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Peter christoph

Great! just fantastic! whats next? shall i write a noval about this or what?

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a character in “Crash: Chapter I”, originally authored by Colonel_Masters, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

[center] Peter Christoph

AgeNO TEACHERS
17

Gender
male

Description
tall and well built, black hair and brown eyes, Caucasian.

Personality

Peter is quick to anger and doesn’t like being told what to do, he doesn't respect any person's authority unless he is ether forced to or comes to greatly appreciate and respect that person, a nearly impossible task.

Peter is not selfish and will help people in need but places great importance in his independence and doesn’t like other people doing his work for him or being a burden to others.

Peter remembers his debts to others and will always seek to repay them; he also finds it hard to forget an insult and will bare a strong grudge against those he sees as his rivals.

Peter is not a peoples sort of guy, he mostly keeps to himself and likes to wonder, he will sometimes attempt to gain control in whatever society he is made part of but will accept a more powerful individual as leader when he proves worthy.

Peter is stubborn and speaks his mind not particularly caring what others think of him, Peter is smart but never paid particular attention to lessons or studies.

Equipment

Peter lost his bag and the rest of his equipment was in the air craft, Peter has his brown leather jacket, white shirt and blue trousers, peters shoes are damaged from the water and unless fixed can't be used to any effect.

In his pockets peter has a few dollars and pounds, all wet and damaged apart from the coins. Peter has a Harmonica in the inner pocket of his jacket along with a yo-yo, and a few packets of chewing gum.

History

Peter was born in London his parents both work in business forcing Peter and his family to move often for the sake of his parent's carriers.

His parents where busy at work for most of his life and being an only child Peter had no one to count on but himself.

Peter grew up to be self reliant and independent but his school grades where never particularly good and at times down right awful, his parents didn't take kindly to it and the relationship between Peter and his parents became increasingly strained over time.

Peter was however a good musician and was well respected by friends for his skills, his parents did not approve but by that time Peter didn't care at all.

In his class Peter is a bit of a bully and has only been in the school for a few months and has no real friends in the class, those who play with him music respect him but Peter doesn’t allow most people to befriend him due to his extreme sense of individualism.

Peter was not particularly looking forward for the trip, he did embrace the opportunity to escape his parents but does no expect to particularly enjoy himself.

So begins...

Peter christoph's Story

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Peter was in darkness, it was like a dream a lone Harmonica was the only sound he could hear.

Peter stood up and walked towards the sound of the Harmonica, it wasn't far and he got to his destination in a few moments.

On a stone in the middle of the strange dark plane sat a strangely familiar figure, the figure was an exact copy of himself.


"Who are you? How can you be me? Is this some sort of joke?" Peter asked with more then a hint of anger.

The figure stopped playing and spoke, with the same voice and the same hint of anger.


"You think any of this is real pall? Are you that easy to fool?"

Peter was more then annoyed now, how stupid could he be? This must be a dream but unlike any he ever had.

The figure spoke again


"Well I am your inner self, the soul or whatever fancy names you gave me when I wasn't looking"

Peter was confused, why was he here?

"Pete hear me out and shut up" said the figure

"You have to wake up or we will both die, you have to wake up and swim!"

"A plane crashed and you are rapidly advancing your carrier as fish food so wake up now!"

Peter understood the figure meant what it said but he was still confused.

"How do I wake up? As far as I can tell I am trapped here!"

The figure merely said one word in a whisper yet it seemed to sound allover the area in many voices speaking as one.

"Run"

Peter was not one to waste time and he started running, it seemed like an eternity when he saw a light in the darkness he ran to its direction.

It seemed as if gravity itself was trying to keep him in the darkness, he ran towards the sky losing energy every second.

He was out! And suddenly a great pain struck him, he was immobilized by it.

After a few moments the pain started to moderate and Peter could open his eyes.

He saw the sky and it was beautiful it seemed impossible that this was supposed to be the worst day of his life.

He was in the water; I must have been near death! He thought to himself.

Their where bruises and scratches allover his body and his head felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer but as far as Peter could tell he was only lightly wounded.

Looking around he saw… bodies some intact, some far less so.

Peter nearly took in water before calming himself, there is nothing you can do but make sure you do not end up like them he told himself a few dozen times.

He saw a beach at least not all was lost, swimming will all the power he could master peter reached the shores and walked inland.


"Christ all bloody mighty!" He screamed, you take our plane down, our teachers and half the class and you also decided you have to ruin my goddamned shoes? Thank you lord for sharing your sadist pleasures with me what's next? An OBE served by a hungry cannibal?


Peter tried to clam himself but he was now officially pissed off and none of his "could have been worse" calmed him down.

But then he heard a weak voice, not thinking twice he ran to help, but he could not see any one.

The voice grew louder and more familiar; it must be Damien he guessed and shouted with all his voice.


Damien! Damien! Where are you?

Peter heard a noise and turned, there he saw Damien barley awake possibly barley alive but Peter was no doc bones.

" Damien… don't move you are just making yourself sick, Peter gave Damien his hand and tried to calm him down and do what he could to stop bleeding.

"Don't worry mate it's not as bad as it looks" he said trying to fake a voice of certainty he could not naturally summon at this moment.

A voice spoke in his head, was it the strange figure from the dream?

It said only "told you… it could have been worse"

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Sasha stumbled around on the beach, looking for others. He had been awake for an hour already. His hand had been attached to his face this whole time, trying to surpress the pain from the bash his head had taken.
His hand covered his right eye, and his fringe lied over his hand again. There was a little blood streaming down his face, but it wasn't too serious. He had managed to grasp the entire situation, remembering all that had happened.
It wasn't exactly like he wanted to remember.. All the screams had scared him beyond imagination. He heard someone shouting not far away. He saw a boy on the ground, and another one jogging towards him.
He hurriedly stumbled towards them and recognized the injured boy. It was Damien. Sasha didn't really know a lot of his classmates, but he had noticed Damien a little more than everyone else. Peter was also there now, helping out.
"H-how is he?" Sasha stuttered to Peter, looking pretty nervous. He let his hand slide from his face, and his currently dark blue hair fell down in front of his eyes, and the blood streamed down his face a little faster than before.

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"Damien! Damien! Where are you?" A voice shouted from the far distance and Damien frowned, trying to remember who was speaking to him. His mind was too hazy to focus properly and it was taking all his strength not to fall again and hit his head somewhere else. Where was he? He heard something like waves crashing to the shore...Was he at the beach? He coughed up some more blood, the scent of blood made him want to empty his stomach...There were footsteps...whose footsteps-

" Damien… don't move you are just making yourself sick,"

A voice said next to his ear and Damien flinched...he had seen a blurry figure but he didn't know that the figure was that close. Who was that? Damien narrowed his eyes and tried to look at the figure...His appearance, his voice...Peter!. Damien coughed and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart down and at the same time, trying to focus on his classmate "...Peter....wh-where a-are we? I c-can't s-see...my g-glasses a-are broken...w-where is everyone else?" He asked before coughing again...His chest hurt...his ribs must have been broken or something...God dammit...if only he could see where he was...

"H-how is he?"

Another voice asked and this time, Damien recognized the voice almost immediately...It was Sasha...another classmate of his...He seemed to be talking to Peter at this moment but Damien tried to cut him off...he needed to know the current situation because he couldn't even remember what had happened "...I t-think m-my r-ribs a-are b-broken...and m-my head m-must h-have hit something...It h-hurts and t-there's a l-lot of blood...w-what h-happened? I c-can't see..." Damien stumbled on his words, obviously panicked because of their current situation...where was everyone else? Were they alone?

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Sasha looked more worried after hearing Damien speak. He was basically panicking. He looked over at Peter, then back to Damien.
"We should probably take a look at you. You'll be fine, okay? Do you remember what happened?"
As Sasha spoke, he frequently lifted his head to scout around the waterline. After looking for a while, he had noticed several people in the distance. He now and then hear people shouting.
They were all obviously disturbed by their current situation. Sasha just managed to focus his eyes enough to see someone emerge from the water. One more had made it out.
Sasha felt a little releaved. He didn't really have any close relationship with any of his classmates, but the fact that at least some of them were safe made him feel a little more calm.
He had to make sure Damien was ok, too.

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"We should probably take a look at you. You'll be fine, okay? Do you remember what happened?" Sasha asked and Damien shook his head tiredly "...n-no...I don't remember...much...we were...in a plane...and..." He paused, trying to search for more information "...and I-I t-think I w-was reading a book...with Sandy...and t-there's..." He gasped his head in pain as he tried to fill in the blanks "...and the-there's a b-big n-noise...w-what happened?" He paled as he remembered his girlfriend - Sandy. Did she-? Could she-? He grasped the nearest person near him, which happened to be Peter and he said, almost pleadingly..."...what about Sandy?....where's she? p-please t-tell me s-she ma-makes it..." He coughed and looked around wildly and depressedly, trying to search for the girl he loved "...Sa-sandy? S-sandy? S-sandy?..." He called out, his heart filled with hope...and fear.

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"S-sandy?" Sasha listened to Damien's fearful voice. He looked at him with a painful expression as he grasped onto Peter. The screams from before entered Sasha's head once again.
"I should stay quiet. But what will Peter say? I don't want him to give him any false hope. It helps for a while, but.." Sasha thought to himself. The pain that comes after your false hope gets crushed.
Just like his sister. His older sister who had always taken care of Sasha, making sure he was safe, acting as a guardian. "She's going to be ok," they'd told him. Sasha decided to stay quiet, waiting for Peter to say something.

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"Damien don't talk so much, save yourself for healing or your chances of joining the soon to be established graveyard of this god forsaken island may be a few cords higher." said peter trying to distract Damien from the setuation to avoid panic.

Peter heard Damien speak; first he was retelling the events leading to the crash,to the best of his ability, that was a good sign at least his brain wasn't royally buggered.

Then Damien started saying a name repeatedly, Sandy… Peter vaguely remembered the girl, was she the body he saw in the water?.

Peter was about to rip himself apart by speaking a lie or at least not telling the truth when Sasha saved him from the disgrace.
Peter could not let him bare such a burden alone and spoke in a voice not his own.

"Yes…. we will find her Damien don't worry about her, save your strength and brace yourself, this might hurt.

Peter knew he must stop the bleeding or Damien would bleed to death.
Having nothing better to use Peter cut his shirt using the sharpest stone he could find.
Peter took a measure of the makeshift bandage and wrapped it tightly around Damien's wounded head after cleaning the wound to the best of his ability.

All Peter could think at that moment was how lucky he had a dense shirt and not a summer shirt that could not stop any kind of bleeding; at least it might prove some use against the bleeding.

Turning to Sasha Peter only said "are you all right? Do you have any serious wounds? If you are up for it go find more survivors and come back here as soon as possible.

We need to know how many people are lightly hurt and can help treat the wounded and how many are badly hurt are require immediate attention."

Seeing the confused and anxious look on Sasha's face Peter knew he had to use the bully in him this time.

"What are you looking at? start running! I will look after Damien!

"Remember to come back as soon as possible, if he is up to it we need to move Damien along with all who are badly hurt into a centralized area so we can treat everyone properly. NOW GO!" Peter shouted.

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"Yes.. We will find her, Damien, don't worry." Sasha clenched his fists and looked down at the ground as Peter spoke. It wasn't what Sasha was hoping for. It would make everything worse for Damien.
The strained look on Sasha's face only made the wound bleed faster, and blood was streaming down his face even more than before. He looked up at Peter as he was told to look for other survivors. He tried to surpress the pain
in his forehead. He looked at Peter with an anxious look, and then he nodded an 'Ok' to him. He started walking, before he stopped, his back facing Peter. He said as low as he could, but making sure Peter could hear it.
"The pain is unbearable, you know. When you think they're ok, but they're not. It's on you, now.. the pain Damien will experience when he finds out the truth." Sasha looked down a little sad, but he started walking.
After a while he could barely make out the figures of several people on the beach. There was a lot of commotion, and it seemed like some of them were fighting. He picked up his pace, walking towards them.
"Hey!"

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Damien's eyes shone brightly with hope as he heard Peter spoke. Well, that must mean Sandy was alright, right? Could he go find her now? He looked around and realized that he was still half-blinded. Sighing softly, Damien nodded his head, accepting his fate. Well, there was nothing he could do to change the situation now...he hoped Sandy wouldn't be mad at him for not trying to find her...she must be safe until he was well enough to find her...she must. He flinched again as he felt Peter did something to his forehead...Oh, he was just trying to bandage his wounds. Damien stopped struggling as he sat there, folding his hands in his lap and looked around nervously. He still couldn't see anything because of the lack of his precious glasses and by the sound he was hearing, it seems they were...near the sea. Too bad the situation wasn't what they had hoped in the first place. He muttered under his breaths "...This is disaster..." Touching Peter's arm lightly, Damien asked "...u-uhm...Peter? C-can you...uhm...would you m-mind...uhm...finding...uhm..." He played with the hem of his shirt shyly and gestured toward his eyes, indicated that he wanted to find another pair of glasses "...I'm h-half-blind r-right now..."

He struggled to stand up as he gripped Peter's shirt tightly for balance. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Damien, the teen managed to stand on his own. He looked around again and spoke, his mind became less hazy and it was easier to think now...probably due to the fact that his wounds had stopped bleeding...He coughed, trying to clear his voice "...u-uhm...c-can you s-see a b-brown b-bag n-nearby?...I-it's m-my b-bag and we might f-find s-something t-that c-can be u-used..." He looked at the direction Sasha had gone and he narrowed his eyes, trying to find his friend "...u-uhm...Sasha has gone?..." He asked Peter and bit his lip, deep in thought...."If we're really lucky and we manage to find my bag...there's a book in it about plants...we can use it to find something to eat..."

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Peter helped Damein up, he was in much better condition then Peter could have hoped for fearing imminent or a long agonizing death.

Peter saw Damein's hope bulding and found it shamefull that he would give this man a dead hope.
He knew he should not say anything to Damein at this stage but he felt it was his Moral obligation to do so.

"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."

Peter knew that he had probably made things worse but belived that if Damein had time to build up hope the devastation would be even greater if he truly had feelings for her.

The next few words were hard for him to say but he had to say them

"I saw many bodies one may have been Sandy I …. Can't remember… Oh God I hope she made it, I hope I am wrong but I fear she is dead you have my sympathy if it means anything and I am sorry for leading you astray if that means anything at all."

Peter gently got Damein to sit by the tree and said with a slowly braking voice:

"There might still be hope, little but still some hope, my mind was not my own when I saw the bodies.... it may have been a mistake but... please be ready to face her death"

"Sit down for a while longer Damein, you have just recovered the bare minimum of energy.
Rest I will look after you and Sasha will be back hopefully with help any moment now.
Besides, there is no point in walking about blindly."

Seeing the sun fade and feeling the cold Peter put his leather jacket around Damein knowing that the cold could kill him in such a weak state.

"Here take this Jacket, I will be fine."

Peter gazed towards the horizon and looked around; he saw a pool of blood slowly building near him and then looked to his right hand side.

There under his shoulder was a deep wound in his flesh.

He felt no pain due to the adrenalin and shock pumped into his body but how long the effect would last he didn't know.
He guessed that since he is no longer fully involved in taking care of Damein he would begin to feel pain very soon.

Better to feel it sooner rather then later and said to Damein

"Hit me Damein, I owe you that much. Hit me on my right side below the arm as strong and as brutal you can.

Its better to feel the pain of the wound sooner rather then later, I am ready and deserving of it so hit me god damn it!"

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Character Portrait: Silas Sutherland Character Portrait: Ashton Cooper Character Portrait: Akita Smith Character Portrait: Prodigy Song Character Portrait: Damien Braveheart Character Portrait: Peter christoph
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Ashton listened to Silas' orders with dulled eyes. Insolently, he wanted to finish what he had started--that is, bandage Akita. He replied to him with the automatic reply he used with his father that had become robotic over the years, "I will...in a moment." Why should I listen to him?

Ashton scowled at Prodigy as she tried to use her jeans to bandage Akita. He waved the khaki strip he had torn off his pants angrily. "That's my job!" Using more force than necessary, he pushed her hand away with a brutal flick of his wrist, cringing slightly that he had touched a girl's "cooties." He made a big show of tearing his cloth strip into several thinner strips. Forgetting his intense fear, he leaned over Akita's body and withdrew the bloodied shirt that plastered his body. He stopped. Widened eyes trailed over the deep wounds that covered his torso and stomach area. Fear gripped his limbs. Hastily, almost carelessly, he soaked up the blood with some of the strips, and then tied the remains tightly over the bleeding wounds, exuting pressure to--hopefully--hasten the bleeding.
He leapt back and surveyed his work with squinted eyes. It was messily tied, but it would do for now. The creeping red mass slowed. Ashton realized his cold discomfort. The coming darkness saturated the air with a brisk iciness that made it essential to find shelter, or build a fire, fast, and it was difficult to see clearly. He regretted taking off his shirt and leaving it in the ocean, and his soaked, ripped pants was like ice on him.

Like an afterthought, he pulled the white shirt back over Akita's stomach, and he watched the unconscious face hardly stir. He stared nervously. What am I doing? Am I some kind of queer? "Wake up, dammit!" he cried, slapping Akita's face in a wild impulse. He withdrew the hand and it shielded his mouth, eyes shocked at what he had just done. Embarassed, his leg were seized with the intense desire to flee from the disapproving faces. Not that I care, of course... He pumped his fists and ran along the shoreline, away from the mass of people that had gathered.
For a while, he ran wildly like an escaped animal, with no destination in mind, his mind renewed by the cold air. His warm-blood pumping again, the memories of the fight and the dawn's cold evaporated like vapor. Then, fresh realization about his duty to find Peter and Damien stopped him short. "Who were they again?" he asked no one in particular, staring at the towering palms that marked the entrance to the forest, touching one that had a strange carving that held his interest. As if in reply, a medium-sized blur scuttered in the shadowy shelter of the trees. Bright eyes flashed. Ashton screamed, rather high-pitched, in shock, and retreated in a wild scramble toward safety, leaving his echoes ringing behind him.
"Damien! Peter! Whoever you are! Where are you!"
In the distance, he could make out two male figures, badly wounded, crumpled on the sand.

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"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."

The words didn't make any senses to him at first....Sandy....dead? What did Peter mean when he said that? Did that mean-? NO! Peter must be kidding...Maybe he thought Damien needed some stress relief...but joking like this...this was not even funny...how could he joke about something like this? Damien spoke, his voice became shaky and so did his hands "....h-hey, i-it's not f-funny....s-stop j-joking like that...you t-told me Sandy w-was f-f-fine, right? D-don't-"

"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."

Liar...

Peter was telling lies! How dared he? How could he? How could he say something like that? How could he told Damien that Sandy was dead? How could he tell him that his beautiful, smart, amazing, wonderful, flawless Sandy was dead? This must be some kinds of cruel jokes. How could Peter treat him like this? How could he-?

"...liar...you are l-lying to me!..." Damien whispered, his whole body trembled in shock. He could feel his hope cracked slightly...why? Why? WHY? "...y-you've got to be...y-you're a l-l-liar...you t-told me S-sandy was fine!..." Damien continued in his quiet voice, his eyes suddenly became blurry...but not because of the lack of his glasses...no, it was because of the tears that were threatening to fall from his brown eyes. This was not...this was not supposed to happen! Peter was telling LIES

"I saw many bodies one may have been Sandy I …. Can't remember… Oh God I hope she made it, I hope I am wrong but I fear she is dead you have my sympathy if it means anything and I am sorry for leading you astray if that means anything at all."

Suddenly, furry filled his mind as he could see nothing but red. So, Peter was just toying with him the entire time! First, he gave him false hope...then he shattered that hope like he shattered glasses...then he told Damien he was SORRY? Sorry? Did he even consider Damien's emotions? The bastard...he just wanted to see Damien cried and then laughed into his face, that's all...Hastily, Damien wiped away the tears that had run down his face and he spoke in a cold, emotionless voice "...do not say sorry, Christoph...you have lied to me and 'saying sorry' means nothing to me..."

"There might still be hope, little but still some hope, my mind was not my own when I saw the bodies.... it may have been a mistake but... please be ready to face her death"

"Sit down for a while longer Damein, you have just recovered the bare minimum of energy.
Rest I will look after you and Sasha will be back hopefully with help any moment now.
Besides, there is no point in walking about blindly."


Those words were empty, meaningless...dead in Damien's ears. He didn't care for those empty words...Sandy...His Sandy must still be out there...maybe she was trying to get some helps...and here he was, sitting here, injured...Maybe she was being stuck somewhere, waiting for his help...and was dying...he had to help her! Slowly, with great effort, Damien managed to stand on his shaky feet, the bloodlost was making him dizzy but he ignored it for now...Sandy was needing him, his help...he must help her!...He felt something was pushed into his hands...

"Here take this Jacket, I will be fine."

Damien glared at the jacket coldly, his eyes shone with cold rage "...No, thank you, Christoph...I'm fine on my own...Now, if you excuse me...I need to find Sandy...maybe she's hiding somewhere, broken because of your lies, too..." As he stumbled slightly, Damien used the tree he was leaning against to support his body weight, never once asking Peter for help.

"Hit me Damein, I owe you that much. Hit me on my right side below the arm as strong and as brutal you can.Its better to feel the pain of the wound sooner rather then later, I am ready and deserving of it so hit me god damn it!"

Damien glared at the teenager in front of him and he spoke one more time, his eyes were dead and empty "...do not touch me, do not talk to me, do not even look at me again, Christoph...you have disappointed me...I guess that's what friends are for...lying to each other, correct?" Turning his head away to hide a silver tear that ran down his cheek, Damien chuckled bitterly, his voice was thick with emotions "...you hurt me, Christoph..."

"Damien! Peter! Whoever you are! Where are you!"

A voice called out his name and Damien immediately turned his head to look at the speaker. Quickly wiping the blood away from his cheek with his palm, Damien shouted hesitantly "...A-ashton? It's A-ashton, right?...WHERE ARE YOU?" Wanting to leave Peter's side as quickly as he could, Damien began to walk...well, more like stumbling on the ground, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted tightly. He didn't want to face that traitor, that liar Peter anymore. He had hurt him enough.

"Hey, you!! Come here and help me!"

A voice called out. Damien frowned slightly as he tried to recognize the voice...It was Silas', wasn't it? He shouted back, as loudly as he could "...S-silas...w-where a-are you? I'm t-trying to find you but I'm h-half-blind without m-my glasses..."

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Ashton was scowling at his own cowardice when he noticed the two boys, after some kind of dispute, break apart, the thinner boy stumbling away with a fierce expression on his face. Ashton slowed as the boy came into view and finally halted to a stop several yards away. "...A-ashton? It's A-ashton, right?...WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I'm right in front of you, you dweeb!" Ashton called irritatedly. What was he? Blind? He grumbled under his breath, and creeped forward slowly toward the gray-haired boy. Suddenly he heard a thud, and twisted his head toward the source like a shocked deer, and saw Sasha crumpled on the ground, blood leaking from a wound. Luckily, Silas was there. Wasn't that....girly boy?Shit shit shit. Not another one.
"Damien, right? Listen, we've got to--" Ashton froze. Damien was only a few feet away from him now. With the dim light of the sun, which was slowly ebbing down the horizon, all the details suddenly became crystal clear. The numerous cracks spider-webbing his glasses. And the blood. The fear sprung up in him again, and for a few seconds all he could do was stare at the Damien's concussion. The blood was dripping from Damien's head like a fricken waterfall. Ashton's heart pounded deafeningly; he stared and gasped. It was serious. And there was so much blood.

Too many people were dropping down half-dead around him. It was easy enough to dress Akita's wound, as he was unconscious and Ashton could squint his eyes and look away. But to sit down and help the boy, who was awake and breathing, and could yelp in pain or criticize him, it was too much of a daunting task. Ashton had never been a caretaker; the thought of it shook him into convulsions of embarassment. And he couldn't stand the blood.
Ashton's mouth was dry for a moment. "Ah...You.." He couldn't look at the blinded boy. Then, after a moment of indecision, he turned and began to run away, kicking up sand as he did. Suddenly, an idea popping up, he skidded to a stop, almost falling. He took the bottom half of his untorn khakis and tore it away in a wild motion, and threw the large strip in the direction of the boy, hoping he would use it to dress the wound. "Here, Peter! Anyone! Use this!" Cool night air breezed on his freed legs. At least his pants(or shorts) were even now.
He turned, and started to run away from his fears.

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Peter was ashamed but he didn't care for any of Damien's talk, he didn't want Damien to be his friend he only wanted to be true to himself. Damien had seen him in his state of weakness and if Peter was to retain his self image he could not allow to be seen so weak again.

Why did Damien ignore his offer of retribution? Was he trying to destroy Peter on purpose? If Damien did not take vengeance how could Peter still maintain faith in himself? Until Damien took his retribution he would be a dangerous threat to Peter, time may calm Damien but it could also grow a hunger for Peter's death.

If he took vengeance now it would not only give Peter peace of mind but heal some of the rift between them.

Peter only said to Damien in a whisper between them:

"How could I allow Sasha to take the burden of lying to you on his own and still call my self Peter Christophe? Would you rather I allow hope to build within you only to be crushed? Would you rather I treat you like a baby and tell you that everything will be ok? I won't do that I WILL NOT! Because nothing will be OK, we are trapped in this place most of us are ether dead or wounded with no doctor and not even a plaster between us! You want me to tell you that everything will be OK over and over again like some idiot? You want me to tell you Sandy will be fine again and again when I know she isn't? You want me to lead you to fairy land? Well there is no fairy land there is only this god forsaken soil soaked with our blood."

Damien started to move towards some voice, Peter didn't care and was angerd by the actions of this coward. he pushed him to the ground as gentaly as he could and forced him to face him, face to face.

Peter was angre now, he was crazed and simply wanted death to come and free him. hardly himself Peter was shouting at the wounded Damien not caring for his condition.

"You damned basted, I do not care for any of your words you fool and I frankly do not care for any of your hurt feelings ether, you think I haven't lost friends today?, that I didn't lose some one important to me?!
Take your vengeance; I will not defend myself just HIT ME DAMN YOU, FACE ME YOU COWARD!"

Peter didn't notice Ashton coming at all until he called for him and ran away, Peter said not one word as he no longer had the energy to do so.

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"Damien, right? Listen, we've got to--" Ashton spoke hastily but paused as he looked at Damien and he fidgeted nervously. What was he looking at? Did Damien look that funny with his broken glasses and his bleeding head? He barely caught sight of the teen as Ashton nearly ran. He took the piece of cloth Ashton had given him and gave a small nod in thanks but didn't say anything else. What else was there to say? Damien looked at the cloth in his hands...maybe he could-

Damien never had the chance to finish his thought as he was pushed and fell on the ground. He sucked a sharp breath and looked at his attacker. Damien didn't even need his glasses to tell who that was - Peter Christoph was the one that did it. Even if the push wasn't that strong, Damien was still afraid that the other teen would hit him. He struggled to get free to no avail. He was simply too weak right now. He felt Peter's hot breaths as his face was just inches away from him.

"You damned basted, I do not care for any of your words you fool and I frankly do not care for any of your hurt feelings ether, you think I haven't lost friends today?, that I didn't lose some one important to me?! Take your vengeance; I will not defend myself just HIT ME DAMN YOU, FACE ME YOU COWARD!"

Hot furry filled Damien's mind as he saw nothing but red. How could Christoph accuse him of being a coward? How could he do that? Damien's hand connected to Peter's face as he punched the other teen as hard as he could, which was not really that strong after all considered the fact that he was still very weak from the bloodlost. He began to struggle again and this time, managed to land a foot in Peter's stomach. "...I'm not a c-coward, you son of a bitch! I'm not weak! Get off me, Christoph..." Tears began to run down his eyes as he remembered some of his less than pleasant memories.

..."Hey, mom...look at that kid...he's so weak..."

..."Yeah, he's a coward, papa...he can't even defend himself..."

..."I heard his parents were dead..."

..."the weakling..."

..."Coward..."

..."Rat..."

..."Pathetic"...


"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" Damien yelled as tears blinded his eyes and he began hitting Peter again and again "...take that back! Take that back! I'm not a coward! I'm a weakling! I'm not pathetic! I will kill you, Christoph!" He snapped as he punched Peter's face again, hitting his nose this time. Breathing heavily, Damien's body was on fire as every bone in his body hurt. Oh my god! Why did it have to hurt so much? Was he about to die? He didn't want to die yet...he wanted to save Sandy. Sandy was still alive...out there!

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Peter was amazed at the sheer determination of Damien's attack, he was badly wounded, bleeding and blinded yet he was able to utterly overpower Peter.

Peter felt the pain as Damien hit him again and again, his energy was sufficient to retaliate but he did nothing as it faded away.

Peter felt wound after wound reopening and his endurance failing, he did not scream nor did he cry for that was weakness and he could no longer afford weakness such as kindness and the caring that lead to Damien's current state of misery.

Peter felt his shame and guilt drifting away, he had paid his debt to Damien, he was free and he owed nothing to anyone.

Please let it stay this way he thought, I don't want to owe anything to anyone but myself.

Peter flinched when he felt his nose get hit… was it broken? Oh well Peter never cared for looks anyway.

Damien was crying, Peter didn't expect his reaction to be so extreme.

They both lay still, both weak, both pathetic.

Peter was bleeding, not from any harm cased by Damien but by the many wounds that opened and made much worse.

Peter still had some energy and decided to use it, saying a few words before passing out.

"Ha Damien, I didn't think you have it in you touched a nerve did I?

Look at us both weak, both pathetic but……. You are not a coward…… I am"

His vision died, his body was shattered and the strange figure returned

"Peter you Idiot"

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