How to housetrain a Petrelli - Rp with emt_petrelli

[beastlyinsides]

Finding a time traveler and ripping his power out of his skull was the best investment I ever did. There was no limit to the damage I could do with it, to time or to people I detested. It had led me to this time and place, one wet dock in Cork, Ireland. It is raining and cold, but I don't care about that. My focus is on the container in front of me

Comments

[emt_petrelli]

It's hollow in here. Dark, but hollow, and cold. I wake up the hard roar of rain echoing on metal, looking around in the darkness and wishing I could see. I'm sore, aching, and I can't feel my hands -- are they handcuffed? I can't tell

[beastlyinsides]

I can hear rough voices echo between the containers and footsteps. This isn't the time to discuss anything with Peter, this is the time to leave. I latch on firmer to the little lost puppy and jump with him, away from rainy Cork and back to the US. I've already secured a place for us in sunny Miami, paid for with Bob's shiny Midas powers. We won't run into my other self there or any Company people. Peter is all mine, he just doesn't know it yet

[emt_petrelli]

A hiss escapes me at the grip of his hand, tight and pressing pain into my flesh. The pain, though, is astoundingly easy to forget because of what happens next - in an instant, the dock, the containers, the rain, all of it vanishes and is replaced in the next moment by a house, sunshine, the sounds of city outside. I gape, shaking still from the chill rain clinging to my skin

[beastlyinsides]

So many questions. I expected that, but Christ... they never fucking end. "I'm Gabriel Gray." It almost makes me cringe to use that name, but it's better than using Sylar. He might recognize that more than the name of the long forgotten part of me. "You're Peter Petrelli and the people who were after you work for the Company, a secret organization that your family has a hand in. Your own family wants you eliminated, isn't that a kicker?" I snort, dropping into a chair, looking up at him

[beastlyinsides]

We're both soaked to the skin, Peter looking up at me with wide eyes, both shock and the earnest feeling that this is oh so wrong very obvious on his face. He's such a fucking boy scout, so sweet it could rot teeth. I pull free of his grip, eyes locked on his.

"If you think they wouldn't do this to us, you're wrong! This is how we do it, you can't afford to show these bastards mercy! Now, get a fucking grip and pick up your guy. Or help out." He's hesitant, but that's expected. I frown, breaking the staring contest with him when one of the men actually sit up groggily. I curse loudly and aim a burst of telekinesis at him, tearing his throat wide open as well.

"We got to move fast!" One more and then we'll save the best for last. Interrogating someone who I know won't know anything for the benefit of little Pete? How can that not be fun.

[emt_petrelli]

Am I not acting like me? It frustrates me to not know how I should be feeling, thinking, not knowing if this is me or what the people who did this me want me to act like. I let go of him when he pulls away, flinching when he rips open the throat of another man, blood splashing the ground and blending with rain. This is going to be a hell of a crime scene in the morning. I take in a shuddering breath, and see out of the corner of my eyes that the man I had grabbed before is beginning to get up.

Entirely on instinct, I reach out, pulling with thought alone and sending him scrabbling back to the ground. I don't question. Whatever I have, I'm holding tight to it, pushing onto his back enough to keep him down and pinned, while the other hand lifts to send lightning lancing through the air. The crackling sound mingles with the hiss of burnt flesh and howls of agony as the last man is burned. He falls and twitches, once, twice... then doesn't move again. Some part of me feels twisted.

[beastlyinsides]

I'm watching him kill our last loose thread, I can't take my eyes away from it, almost drinking in the distress I know Peter is in and the pain and final death of the victim. There's a sharp scent of overcooked meat in the air, lingering for a moment before the rain can beat it into submission. It's beautiful, not so much for the kill as for the look in Peter's eyes when I turn to him. "Good, you're getting your priorities straight."

I join him, dragging the chosen man up from the ground. "Hold on to me." If he can pull his eyes away from the body, that is. "Come on, Pete. Leave it, he's dead and fucking well deserved too. They should never have touched you."

The man I'm holding tries to speak and I punch him right in the face. No talking yet, pawn. Save that for later.

[emt_petrelli]

I killed him.

It drums in my head like my heartbeat, thump-thump-Ikilledhim-thump-thump. I stare at the charred remains of the body, feeling as though there's nothing else. There's a dull roar in my ears and I can't see anything but-- Gabriel is beside me suddenly and I force myself to look away, peering up at him through the rain. They deserved it, he tells me. "Right..."

My attention goes to the remaining man and I flinch when Gabriel punches him, gritting my teeth a bit. "What now?" I ask, as I curl a hand around my partner's elbow, holding onto him.

[beastlyinsides]

"I know, I know." I throw him a look and turn my back to him, going down the hallway and upstairs, fully expecting him to follow me. "No coffee. I'll get you water."

Poor puppy, feeling sick and pale over a little bit of blood. I've done worse things, but I can't expect him to jump right into it. I can however fantasize about who I'll make him kill once he gets over his discomforts. There are far too many Petrellis and nothing would be sweeter than letting Peter handle that problem.

There was a small fascination there, regarding the blood on my hand. That's a good sign, perhaps.

I'm looking at his fingers now, when handing the water over. "I'm not the more patient, but I'll try with you, Peter."

[emt_petrelli]

I catch his look, holding his eyes for a moment, before following after him, glancing only briefly back at the door. It's easy to pretend there's nothing beyond it. As I follow him, I rub my fingertips together, sliding them over each other with the blood I'd dipped my fingers in from Gabriel's hand. It dries, staining my fingers and imprinting lightly on the glass when I take the water offered to me.

"I appreciate it... I'm sure it's more than frustrating to you, knowing who I'm supposed to be and me suddenly... not being that person, not swinging back to who I was." I pause, biting my lip. "It's frustrating enough to me."

[beastlyinsides]

"You'll recover, Peter. I know you will. Drink your water, you'll feel better." I drop into a chair, nodding at the one opposite. "I've been neglecting basic needs myself today, I think I'm running on very little energy. It's been stressful, finding you like you are, knowing that we need to send them a message and then pushing you like this. I'm sorry. I know you're not ready, but if it hadn't been important..." I sigh, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, looking at him sincerely.

"I'll get some answers out of him myself and you can get a shower and maybe something to eat. The fridge is full, I haven't been able to eat much lately. And you should get some rest as well, that might help clear your head." I pull myself up and pass Peter, squeezing his shoulder lightly with my clean hand. "I'll be downstairs."

It won't matter if he follows or not. I don't really need him to do this with me right now. There will be others, I only need Peter to feel like I give a shit about him.

[emt_petrelli]

After dropping into the other chair, I sip carefully at my water, letting it soothe my stomach as I listen to him. He seems sincerely apologetic... Now guilt claws at me, quiet but growing louder, as he tells me he hadn't been able to eat lately, that he'd been pushing himself, to find me. And I can even do the simple task of getting answers about what happened to me. I want them more than we probably need them - I should at least be able to do this.

Slowly, I nod, looking up at him when he squeezes my shoulder. His footsteps go back downstairs and I sip at the water again, mulling things over. It's quick to put the glass back in the kitchen, and I move down the stairs again, pushing the door open to peer inside. Even if I don't do this, don't help, I at least want to be there to hear the answers and to get used to what we did - do.

[beastlyinsides]

I snort a little, hearing the worry in his voice. "Shit, I know you've lost your memory, but you got to know that anyone can track you from this. There's blood, his. And hair or maybe skin, yours. I'm going to incinerate it and get rid of the evidence, just in case. You finish your shower, I'll need one after the clean up."

I know that he's not going to stop me, why would he? Everything I'm telling him makes sense, I am his partner, after all. Well, for all Peter knows.

Porting myself and the body to New York, placing it in an alley, making sure to leave the clothes there... It's a message to the Company, to Peter's family. If I was telling a little lie about them hunting him before, it'll be the truth now.

It doesn't take more than ten minutes and then I'm back, heading for the bathroom. "Hope you're out of there, Pete. Or else we'll have to share."