#au:tw

-crunch- -crack- Branches and dried leaves sounded under each bounding step, Peter breathed heavily launching another blast at this kill. ‘Shit, this guy is fast.’ He ran as fast as he could, the forest whizzing past him. Suddenly he lost the cloaked figure’s trail, vanishing after his target jumped over a fallen tree. Peter slowed to a stop, his eyes darting from tree to tree. He hoped to see a cloak or even hear distant footfalls, all he could hear were the birds above and the breeze hitting the trees, all of which seeming to mock his efforts. Peter was out of his element, responding to a soul repossession in a different world was always tricky. ‘The sooner I kill this guy, the sooner I can get back home to Lotta,’ it was date night and she was making lasagna. ‘Gotcha!’ Peter heard a branch snap a few feet to his left, he quickly sent a powerful energy blast in the direction of the sound. The blast hit a tree, sending splinters and dirt flying in all directions. Not wanting to waste a single moment, he sprinted into the debris to stand right next to his target before the dust settled.

Finally seeing his kill, Peter closed his eyes and swore to himself. “Fuck…” His voice trailed off, he opened his eyes to look at his target, a boy barely older than twelve. His green cloak ripped and torn, brown cloth shirt drenched in sweat around his upper torso and neck. “I may not be fully grown but I’ll still kill you where you stand” The boy’s voice was shaky and unsure as he fumbled to pull out his short sword. Before he could raise it, Peter had his sword drawn, firmly holding the tip inches away from the boy’s nose. Staring down the edge of the blade into the brown wide eyes of the youth before him. For some reason his body froze. Despite his kills leading to this point in time, he was unable to force himself to kill the boy, “Do it.” Peter said aloud to himself, the boy sat frozen on the ground, afraid of provoking the crazed man standing over him. “Stop looking at me!” Peter yelled at his kill, the boy quickly lowered his eyes to stare at the feet of his aggressor. Peter, stood and stared downward, he lost his nerve after seeing his target, this 'child' will grow to terrorize the peace in this world, but Peter was still unable to kill a boy so young.

Peter roared loudly at the boy, startling him, then said roughly “Run home, I choose to spare your life.” The child looked up in disbelief, “After all that, you are letting me go?” Peter roared again at the boy, then in a voice now tainted with disdain, “I said run home, not ask me stupid questions, SCRAM!” The boy, not bothered by the yelling, slapped the sword away from his face, stood, and quickly ran off through the trees. He looked back at the strange man sent to kill him. He stood there frozen as a statue, just standing in the small clearing made by the blast, sword arm hanging limply at his side staring at him as he ran away.

Peter turned and started to stalk off in the opposite direction, he wanted to get as far away from this cursed world as fast as possible. After a few steps he began to feel heavy and his heart began to pound in his chest. A sharp pain wracked his brain, and he clutched at his head, falling to the ground. Peter began to panic, his breath became harsh and his vision started to blur. He blinked his eyes trying to see the sky through the treetops, if he could just see it clear enough he can teleport himself home and away from whatever magic this planet was now affecting him with. Then suddenly a large figure, almost like a large tree full with leaves, entered his vision standing over him and blocking out the sky. Peter noticed that the figure was outlined by a green light, he could hear the creaking from its limbs through the sound of his blood pulsing in his ears. Then the figure spoke, with a low deep voice, “You have failed to fulfill your Death Pact, the law that governs this world punishes broken Oaths harshly.” Peter tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. “Yes Peter, I know you are not of this world. But our laws are strict, it sees no difference between those native to it and those who have come to us from afar. An Oath broken MUST be punished.” Peter sensed another presence nearby, hidden behind this large figure. It spoke much softer than the first voice, “You will be stripped of any previous titles you may have been given, your powers will be taken away and you will be forever bound to this place.” Peter, alarmed and afraid of what he was hearing, could not stop the tears now streaming from his eyes. Whether it was from the excruciating pain coursing through his body or the thought of losing everything he had back home, he was unsure. “Do not cry demon spawn, you will grow accustomed to our ways and your punishment will hardly seem as such after the first hundred years.” The large figure looming over him began to glow brighter, the outline of two objects Peter assumed to be eyes also began to glow on the figure. The pain Peter was feeling before paled in comparison to the pain he now felt magnified ten fold in his chest. His heart felt like it was exploding a million times over with the force of a thousand dying stars. Peter opened his mouth to scream, but instead a powerful white light burst forth. Lasting what felt like forever, in reality subsiding after a few seconds, he felt himself begin to black out from the pain.

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?