Scientific interest - Rp with fallen_empath

[beastlyinsides]

I crouch down next to Peter's prone body, stroking the hair away from his eyes, tracing the line across his forehead where I cut into him. There's nothing there now, just a bit of dried up blood, indicating the injury. I can't wait to see what's hidden in his brain, see what I can take and make mine

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[fallen_empath]

It's not until I feel excruciating pain at the base of my skull do I realize it happened again. Obviously, because you don't feel anything when you're dead

[beastlyinsides]

Fair enough, it was a mistake to remove the glass from his head, but he's making the mistake of thinking that I'm in a mood to fight with him. After the initial small surprise, I grab a hold of him with my TK and pin him down properly. I'm prepared for him to push back. Fuck, we've been through this part before.

He can come back from anything, it seems. I pulled him off a building, he's fine. I killed him, he's fine. Just like the perky little cheerleader. If I can't have her, then I will have him.

"Come on, Peter. You can share. Your mommy taught you how to share, didn't she?" I slice into him, deep, not wasting time with banter.

[fallen_empath]

I'm slammed down to my back, pain shooting through my spine as I make contact with the rough carpeting, unable to move a muscle.

A sickening realization grips me: Sylar wants what I have, and he'll stop at nothing to get it. I can't let this monster take Claire's power and roam the earth forever, killing people for their abilities. Even though it seems I can't die, fear and disgust rise in me. I need to remember how it feels to use his telekinesis. It's the only chance I have to stop him from taking what he wants.

Sylar's invisible blade cuts easily into my skull like a hot knife through butter, the sound piercing and grating inside my head, making my teeth ache. My healing power is working overtime, but the pain is intense, and I don't know if I can fight it off forever. I push forward with everything I have, and gasp, "I'm not sharing anything with you!"

[beastlyinsides]

I hit the wall, breath momentarily knocked out of my lungs, teeth clipping into my lip. I laugh, pushing away from the wall, returning to him and finding that he's already healed again. Stubborn little fuck. "I guess dying really took it out of you. I could barely feel that, you got to do better."

It doesn't escape my notice that we're about evenly matched and that we could be at this for a while. But of course I have an idea. Glass in, dead and no healing. Glass out, alive and healing.. This is a god damn no-brainer.

"You're sharing everything you got with me, you little bitch. Stop fighting it."

I press my knee into his chest, pinning him down both with that and with the TK, grabbing the piece of glass with one hand and twisting his head to the side with the other. "Say goodnight Peter."

[beastlyinsides]

I don't know what time it is, if it's been hours or days since I passed out. My throat is dry, I know that and that's the motivator needed for me to get my shit together and try to move. I fall out of the couch face first at my first attempt, having to pull myself up using the couch and the wall behind it

[fallen_empath]

The exhaustion of my fight with Sylar must have overtaken me, because the next thing I’m aware of is weak sunlight warming my face. Yeah, I fell asleep as I was. Except now I’m covered with my brother’s charcoal-gray suit jacket, and he’s sitting next to me, his hand resting on my knee, staring off into the horizon

[beastlyinsides]

I get myself some new clothes in a store, I can't stand to wear Gabriel's old clothes for long, much less see myself in the mirror with them on. It's a reminder of a time that's behind me, thank God. Invisibility comes in handy both for acquiring the clothes and for getting myself a meal at no expense at all. If I ever see Peter again, I'll have to thank him. This toolbox of abilities, even with how my head is still throbbing when I use them, is so handy

[fallen_empath]

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself, letting go of my anger at Nathan just as quickly as it came. Thinking back on what he said, I should have known his intent was not to hurt me or undermine me. It’s because my abilities can’t protect me anymore, and he can’t either. He’s afraid he’ll lose me.

But I definitely just used telekinesis to throw my brother off the roof of this building. My hands are still scraped raw. My abilities aren’t working. So how was I able to do that? What the hell is wrong with me?

Nathan is right. He’s always right. I can’t go off half-cocked, trying to be the hero when I’m powerless. If I die, no one will be able to stop Sylar from hunting down every last special in the world…

That’s when it hits me. That’s the reason Sylar was here in the first place. Mohinder’s father had a comprehensive list of people with abilities. If Sylar got his filthy, murdering hands on it, then this situation is even worse than I could have imagined. He wouldn’t have left if he didn't get what he came for. I was just a

[beastlyinsides]

Marky goes bye-bye the moment I have Vegas in sight and I fly onwards, not even bothering to check what shape the bloody spot he'll make on the ground will have. I've got another target in sight, one that will be far more rewarding. I can't wait

[fallen_empath]

I shift the car into park outside of Candice’s building and grab my disguise off the passenger side seat: a bouquet of roses. It was the best thing I could think of on such short notice, under such extreme circumstances.

I hope I’m not too late, I think over and over, a mantra running through my head. My heart is pounding against my ribs, fear and adrenaline high in my blood. If Sylar’s made it here before me, and he’s still here, I’m not making it out alive; of that much I’m certain

[beastlyinsides]

Saint Peter is an idiot, doing all the work for me. I move into Candice's apartment right behind him, moving quietly and invisibly. The girl is struggling to get free and I don't blame her. He's got dark rings under his eyes, he's broken into her apartment and there's no sign of him being about to let her go. For all she knows, he's a nutcase and the one who's going to kill her. Good job, Petrelli

[fallen_empath]

This is how it ends. Peter Petrelli’s final display of heroism gets him nowhere except for the world that lies beyond this one. I shouldn’t have come here…Nathan told me this would happen, and stubborn like usual, I didn’t listen. Trying to save the world, and I can’t even save myself. Sylar’s going to kill me, and it is going to take this time.

Sylar’s taunts and his ever-present grin infuriate me even through my fear, but I can’t move, his arm pressed so hard against my throat my vision darkens. Then it occurs to me that I’m still able to get some kind of breath. Physically choking the air out of me isn’t really his style. Struggling against him, I look toward Candice; why isn’t she using her ability to at least save herself from becoming Sylar’s next victim?

Because she’s tugging uselessly at the doorknob, but Sylar is no doubt mentally holding it shut. Tears run down her face, which is twisted in agony, and her other hand clutches her throat, her mouth opening but no sound coming out. What has he done to her? Is he just going to

[beastlyinsides]

He comes closer, guided by the urge I feel inside him. He wants this so fucking badly, but doesn't know how to get it. That's where I come in, grabbing his hand when he reaches out for me and guiding his fingers into the warm and still living brain of Candice Wilmer. My own fingers are tangled with his, searching out the right place for the both of is. "There. Can you feel it, Peter? Can you understand the ability and make it yours?"

I can already feel the power slot into place in my own brain, an almost imperceptible shiver going through me when it does. God, I love that feeling. If I could pick up powers the way Peter used to be able to do, I still wouldn't. I couldn't give up this sensation for anything, couldn't give up the hunt and the kill.

I wonder if little Peter is going to feel the same way soon.

My fingers slide wetly against his to leave him more room, blood pooling up and coloring our hands crimson. "Focus. You can do this."

It's about as close to a fucking pep-talk as I can come here. He'll have to do the rest

[fallen_empath]

“I’m trying,” I choke out, my fingers sliding around in her blood. I’ve momentarily forgotten to breathe I’ve focused my concentration so much.

I’m desperate for this, and I can feel it there, just beneath the surface, lingering under my fingers. I’ve never had to actively find an ability and make it mine; my body did all the work for me. Sometimes I never knew I’d picked something up until it manifested accidentally, and I had to learn to control it with use.

Something tells me it will be different now, if I can just see it, and understand it.

Time is running out. The life left in her misfiring, failing synapses is fading, and along with it my access to Candice’s ability. She’ll have died in vain if I can’t do this, and I’ll still be powerless to stop him. Sylar will win. I need this if I want to get it all back.

Frustration isn’t going to help. I have exactly one more minute before it’s lost to me forever, and I have no idea how I know that. I just do.

Focus, Petrelli. Do something right for once in your damn life.I could

[beastlyinsides]

Peter leans against me, exhausted and with his hands all bloody. Fuck, I like the sight of that, but he's got work to do here still. I give him a hard enough shove to make him tumble over, standing up. "Get your ass in gear, Peter. We need to clean up and get out of here, right now. You don't fucking rest where you've harvested an ability

[fallen_empath]

I’m sure I'd be panicking right now...if I weren't so damn tired. I want to lie down somewhere dark and safe, and go to sleep. Childishly, I imagine that I'm home and that this, in fact, is just a terrible fucking nightmare. I want to wake up so badly

[beastlyinsides]

Peter leaves a trail of clothes to the shower, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. I snort and remove my own, I might as well make use of the hot tub while he occupies the bathroom. I'm soon sinking into the warm water, stretching out and relaxing. This is a far shout from the filthy motels I'm usually in, nice and clean. No stench of previous guests stuck to the walls. I could get used to this. Peter... he must be used to places like this. Rich and spoiled little boy that he is. Nothing better to do than to get in the way and look where that got him. Look where that will take him

[fallen_empath]

When I wake up, my mouth is incredibly dry despite the fact I’ve drooled all over the arm I had propped up under my head in lieu of a pillow. How long have I slept

[beastlyinsides]

I'm tempted to roll my eyes at Peter's oh so rebelious demonstration with the juice, but I don't comment. Chances are that the plan I've got going will upset him plenty and that's enough of a payback right there. I grab one more French toast, pouring a generous amount of syrup over it before answering

[fallen_empath]

I look down at myself in a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Sylar actually thinks I’m going to be caught dead wearing something like this? His illusion is extremely strong. The pants are so tight I can barely breathe, and they leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. I look like a circus performer about to go walk a tightrope or ride a trapeze or something!

“No fucking way. I’m not wearing this,” I sulk, knowing very well if I change the illusion he’ll just switch it back. Or make it worse. He’s such a bastard, and his smug smile infuriates me even more.

Grudgingly, I have to agree that Sylar’s got a point with the choice of outfit. I guess Linderman wasn’t giving my mom the eyes after all; maybe it was my brother he was after. And I’m not a scrawny, gawky teenager anymore. He probably won’t even recognize me, and it won’t matter if he does. He’s not going to live to enjoy a bit of it.

It’s just a game, Petrelli. Play, and move on. The ends justify the means, right? My thought process surprises me lately, but I have to