From the forest itself comes the handle for the ax

- Matisyahu

Peter.

His name is Peter.

And what a wonder this knowledge is as for almost 15 years he's been nameless.

A weapon.

A tool to be used.

Or at least, that was all he was up until he read those files.

You see, for as long as he can remember he has been preparing for a great work. To be the hand guiding those to a better world. Or at least, that's what he thought before his world crashed down around him and he realized... He's on the wrong side.

In those files was the truth. The ugly truth. That he was kidnapped at a young age after his parents were ruthlessly slaughtered just for their work. That he's been lied to and brainwashed all of these years as he trained to become something more. That everything he's been working towards hasn't been for a noble cause. It's been for an evil one.

And those realizations shook him to his core. It tore violently through years of brainwashing and fake honeyed reassurances that what he's been doing is the right thing. It opened his eyes to his circumstances as a teenager who's been taken advantage of – although with the blood on his hands he doesn't think he counts as a teenager anymore. More like a monster.

Some of those realizations came quickly, knocking down his core beliefs and leaving him breathless and horrified. Some of those realizations came slowly, molding his morality into something new and hacking away at his ideals of a better world. And some of those realizations are still coming, slowly creeping in like the rising tide before they flood him with change.

But what does this all mean? His identity, his purpose, may have been shattered into pieces, but he does know one thing: He needs to stop this. He needs to escape and take down this false "we are bringing about a better world" that he grew up in.

So he bides his time. He trains with the purpose of getting as good as he can so he can tear this organization to shreds. He learns as much knowledge as he can so that he may be set loose in a world that makes sense to him. For he can't bring down the monster he doesn't know inside and out. And he can't save that which he doesn't understand.

He waits. He schemes. He changes his core beliefs and standards.

And then one day the time comes.

Just like the day when he snuck in to view those files, there is once again an opening in the guards. A shift in the base as those who have been stationed there prepare to leave and those who have come to release them prepare to take their places.

Aware of the shift, he flits from place to place on the ceiling where the cameras can only catch brief glimpses of him. On his back is a bag containing a few vital items stolen from around the base.

Making it outside, he hikes to a safe distance before turning around and pulling out a receiver. He flips it on, presses a button, and watches in glee as the base blows sky-high.

He stands there, overtaken with a feeling of accomplishment, and watches the place burn.

They created a monster, and a monster they will get.

For this monster has made it his mission to take them down, even if it means going down with them.