phantom222
05-06-2007, 12:44 PM
pairing: everyone
rated, PG 13
heroes is the property of NBC
peter petrelli packed his bags. it was the day after the election, and nathan had won. he had just found out that nathan had talked to claire, but was still letting her go to paris. nathan walked into his room
`peter` nathan said. `your not leaving, the elections over, claire can come back once things are settled, and there is no bom--`
` YES THERE IS!` peter roared `AND YOUR LOOKING AT HIM! Nathan, you were supposed to talk to claire, you were supposed to talk to mom! i thought that i could stay and not blow up because i thought, you were gonna let claire stay! Now i have little time to get out of here before i blow New York to a crater. you know everything i said was true, the cheerleader even turned out to be your daughter for Christs sake!`
nathan sighed `peter---`
`No, no more. i will leave, even if i die in the process.` and peter stormed out of the room.
why had nathan done this? Was the election more important than his family? then this city? then millions of lives? peter walked downstairs and saw claire with a suitcase, waiting by the door.
`lets go.` peter said, nodding his head towards the door.
`Go?` Claire asked `go were?`
`listen to me claire`peter said hurriedly. `I dont know why, but i saved you, i was supposed to save you. I think it was so you could save everything.But I dont know how you stop me from blowing up, i just know you do. so we need to see someone who might know.
`Who`s that?` Claire asked, perplexed.
peter`s reply was plain and simple `Isaac Mendez.`
peter and claire arrived at Isaac`s studio. Peter gulped. The last time he was there, Simone was killed. And Isaac would probably try to kill him on sight.
`Isaac?` peter called through the studio. `Its Peter, and I need your help. Isaac?` Peter walked towrads the center of the studio to see Isaac, dead on the floor with his brain removed.
`Oh my God` claire said closing her eyes.
peter looked from Isaac`s dead body to a knew painting of a man standing in a twisted version of the oval office. `Sylar.`
i know, that probably stunk, dont be afraid to say so. however, on the off chance that anyone liked it. i`d be happy to make more.
rated, PG 13
heroes is the property of NBC
peter petrelli packed his bags. it was the day after the election, and nathan had won. he had just found out that nathan had talked to claire, but was still letting her go to paris. nathan walked into his room
`peter` nathan said. `your not leaving, the elections over, claire can come back once things are settled, and there is no bom--`
` YES THERE IS!` peter roared `AND YOUR LOOKING AT HIM! Nathan, you were supposed to talk to claire, you were supposed to talk to mom! i thought that i could stay and not blow up because i thought, you were gonna let claire stay! Now i have little time to get out of here before i blow New York to a crater. you know everything i said was true, the cheerleader even turned out to be your daughter for Christs sake!`
nathan sighed `peter---`
`No, no more. i will leave, even if i die in the process.` and peter stormed out of the room.
why had nathan done this? Was the election more important than his family? then this city? then millions of lives? peter walked downstairs and saw claire with a suitcase, waiting by the door.
`lets go.` peter said, nodding his head towards the door.
`Go?` Claire asked `go were?`
`listen to me claire`peter said hurriedly. `I dont know why, but i saved you, i was supposed to save you. I think it was so you could save everything.But I dont know how you stop me from blowing up, i just know you do. so we need to see someone who might know.
`Who`s that?` Claire asked, perplexed.
peter`s reply was plain and simple `Isaac Mendez.`
peter and claire arrived at Isaac`s studio. Peter gulped. The last time he was there, Simone was killed. And Isaac would probably try to kill him on sight.
`Isaac?` peter called through the studio. `Its Peter, and I need your help. Isaac?` Peter walked towrads the center of the studio to see Isaac, dead on the floor with his brain removed.
`Oh my God` claire said closing her eyes.
peter looked from Isaac`s dead body to a knew painting of a man standing in a twisted version of the oval office. `Sylar.`
i know, that probably stunk, dont be afraid to say so. however, on the off chance that anyone liked it. i`d be happy to make more.