Chapter 36 - When It Rains, It Pours (2/2)
Turning to scan the area, he felt his heart drop even more in the cold weather. His eyes easily picked up the bullet holes that littered the ground and where his bench used to sit. Of course it was still there, but half of the back was chipped and destroyed now. Some of the planks that he would lie down on were also chipped and cracked.
Moving closer and looking down at his wood be home, Peter knew deep in his heart that he couldn't stay here any longer. The thought sent a wave of sadness through him, as this had been his home for the last few months. It looked like some type of gang war had taken place in the park destroying the area.
Small blotches of blood were littered over the place, but there were no signs of bodies. Peter sported a small frown for a second as he thought about where the bodies could be. He knew in a gun fight like this, there were bound to be quite a few casualties.
Following the carnage around him and looked at the evidence before him, he slowly moved over to a large oak that was only a few meters away. Seeing the chipped bark and bullet holes that riddled the trunk, he knew someone had hidden behind here.
Not giving it much thought he rounded the trunk to see if there was any blood, but froze once again as he spotted the destroyed mirror on the ground. Looking like something a woman would use, a small thought popped into Peter's mind that sent a shiver down his spine.
”Natasha?” He voiced the thought as more rain started to come down around him. Slowly lowering himself to pick up the mirror, he looked at the cracked item and closed his eyes. His emotions went into turmoil as he thought of the red head he met every other day.
She had been away for a few days so there was no proof that she had turned up today. There was also no other reason to believe that she had been here. He knew that, but with the mirror in hand his thoughts drifted off to the worst possible conclusion.
Before he knew it Peter was clasping the broken mirror so tight in his hand that it was bleeding. 'Will everyone close to me be hurt?' 'Will every home I make be destroyed?' His thoughts went darker and darker as he stood there trying to calm down.
Unbeknown to him with his eyes closed; Venom had peaked out from the spot inside his jacket and turned to face him. As if hesitating for a short while, it continued to look at him before slowly receding.
Peter continued to stand in the rain for an unknown amount of time, just the patter of rain on dirt to break the silence. He would have continued that way, trapped in his own head if not for the sudden darkness that covered him.
The rain that had been cascading down on his head was blocked as an umbrella was raised above his head. *Patter* *Patter* The sound of rain hitting the umbrella rang out and made Peter slowly open his dim eyes.
He looked at the old hand that raised the umbrella above him and followed it down to look into the wizened eyes of a grey hair old man. He said nothing as both stood there, before the old man spoke. ”You seemed to be troubled, youngster.”