
respect.
***
Peter arrived in the town to find the stuff horror stories were always
made of. The normally peaceful town was in shambles. The streets were
abandoned, debris littered the ground from looters, and the tattered
remains of the clothes of the psychotic people that always popped up in
these situations lay across the ground. A strange smell floated in the
air and a strange sensation touched Peter, something familiar yet
disturbing. Against his mind's urges, he continued into the town to
investigate. He wouldn't return home without a job unless he had a very
good excuse. And everyone deciding to stay inside for the day wasn't
amongst the good ideas.
Peter found his way to Main Street and traveled down it, looking in the
various windows along the way to look for signs of life. Every so often
he swore he saw some peeking out at him or a giggle, but nothing really
ever appeared to him. But the phantoms were frightening. Peter decided
against entering any of the buildings because of the chance of ambush,
maybe by Germans who had invaded. The idea was ludicrous, the Germans
had been decimated during the Great War and they had no way of
invading. A search of Main Street turned up nothing, so Peter turned to
go back the other way and check each branching road along the way.
Upon turning around, Peter ran headfirst into an old man lugging a pack
on his back. Peter stood a good foot taller than the bent over old man
so he quickly ran up to offer his assistance. The man, whose face once
again rung a bell with Peter smiled at him and allowed Peter to take
the bag.
"Thanks youngster. Ah. That feels better. How is your day going?" the
old man asked happily.
"Okay I guess. Bit confused. Not many things are very good these days
so I guess this may actually be okay. Any idea where everyone's gone?"
Peter asked dumbfounded.
"Yeah I do. Peter, you'll have to find out on your own though. Monica
showed you the way I hope, and once you get out, you can come back and
take care of this mess." Peter froze and the old man faced him.
"What are you talking about? Have we met?" The old man's eyebrows went
up.
"Ah, I thought it was strange any of you was intact, especially seeing
the new version of you. This must be where you sent what you could
salvage of yourself. Made yourself...you don't remember then. You don't
know. And you aren't just Peter are you? Man, you make one powerful
presence. I'm going to hate facing you. Heh. Maybe you can teach me a
lesson once you're out." Peter felt a bit of creepiness inject itself
into the conversation. He began backing away and then turned and
briskly walked off. "Peter! You can't go back to where you just left.
This is where you have to face what's altering it all. Safety equals
death! Remember!"
Peter ran and tried to branch as far from Main Street as he could into
the far parts of town. Whatever was going on here would be a threat to
Laura. He had to get back to her. He could hold his ground at the
homestead against whatever it was anyways. But wait, the old man had
warned against it. Had it already reached his homestead? Peter had to
get home! He ran for the opposite side of town, trying to take as many
shortcuts as he could think of, but the town seemed endless. Desolate
street after desolate street met him along the way. Finally he
collapsed on the street, exhausted.
As he lay on the ground, the women began emerging from their hiding
spots. Tons of women come from seemingly every nook and cranny of the
town. Peter recognized everyone of them too. Each woman was a distorted
version of a townsperson, men and women. Each one incited an instant
erection though, including the former men. Some wore the tattered
remains of their old clothing, ripped from the transformations. Their
faces were lustful and murderous. The names of the others within each
woman instantly came to Peter, though he couldn't place them: Whitney
and Red. And he saw Laura's face within. He knew what that meant. Peter
picked himself up to face the army of women, and the increasing smell
of sex.
"What's happened to you all?" Peter looked from lustful face to lustful
face. Many of the women had given in and started making out with each
other or exposing themselves and masturbating. Peter was disgusted. The
disturbing feeling he'd had all along flared up even more. It wouldn't
go away now. It was calling for something.
"They've joined me," said a voice from beyond the wall of women. The
women all grinned sexily and parted as a familiar figure worked through
the crowd: Laura. She stood nude before Peter and smiled, fiddling with
her lower area.
"Honey? What is going on? We've got to get out of here. We'll discuss
this later." Laura giggled and shook her head.
"You don't remember what happened do you? It's okay; we can be together
forever soon. Remember how it went before?" A dream like mist floated
above Laura, becoming a sort of window. Through the window, Peter saw
himself in much stranger clothes transforming into Laura. His figure
took on more of her curves till he was her, shivering on the ground.
Then she began shifting into a red headed version of herself. Peter saw
himself bubble up in the change and soon he stare at a very distorted
version of himself and Laura fused. Peter looked down at Laura as the
window disappeared. She giggled. "Lady Red is waiting for us back at
the homestead love. Come with me."
"Laura? No. I don't know. My head." Peter felt a strong headache come
on. Laura's face twitched and she looked at him with panic.
"No, we have to go join her now. Come on love." Peter shook his head
clear and stared at Laura. Her face showed a bit of enthusiasm. Peter's
hand shot out and knocked Laura down the street she had come down, the
women had all disappeared. This was his mind, not a huge family
gathering. He didn't care how many Red had created, they weren't part
of him and he wasn't part of her. Peter flew down the street after
Laura to find her picking herself up off the ground. She leapt at him,
grabbed his arm, and flung him into a building. Peter slammed through
the brick wall and into the store. Laura entered after him only to be
flung back by a massive energy wave. Peter flew out after her and
hefted her onto a roof. He landed after her and looked down on her.
"Out of your territory Laura. You have to go, I'm sorry." Laura coughed
and looked into Peter's eyes. The fear welled up. He was lost to her.
"Peter, love, come be one with me." Peter gave her a piteous look.
"I'm sorry. I can't have you in here anymore. We aren't part of her. Or
maybe you are now, but I'm not. You aren't you. You're a shadow, a
slave of something I despise. I'll free you. But I have another heart
to mine now." Mesmerize's figure emerged from behind Peter and wrapped
her arm around Peter's shoulders. "I'm sorry Laura. You gave what you
could to her, I know you did. Out of what love I feel for all of you,
I'll free what you let go to Red, but it's all I can do."
Hate filled Laura. She flung herself at the man she loved and the whore
that had stole him. The girl she had foolishly left herself within. The
woman handed Peter a sword and he shoved it into Laura. The town shook
and Laura flashed away, now existing far away from Peter.
The world melted and Peter found himself alone in a white nothingness.
He felt the walls he had to push though. Once he made it out the walls,
the change that had hit him that Phoenix had noticed would be
permanent. He would no longer be Peter alone. But Mesmerize was worth
the exorcism and he wasn't about to stop now. Peter pushed his walls
away and the white became clear nothingness and his mind swirled.
***
Peter awoke.
To be concluded...
Alright, I know this might have been confusing at points, but it was
Peter's head. I'm working on the conclusion now. Hope you enjoyed this
one though. Later.
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