Peterdea
Terrorhawk
- Joined
- Aug 13, 2006
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
CHAPTER 1: The History Of Peterdea
I knew living in Midwel as just being an easy life, no one really interfered with your business, nothing standing between you and your dreams and the people you were friends with were never far away. It was the way life was meant to be, it was perfect.
My name is Peterdea, no sir name, just Peterdea. I was born into a family with a brother and a twin sister. At the time of my birth my brother was ten. My mother, Lorna, was a great lady. She was always willing to help me, or anyone else in need for that matter. She always had a smile on her face, and no matter what would happen the smile would always be present. She died of cancer almost a year before the tragedy that befell Midwel occurred.
My father, was a very loud but funny kind of man. When he talked, everybody listened, and everybody laughed. He was interesting and was the kind of person you always wanted to hear stories from. When my mother died he quietened down a lot but still maintained his humour, he was a strong man.
My brother Sam was pretty much a gangster who didn’t know how to fight. He tried but always got hurt. He had a stutter that was often irritating but after so many years of it, I was used to it.
My twin sister Keira was very playful, and was often the one all the guys would talk about. A lot of the time her boyfriends would be hunted by Sam, when they hurt her he hurt them. He only ever managed to leave a mark on them.
As for me, I was pretty much a freak. I had a lot of friends but I was so weird that nobody really wanted to be around me very often. But that was how I liked it. I always make sure my hair is blue, I love that ****.
My main friends we’re all from different areas and subcultures. Trent, the aboriginal kid who relocated from Darwin to Midwel was a sports freak. He was great at footy, soccer, rugby and hockey.
Stephen was the smartass kind of guy who hung around with whoever he wanted at school. He was pretty much my best friend, the only one who would actuala loly want to hang out with me. In fact, he thought I was pretty cool. He dyed his hair blue and green as what he called a tribute to the freak that is Peterdea.
Shane was a metal head. He’d always have the latest albums of any local or popular international bands which was handy for whenever I needed some music. He was a good kid, and when I say was, I mean, not anymore.
As I said, life was great. I was happy, my friend were happy and even my enemies were happy.
It all started back when my mother became ill. None of us could believe it at that point. It was the worst thing that could happen (or so we thought). I remember seeing my dad try to keep hold of hope. He would always say “when you get better” and “good people don’t die of cancer” which was something he almost managed to get us to believe. I remember his face when my mum made the announcement. He was trying to hold back tears. Everyone hugged my mother and we just cried. All of us just stood there for a long time, not believing what was happening.
I had just turned 16 at the time of my mother death. I remember so little about the day up until the point when she passed away in her sleep. My sister and I heard the news and instantly we began to cry. My dad and brother were at the hospital with her leaving just me and my sister at home. She got the news before I did, I was watching TV.
Keira walked in and she broke down. Before she could talk and was crying, so I stood up and walked towards her. She fell into me and that’s when the reality hit me. I knew why she was crying all of a sudden. She’d never hugged me before, ever. I started to cry to and we just hugged for a long time. No words were said.
A few days after my dad was talking to all of us. He said it was important that we listened to what he was about to say.
“Before your mother was put to sleep, she said some things. Almost a prediction. It’s possible that it’s not true but I want you to hear it…” He started. He wiped away a tear and continued. “She told me about an event that is apparently going to occur. Only in Midwel, where no one can get out, and all who are in are doomed. It seems highly impossible but… I can’t help but to believe her…”
Sam laughed and walked out calling my dad an idiot. Keira and I were sure he knew what he was saying. But we chose to not make him speak anymore.
I became increasingly close to Keira over the next few moths. Our seventeenth birthday was, for the first time in our lives, spent with each other rather then anyone else. We were pretty much each others medicine to fix the pain of our mothers death. It was a good birthday but without our mum, it seemed hollow. We pretty much went to eat something together and then just went home.
School became a drag, Trent and Shane we’re off on a sort of work experience kind of thing on the other side of Midwel and all I had was Keira and Stephen. Sam was always working, sleeping or drinking so I never talked to him, and my dad was always killing time by walking, sleeping and all that sort of thing. He never truly recovered.
At school me and Stephen would hang out for fifteen minutes, then Keira would join us. It was pretty good. I was passing all my subjects at school and other then the lack of a mother my life was great.
That leads up to the tragedy. A fate seemingly worse then death. My mothers last words came true. Over one week, life in Midwel went to ****. The power went out late one evening. People had no idea what was going on. There was reports of beasts attacking people but that seemed too untrue. I was hanging out with Keira and Stephen at the time of the barriers drop. It was like a magic barrier, which was so unreal in my mind, and it kept everything in. Just like my mother said…
I knew living in Midwel as just being an easy life, no one really interfered with your business, nothing standing between you and your dreams and the people you were friends with were never far away. It was the way life was meant to be, it was perfect.
My name is Peterdea, no sir name, just Peterdea. I was born into a family with a brother and a twin sister. At the time of my birth my brother was ten. My mother, Lorna, was a great lady. She was always willing to help me, or anyone else in need for that matter. She always had a smile on her face, and no matter what would happen the smile would always be present. She died of cancer almost a year before the tragedy that befell Midwel occurred.
My father, was a very loud but funny kind of man. When he talked, everybody listened, and everybody laughed. He was interesting and was the kind of person you always wanted to hear stories from. When my mother died he quietened down a lot but still maintained his humour, he was a strong man.
My brother Sam was pretty much a gangster who didn’t know how to fight. He tried but always got hurt. He had a stutter that was often irritating but after so many years of it, I was used to it.
My twin sister Keira was very playful, and was often the one all the guys would talk about. A lot of the time her boyfriends would be hunted by Sam, when they hurt her he hurt them. He only ever managed to leave a mark on them.
As for me, I was pretty much a freak. I had a lot of friends but I was so weird that nobody really wanted to be around me very often. But that was how I liked it. I always make sure my hair is blue, I love that ****.
My main friends we’re all from different areas and subcultures. Trent, the aboriginal kid who relocated from Darwin to Midwel was a sports freak. He was great at footy, soccer, rugby and hockey.
Stephen was the smartass kind of guy who hung around with whoever he wanted at school. He was pretty much my best friend, the only one who would actuala loly want to hang out with me. In fact, he thought I was pretty cool. He dyed his hair blue and green as what he called a tribute to the freak that is Peterdea.
Shane was a metal head. He’d always have the latest albums of any local or popular international bands which was handy for whenever I needed some music. He was a good kid, and when I say was, I mean, not anymore.
As I said, life was great. I was happy, my friend were happy and even my enemies were happy.
It all started back when my mother became ill. None of us could believe it at that point. It was the worst thing that could happen (or so we thought). I remember seeing my dad try to keep hold of hope. He would always say “when you get better” and “good people don’t die of cancer” which was something he almost managed to get us to believe. I remember his face when my mum made the announcement. He was trying to hold back tears. Everyone hugged my mother and we just cried. All of us just stood there for a long time, not believing what was happening.
I had just turned 16 at the time of my mother death. I remember so little about the day up until the point when she passed away in her sleep. My sister and I heard the news and instantly we began to cry. My dad and brother were at the hospital with her leaving just me and my sister at home. She got the news before I did, I was watching TV.
Keira walked in and she broke down. Before she could talk and was crying, so I stood up and walked towards her. She fell into me and that’s when the reality hit me. I knew why she was crying all of a sudden. She’d never hugged me before, ever. I started to cry to and we just hugged for a long time. No words were said.
A few days after my dad was talking to all of us. He said it was important that we listened to what he was about to say.
“Before your mother was put to sleep, she said some things. Almost a prediction. It’s possible that it’s not true but I want you to hear it…” He started. He wiped away a tear and continued. “She told me about an event that is apparently going to occur. Only in Midwel, where no one can get out, and all who are in are doomed. It seems highly impossible but… I can’t help but to believe her…”
Sam laughed and walked out calling my dad an idiot. Keira and I were sure he knew what he was saying. But we chose to not make him speak anymore.
I became increasingly close to Keira over the next few moths. Our seventeenth birthday was, for the first time in our lives, spent with each other rather then anyone else. We were pretty much each others medicine to fix the pain of our mothers death. It was a good birthday but without our mum, it seemed hollow. We pretty much went to eat something together and then just went home.
School became a drag, Trent and Shane we’re off on a sort of work experience kind of thing on the other side of Midwel and all I had was Keira and Stephen. Sam was always working, sleeping or drinking so I never talked to him, and my dad was always killing time by walking, sleeping and all that sort of thing. He never truly recovered.
At school me and Stephen would hang out for fifteen minutes, then Keira would join us. It was pretty good. I was passing all my subjects at school and other then the lack of a mother my life was great.
That leads up to the tragedy. A fate seemingly worse then death. My mothers last words came true. Over one week, life in Midwel went to ****. The power went out late one evening. People had no idea what was going on. There was reports of beasts attacking people but that seemed too untrue. I was hanging out with Keira and Stephen at the time of the barriers drop. It was like a magic barrier, which was so unreal in my mind, and it kept everything in. Just like my mother said…
