i got a an angst Peter ballard x reader

Where y/n is an orderly trying to escape along with Peter and eleven. but y/n ends up getting killed.

adding more to Peter’s rampage

I Will Not Go Quietly

“We have to leave tomorrow,” you told Peter, your voice holding an air of finality.

The two of you had planned your escape for months. and yesterday, 011 had agreed to help you. You still couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow you would be leaving this place. forever. 

“She’ll go down to the basement with me, I’ll let her go through the vent. Once this Soteria is out,” he tapped the bump underneath the soft skin at the base of his neck, “I’ll be able to come back up here and help us get out through the front.”

“And the other children?” 

Peter didn’t answer you, instead looking down to where your hands were linked together. He squeezed your hand and looked back up at you, those eyes cold and void of the life you’d seen in them every time he’d spoken to the children here. He’d been the only one to truly help and care for them. And you.

“I want to help us all,” he finally said, his voice so broken that you felt a piece of your heart break with his. “But I can’t. Once we leave, the children here won’t be able to have a life better than the one they had here. They’d be killed. Or interrogated. Either way, we can’t take them all with us.”

“Is there really no way we can get them out of here?” you dared to ask, your eyes shining with tears. You’d spent years with these children. Watching them hone their talents.

 “I can make people see things. Have dreams,” he started. “I’ll try and distract the guards long enough for us to take two more with us. We can try and come back, but…”

“It wont work, will it?” you breathed out a shaky sigh and took your hand from his to cover your face. Hot tears fell between your fingers. “We’ll be leaving them here with this monster. While we get to have the life that these kids will never see.”

Peter couldn’t deny. Couldn’t comfort you in any way. His heart clenched uncomfortably tight in his chest, watching you cry like this. And he couldn’t do a thing about it. And so, all he did was hold you. and allow your tears to soak through his shirt. 

The next morning, you woke with bleary eyes, dry as sand every time you blinked. You’d cried until you’d fallen asleep. You couldn’t remember when Peter had left your room. Only that you had woken up, the feeling of his arms holding you tightly nothing more than the ghost of a touch long gone.

The rest of the day, your smile never faltered. Praises, and “good job”, and “I’m proud of you” were things you made sure to say to all the children. This would be the last time you saw them. and you wanted them to remember your kindness.

“Wait for me in the storage room down the hall, just before Brenner’s office, alright?” Peter stood outside the Rainbow Room with you, the door open as the children made their way out, to their individual assessments at the other facilities. 

You made your way down to the storage room, goosebumps raising on your skin. This was the last time you’d walk these halls. Walk past Doctor Brenner and greet him: “Good morning, Doctor.” Your smile left your face the minute he turned his back to you again. 

And now the waiting game began. 

Peter walked down the hall, in the opposite direction you had gone in. The basement was cold when he got there. 011 was huddled in a corner, her eyes wide, looking up at him expectantly. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” he said gently, “We’re going to get out of here. We’re going to be safe.”

“Promise?’ she asked, holding out her little finger. 

Peter smiled. You’d taught her pinkie promises. 

“I promise.”

One pinkie promise later, Eleven was standing over Peter, who crouched down on his haunches for her, his belt clenched between his teeth. This was going to hurt.

You were crouched in the storage room in the corner yourself when you started to hear the shouts. 

“He’s down the hall!”

“001 and 011! There’s been a breach! 001 and 011 went that way!”

Screaming. The crunch of bones. Silence. 

You jumped at the heavy thud that came from the door. Your breaths came out short. You had to stay here. Had to stay quiet. Another thud further away this time.

“No…” you stood up on shaky legs and lunged for the door. You pushed your body against the cold metal and fell through into the hall. 

There was so much blood... 

Soldiers were scattered across the floor. Their guns, useless at their sides and strapped into their bloodied uniforms. Their arms, their legs, their eyes. You couldn’t help the gag that forced its way into your throat. Bile burnt and clawed its way up. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowed once, twice. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. you had to calm down. Whoever had done this. You had to keep your wits about you. 

“Y/N?” “Peter…” your eyes stung as bright little dots swam over your vision. But he was there. At the end of the hallway. Eleven was behind him, her eyes wide and frightened. 

They were both covered in blood. Had he done this? Did they cause all this death? These horrible, horrible deaths? You took a step towards them. But soldiers came up behind you far too quickly and you heard the gunshots before you could even turn around.

“No!” Peter screamed, making to run towards you. “Y/N!”

But he didn’t make it. You stumbled another step forward. Your legs shook. Was it from the shock? Fear? You didn’t know. you just needed to get to Peter. You felt for the access card in your pocket. Your hand came away red.

“What…” you felt it then. The pain washed down over you like a wave, merciless and beating. 

The soldiers behind you had managed to hit you on your back. The bullet went through, above your heart. You aimed for the wall and slid down. A soldier lay dead beside you. You closed your eyes. Breathe. In and out, you told yourself. 

The sound of screaming filled your ears again. you heard the soldiers fall to your left. Footsteps. Running from your right. Your eyes were heavy. So so heavy.

“I’m here…I’m here…” Peter was sobbing, falling to his knees by your body. He lifted a hand to your face, fingers shaking as he dared to touch your cheek. 

Your white uniform bled three crimson patches. Your eyes remained closed. Those eyes he’d seen wide open in fear moments ago. 

“No…” he grabbed your shoulders and hugged you tightly. As if that would somehow wake you up. Bring you back. He rocked back and forth with you like that, the alarms ringing, ringing, ringing. 

And he wished it would all stop for a moment. Enough that he could stay with you just a little bit longer. But the gunshots came back. And he was forced to his feet. 

“Peter!” Eleven shouted from the end of the hall he’d left her at. 

He didn’t hear her anymore. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anyone here anymore. Let all of them die. He let the soldiers in their pathetic little uniforms with their useless guns drag him down the hallway.

That’s right. Give the bastards hope.

Reaching the corner, Peter cricked his neck to the side. His blood ran cold at the crunch and wet gurgles. The two men fell, their grips limp around his biceps. They slumped to the floor. Their skulls were crushed in, and he was left to look out at the mess of bodies he’d left in his wake.

 “For you... For you, I will not go quietly.” 

The promise was hushed, uttered and murmured under his breath as he continued his rampage. Hawkin’s Laboratory, this facility, was left with a river of blood, Peter’s footprints on the white tiles, as he promised himself that these people would never forget who he was. Who he had been and who he had left behind. 

The only thing left to be witness to his carnage was Eleven, shaking in the corner. She trembled and fell to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.