Short Story

Peter had warned me to stay outside at first, that he'd call me if he needed help, but I am too impatient of a person to actually listen to him, so when I heard a loud bang I reacted as fast as I could. I walk into the industrial park place and wince when I see Liz's dad. He's just lazily leaning against a small metal table, his arms crossed. His suit was whipping around, chasing Peter easily, but it was crashing into every support beam in the barren concrete and it only had two more left until the whole place comes crumbling down. Peter grunts as he finally lands on the floor, standing up straight. "I'm sorry, Pete," Mr. Allen states easily, pushing himself off of the table. Peter shrugs and lifts his arms, "For what? That thing …show more content…

I yelp loudly in pain, my side was already hurting and now that pain was added to more on my other side and to my back. I was face up under the dusty concrete, my chest was pressed under it, my legs and arms free of it. I tried to move a little but I immediately scream in pain, something was in me, I can feel the hard metal inside of my abdomen. "Ah," I groan out, my head feels like it wants to explode, and I know, even if I am able to lift this off of me, I can't because if I do I'll bleed out. My eyes widen when I realize Peter isn't next to me, I cough a few times, the dust making it into the throat. "Peter!" I scream, "Peter, hey Peter where are you?" "Hello?" Peter yells out frantically. I immediately sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. A tear brushed down my face, picking up dust along the way, "W-where are you?" "I'm down here, I-I'm stuck. I'm stuck, I can't move. I can't-" He yells out, but stops suddenly, making me wiggle with excruciating pain. "Peter, hey, hey, what's going on are you okay?" I squeak out, tears streaming down the side of my temples. I twist my head around trying to search for him but my vision is blocked by other pieces of concretes, making me cry harder. I can't lose him. So, I do what I know best, I close my eyes tightly thinking about Peter, all of my memories of him, the sound of his voice echoing in my head. The