I. [ holo / arrival ] they say a hero can save us.
He could do it. He could stop Sylar. He could stop the entire damn mess that Nathan made right then, right there. Bennet gave him the instrument to do the deed: a long needle with enough drugs to knock out an elephant. Good for them that Sylar still was affected by sedatives. There was a glance sent to Bennet. It had better be a sedative. Stopping Sylar didn't mean they had to kill him, if they even could by this point. Peter Peterelli wasn't a killer. Not when he had a say in it.
With the reassuring look from Bennet, he turned and limped off to find the President. He had to meet the President and use the power he had just copied from Sylar. He had to make sure no more damage was done. Nathan started the whole thing and of course it was up to him to stop it. Some sort of irony was there, he was sure. He just hoped that Claire could find Nathan as he moved on to take Sylar down. Once and for all.
But when he threw open the door, turning to meet the President... it was all gone. He found himself in a small cylinder room. His eyes darted around and he suddenly wished he had something other than shapeshifting. Dammit, why couldn't he hold onto more than one power anymore? He stumbled backwards out of the room; free hand going out behind him to steady himself. His leg still hurt like a bitch and he was panting from trying to run. Where the hell was this?
"Claire? Noah? Hey, what the hell is this?!"
Then the silver bracelet caught his eye. Scowling at it he brought it up to look at it properly as he slipped the needle into his pocket. It was fused onto his skin. Suddenly a fear shot up his spine. Was this another trap to get him caught? He had already been running for his life from Nathan's plan. And his brother, as much as he loved him, proved that he couldn't be trusted. His eyes shot up as he turned around again.
"Was it all a lie, Nathan? Wouldn't surprise me after all the shit you've done lately! Come out and face me and tell me this is a joke! Because I'm not laughing!"
Peter stopped and waited. But no reply came. He anxiously looked around again.
"Is anyone even here?"
With the reassuring look from Bennet, he turned and limped off to find the President. He had to meet the President and use the power he had just copied from Sylar. He had to make sure no more damage was done. Nathan started the whole thing and of course it was up to him to stop it. Some sort of irony was there, he was sure. He just hoped that Claire could find Nathan as he moved on to take Sylar down. Once and for all.
But when he threw open the door, turning to meet the President... it was all gone. He found himself in a small cylinder room. His eyes darted around and he suddenly wished he had something other than shapeshifting. Dammit, why couldn't he hold onto more than one power anymore? He stumbled backwards out of the room; free hand going out behind him to steady himself. His leg still hurt like a bitch and he was panting from trying to run. Where the hell was this?
"Claire? Noah? Hey, what the hell is this?!"
Then the silver bracelet caught his eye. Scowling at it he brought it up to look at it properly as he slipped the needle into his pocket. It was fused onto his skin. Suddenly a fear shot up his spine. Was this another trap to get him caught? He had already been running for his life from Nathan's plan. And his brother, as much as he loved him, proved that he couldn't be trusted. His eyes shot up as he turned around again.
"Was it all a lie, Nathan? Wouldn't surprise me after all the shit you've done lately! Come out and face me and tell me this is a joke! Because I'm not laughing!"
Peter stopped and waited. But no reply came. He anxiously looked around again.
"Is anyone even here?"