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quirkysmuseFandom: Heroes
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 13/17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire, various pairings, ensemble
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
NEW Notes: I'm not abandoning this fic. I just got really busy. Four chapters left!
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Peter, Mohinder and Claire arrive at Matt and Audrey's to a gruesome reality, and Peter has no choice to reveal his new power to Claire, and use them to bring Sylar to them.
[Previous Chapters]
Chapter Twelve
“We could probably get there faster if two of us could fly,” Claire complained, frowning as Peter sped down the highway toward Matt and Audrey’s apartment in the western suburbs of New York.
Mohinder turned around and gave her a small smile. “It can’t be helped. The drive is faster, and it would be difficult for Peter to carry us both and fly there.”
Claire pouted. “I know that; I’m just saying. Maybe we should have let Nathan come.”
“My brother can do more good on the phone, calling contacts in the government and increasing the terror alert to keep people in their homes,” Peter said. “Besides, he said he was going to contact your parents and make sure they’re okay.” He tried to give Claire a reassuring look, but her expression remained uneasy. Peter didn’t know what else he could do; she was obviously scared for Meredith and Claude’s safety. She turned her face away and stared out the window.
Peter increased the speed of the car, and as he drove down the empty highway, he thanked Nathan’s influence for clearing the roads and letting him have free reign as authorities left him alone. He scanned the area, and he felt an eeriness creep into his bones as the world within his view appeared vacant. When a random vehicle sped by him on the highway, it honked at them in warning, though he ignored it and continued on.
The world fell still, scared and hiding from the surmounting monstrosity of Sylar’s growing powers.
The atmosphere in the car felt thick as Claire and Mohinder said nothing, and Peter had no encouraging words left in his empathy reserves.
Mohinder appeared skeptical, as if he doubted Peter could get them out of this ordeal without changing the world back to the way it was, thus losing the reality bending powers forever and even risking his own life. Peter could share the same fate as Rena, and these powers would take their toll on his fragile human body.
Peter shuddered. Not only would he lose his life, but he would lose Claire. He hated to think selfishly at a time like this, but he had found happiness with her. He was drunk and satiated, and every fiber in his body resisted losing her.
He wished the world could stay this flawless, with Claire and him at the center of this perfection, but as Rena said, this world must balance. Peter created too much into the Light, and to offset that, there needed to be Darkness. This world needed Sylar, in all its morbid intentions. But it was within Peter’s nature to stop him. He was meant to oppose Sylar at every turn. Like an invisible thread, Peter and Sylar were connected, and though the ending was vague, a simple fact was clear. In order for the world to have some sort of normalcy, Sylar had to be taken down, either by death or by stripping his powers once again. Peter didn’t know if he had enough power to accomplish either, but he would try to defeat him and protect them all.
Peter glanced to his right, realizing that Mohinder’s eyes were on him. He furrowed his brow and the geneticist opened his mouth to speak.
“Peter, do you have a plan to confront Sylar? You said you won’t use your reality bending powers unless you really have to,” he said, and immediately his words interested Claire.
“Reality bending powers? Peter, what is he talking about?” Peter shot Mohinder a glare. He really didn’t want to tell Claire yet. In fact, he didn’t want to break the illusion with her that he was responsible for changing their relationship and giving her a different bio-dad.
“Awhile ago, I encountered someone with reality bending powers,” he said, avoiding Mohinder’s gaze. “I think it’s the cause of my memory loss.” It was sort of a lie, but more of a half-truth. Claire didn’t need to know every explicit detail of this rare ability.
He caught Claire’s gaze in the rear view mirror. “But I can’t use those powers that often. It’s like Hiro’s time travel. It places a great burden on my physical body. Because it requires such a large force of energy, it overwhelms me physically. It could do worse than put me in a coma; it could kill me.”
Claire looked angry and frightened. “You’re telling me now about these powers?”
“There are things about these powers that are better left in the dark, Claire. I only told Dr. Suresh because I needed to convince him that Gabriel was Sylar, so I gave him a special ability.” Peter paused, and Claire looked even more disturbed. He sighed heavily. “I’m partly responsible for Sylar’s actions. Somehow with my reality changing powers, I separated the reality between Gabriel Gray and Sylar. For awhile he’s been functioning as mild-mannered Gabriel Gray, but the memories came back and he’s angry with me. He’s killing people for powers again. This is the price I pay for messing with reality too much.”
“Unbelievable,” Claire said breathlessly, but then she became angrier. “Have you changed anything else about reality? Is there more I should know?”
Peter avoided Mohinder’s gaze like his life depended upon it. “No.” He didn’t look into Claire’s eyes to see if she believed him; meanwhile, Mohinder stayed silent in the passenger seat beside him.
He didn’t want it to come down to this. He wanted to keep these reality bending powers as secretive as possible.
“Well,” Claire said simply, and she crossed her arms and seethed in silence. Peter knew she’d be mad at him for awhile, at least until they find more word on Sylar. She then added with an irritated snort, “Let’s hope you don’t have to use it.”
“That’s the plan,” Peter said with a hint of cynicism.
“That’s it,” Mohinder said, motioning toward the quaint two-story house wedged quietly inside a row of cozy suburban houses.
Silence overtook their car again, and after the car stopped, Peter rushed out. Claire shut her door and fell instep beside him.
“It’s way too quiet for an entire neighborhood,” she murmured. Peter saw Mohinder look around, and they caught a few neighbors peeking through curtains in curiosity as their group walked up to the Parkman’s front door.
When a breeze creaked open the front door, the three of them froze with dread.
Nothing good ever came from a door opening like that.
“Oh no,” Claire said in a scared breath, and Peter jerked inside as Mohinder pushed the door completely open.
On the floor, Matt Parkman was dead, his head mutilated in Sylar’s usual style. Audrey’s body was broken on the other side of the room, most likely flung against the wall with Sylar’s TK, breaking her spine as she impacted.
“This is awful,” Suresh said with an awkward groan. Peter bit his lip and furrowed his brow. Claire looked at the bodies dazedly. Suresh blew out a strained breath and added with desperation, “If I ever doubted you, Peter, I’m sorry.”
Peter felt Mohinder’s comforting touch on his shoulder, but he honestly felt numb to it. Partly, Peter felt responsible for Matt and Audrey’s death, and he hated when the weight of the world fell so heavy upon him.
“Maybe we can look for clues,” Claire murmured, looking away and staring at Peter’s shirt. Her mind was elsewhere like his, lost somewhere in the gruesome reality.
“No,” Peter said. He choked back the sob and slowly, he retreated through the front door back outside. Mohinder was already calling the authorities on his cell phone. Because of the high terror level Nathan decreed, no authorities would be out here for awhile. However, they couldn’t let them go without informing the police. Audrey and Matt had been their good friends. Peter felt weak to the thoughts of seeing them just recently, happy and full of life.
His jaw set, he furrowed his brow and headed toward the car. “We keep going after him.” Claire pulled him back.
“But where do we go? We don’t know where he’s going next,” she said with frustration they all shared.
“He’s baiting us,” Peter said simply, and he turned to Mohinder who nodded in agreement. “He’s hurting people I care about; that’s why it’s so crucial Nathan stay put, and that we make sure Claude and Meredith are safe.”
“But they’re in London,” Mohinder added, and Claire shook her head.
“No, they were visiting the States for awhile. They have a vacation condo in New Jersey.” Her voice trailed off, and Peter could see that she was frightened for her parents’ lives. “Just last month they came over for a grill out.”
Or… that was what Claire was led to remember in regard to Peter’s reality-bending powers. He really didn’t go into details with her about his newfound powers, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want her to know what he did, that he made all of their lives a lie so they could be happy … in love and unrelated.
“Maybe…” Mohinder’s smooth voice brought him out of his thoughts, and Peter turned to him and noticed the doctor formulating a plan. He met Peter’s eyes. “We can get Sylar to come to us, and then he’ll stay away from the ones you love.”
“How? How will he even know?” Claire asked, ever the skeptic.
Peter liked Mohinder was going with this, but Claire was right. Sylar could be on his way to Costa Verde by now to take out Claire’s adopted family. The thought made him shudder. As much as he’d love Noah Bennet’s help too, there was no time for the man to get here, and Peter wanted all their families locked up, safe and sound. Mohinder was right. They needed to bait Sylar instead.
“What do you suggest I do?” Peter asked, open for all options.
“Make changes to the world with your powers, things that will annoy Sylar and send him gunning for you. Meet him at his own game,” Mohinder suggested.
Peter shook his head immediately. “No, I can’t. These powers are too unstable. They could kill me, and they could damage the cosmic fabric of the world. There are great consequences with changing reality. It’s physics, Mohinder. You know this.”
“What has Sylar destroyed that can’t be undone? You gave me powers, Peter. You say you’ve even changed the course of the world,” Mohinder said, and Peter glared at him as Claire looked on with confusion. God, not now! Peter didn’t want her to know.
“I’ve used them too much. Baiting Sylar with a few cheap tricks isn’t worth the cost of using them,” Peter said, feeling dejected. They just had to find another way.
“Can’t you try? Maybe something small and easy. You barely blinked when you gave me super strength,” Mohinder said.
Peter paused. He could ask Rena her advice, but he hadn’t seen her for awhile. He was almost afraid that she was gone forever, that her spirit had moved on and he had no one else to turn to for advice on these dangerous abilities.
“I can ask Rena, but I don’t know if she’ll come see me,” Peter said, and he realized he was thinking aloud. He wasn’t sure he should give them any hope to this outlandish plan.
“Who’s Rena?” Claire asked, sounding jealous at first, but then something clicked on in her head. “Wait, that’s the name you said when you woke up from your last coma! So… she wasn’t a dream?”
Peter shook his head. “No, she’s the person who had the reality changing powers. I absorbed them from her and everything went out of control. When I woke up, the world had changed and you were by my side. It’s no wonder you don’t remember her, but you were there when she was dying in my arms.” Claire paled, and Peter felt sorry for not being honest. She looked slightly betrayed, but she knew they had bigger things to worry about. “I’m sorry, Claire. I didn’t want to change the world back to the way it was. I liked how I had made it. I liked being with you.”
Claire frowned, and Peter turned from the pained look on her face. She looked as though she was about to ask him more, but then her mobile rang. She answered it and gave Peter a strained look.
“Hi, Heidi,” she said, and fear overtook Claire’s beautiful face. “No! Why didn’t you stop him?” Fear turned to panic. Peter moved closer to catch the conversation from the receiver.
“Okay,” Claire said. “We’ll go after him.” She clicked her phone off after a rushed farewell and looked at Peter with utter hopelessness. “Nathan couldn’t get a hold of Claude and Meredith at either homes, London or New Jersey, so he flew over to New Jersey first.”
“What? I told him to stay!” Peter raged, and he spun around and headed for the car. Mohinder pulled him back, and Peter almost swung at him, but he forced himself to calm.
“Wait, what about contacting Rena? Peter, you need her help to use there powers to defeat Sylar,” Mohinder said.
Peter’s voice came out in a harsh growl. “There’s no time. We go after my brother.” In a fit of emotion, Peter punched the top of the car and caused a small dent.
“Peter, I’m worried about Nathan and my parents too, but I think Mohinder is right. If we’re going to beat him, we need you at full force. We need you to use those powers,” Claire said. He couldn’t believe she was siding with Suresh. Her parents could be in danger this very second! He was half-tempted to rise to the sky and leave them behind. He turned around, and his instincts told him to be patient and find Rena. He didn’t know why, but for once he would calm down and not go into a situation blazing. He’d lost too many people and battles without thinking things through.
“Alright,” he said reluctantly, and he turned around and found a clear patch of lawn in front of Matt and Audrey’s house. His soul shuddered when he realized the atrocities just behind the doors inside. Claire and Mohinder stood away from him, giving him space and watching on with hope. Peter didn’t want to fail them, so he prayed that he could reach Rena in a meditative state. All the times before, she had been the one to find him, but this was different – he needed her more urgently than ever.
Before he closed his eyes, Mohinder added one last thought – something he feared more than anything. “Peter, at last resort, you’ll have to change this world back to its original state. Even if it doesn’t bode well for us. You need to change it back to stop this madman.”
Peter let out a conflicted sigh. “I know,” he said warily. Then, he closed his eyes and reached inside his mind for the inner black.
TBC…
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 13/17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire, various pairings, ensemble
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
NEW Notes: I'm not abandoning this fic. I just got really busy. Four chapters left!
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Peter, Mohinder and Claire arrive at Matt and Audrey's to a gruesome reality, and Peter has no choice to reveal his new power to Claire, and use them to bring Sylar to them.
[Previous Chapters]
Chapter Twelve
“We could probably get there faster if two of us could fly,” Claire complained, frowning as Peter sped down the highway toward Matt and Audrey’s apartment in the western suburbs of New York.
Mohinder turned around and gave her a small smile. “It can’t be helped. The drive is faster, and it would be difficult for Peter to carry us both and fly there.”
Claire pouted. “I know that; I’m just saying. Maybe we should have let Nathan come.”
“My brother can do more good on the phone, calling contacts in the government and increasing the terror alert to keep people in their homes,” Peter said. “Besides, he said he was going to contact your parents and make sure they’re okay.” He tried to give Claire a reassuring look, but her expression remained uneasy. Peter didn’t know what else he could do; she was obviously scared for Meredith and Claude’s safety. She turned her face away and stared out the window.
Peter increased the speed of the car, and as he drove down the empty highway, he thanked Nathan’s influence for clearing the roads and letting him have free reign as authorities left him alone. He scanned the area, and he felt an eeriness creep into his bones as the world within his view appeared vacant. When a random vehicle sped by him on the highway, it honked at them in warning, though he ignored it and continued on.
The world fell still, scared and hiding from the surmounting monstrosity of Sylar’s growing powers.
The atmosphere in the car felt thick as Claire and Mohinder said nothing, and Peter had no encouraging words left in his empathy reserves.
Mohinder appeared skeptical, as if he doubted Peter could get them out of this ordeal without changing the world back to the way it was, thus losing the reality bending powers forever and even risking his own life. Peter could share the same fate as Rena, and these powers would take their toll on his fragile human body.
Peter shuddered. Not only would he lose his life, but he would lose Claire. He hated to think selfishly at a time like this, but he had found happiness with her. He was drunk and satiated, and every fiber in his body resisted losing her.
He wished the world could stay this flawless, with Claire and him at the center of this perfection, but as Rena said, this world must balance. Peter created too much into the Light, and to offset that, there needed to be Darkness. This world needed Sylar, in all its morbid intentions. But it was within Peter’s nature to stop him. He was meant to oppose Sylar at every turn. Like an invisible thread, Peter and Sylar were connected, and though the ending was vague, a simple fact was clear. In order for the world to have some sort of normalcy, Sylar had to be taken down, either by death or by stripping his powers once again. Peter didn’t know if he had enough power to accomplish either, but he would try to defeat him and protect them all.
Peter glanced to his right, realizing that Mohinder’s eyes were on him. He furrowed his brow and the geneticist opened his mouth to speak.
“Peter, do you have a plan to confront Sylar? You said you won’t use your reality bending powers unless you really have to,” he said, and immediately his words interested Claire.
“Reality bending powers? Peter, what is he talking about?” Peter shot Mohinder a glare. He really didn’t want to tell Claire yet. In fact, he didn’t want to break the illusion with her that he was responsible for changing their relationship and giving her a different bio-dad.
“Awhile ago, I encountered someone with reality bending powers,” he said, avoiding Mohinder’s gaze. “I think it’s the cause of my memory loss.” It was sort of a lie, but more of a half-truth. Claire didn’t need to know every explicit detail of this rare ability.
He caught Claire’s gaze in the rear view mirror. “But I can’t use those powers that often. It’s like Hiro’s time travel. It places a great burden on my physical body. Because it requires such a large force of energy, it overwhelms me physically. It could do worse than put me in a coma; it could kill me.”
Claire looked angry and frightened. “You’re telling me now about these powers?”
“There are things about these powers that are better left in the dark, Claire. I only told Dr. Suresh because I needed to convince him that Gabriel was Sylar, so I gave him a special ability.” Peter paused, and Claire looked even more disturbed. He sighed heavily. “I’m partly responsible for Sylar’s actions. Somehow with my reality changing powers, I separated the reality between Gabriel Gray and Sylar. For awhile he’s been functioning as mild-mannered Gabriel Gray, but the memories came back and he’s angry with me. He’s killing people for powers again. This is the price I pay for messing with reality too much.”
“Unbelievable,” Claire said breathlessly, but then she became angrier. “Have you changed anything else about reality? Is there more I should know?”
Peter avoided Mohinder’s gaze like his life depended upon it. “No.” He didn’t look into Claire’s eyes to see if she believed him; meanwhile, Mohinder stayed silent in the passenger seat beside him.
He didn’t want it to come down to this. He wanted to keep these reality bending powers as secretive as possible.
“Well,” Claire said simply, and she crossed her arms and seethed in silence. Peter knew she’d be mad at him for awhile, at least until they find more word on Sylar. She then added with an irritated snort, “Let’s hope you don’t have to use it.”
“That’s the plan,” Peter said with a hint of cynicism.
“That’s it,” Mohinder said, motioning toward the quaint two-story house wedged quietly inside a row of cozy suburban houses.
Silence overtook their car again, and after the car stopped, Peter rushed out. Claire shut her door and fell instep beside him.
“It’s way too quiet for an entire neighborhood,” she murmured. Peter saw Mohinder look around, and they caught a few neighbors peeking through curtains in curiosity as their group walked up to the Parkman’s front door.
When a breeze creaked open the front door, the three of them froze with dread.
Nothing good ever came from a door opening like that.
“Oh no,” Claire said in a scared breath, and Peter jerked inside as Mohinder pushed the door completely open.
On the floor, Matt Parkman was dead, his head mutilated in Sylar’s usual style. Audrey’s body was broken on the other side of the room, most likely flung against the wall with Sylar’s TK, breaking her spine as she impacted.
“This is awful,” Suresh said with an awkward groan. Peter bit his lip and furrowed his brow. Claire looked at the bodies dazedly. Suresh blew out a strained breath and added with desperation, “If I ever doubted you, Peter, I’m sorry.”
Peter felt Mohinder’s comforting touch on his shoulder, but he honestly felt numb to it. Partly, Peter felt responsible for Matt and Audrey’s death, and he hated when the weight of the world fell so heavy upon him.
“Maybe we can look for clues,” Claire murmured, looking away and staring at Peter’s shirt. Her mind was elsewhere like his, lost somewhere in the gruesome reality.
“No,” Peter said. He choked back the sob and slowly, he retreated through the front door back outside. Mohinder was already calling the authorities on his cell phone. Because of the high terror level Nathan decreed, no authorities would be out here for awhile. However, they couldn’t let them go without informing the police. Audrey and Matt had been their good friends. Peter felt weak to the thoughts of seeing them just recently, happy and full of life.
His jaw set, he furrowed his brow and headed toward the car. “We keep going after him.” Claire pulled him back.
“But where do we go? We don’t know where he’s going next,” she said with frustration they all shared.
“He’s baiting us,” Peter said simply, and he turned to Mohinder who nodded in agreement. “He’s hurting people I care about; that’s why it’s so crucial Nathan stay put, and that we make sure Claude and Meredith are safe.”
“But they’re in London,” Mohinder added, and Claire shook her head.
“No, they were visiting the States for awhile. They have a vacation condo in New Jersey.” Her voice trailed off, and Peter could see that she was frightened for her parents’ lives. “Just last month they came over for a grill out.”
Or… that was what Claire was led to remember in regard to Peter’s reality-bending powers. He really didn’t go into details with her about his newfound powers, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want her to know what he did, that he made all of their lives a lie so they could be happy … in love and unrelated.
“Maybe…” Mohinder’s smooth voice brought him out of his thoughts, and Peter turned to him and noticed the doctor formulating a plan. He met Peter’s eyes. “We can get Sylar to come to us, and then he’ll stay away from the ones you love.”
“How? How will he even know?” Claire asked, ever the skeptic.
Peter liked Mohinder was going with this, but Claire was right. Sylar could be on his way to Costa Verde by now to take out Claire’s adopted family. The thought made him shudder. As much as he’d love Noah Bennet’s help too, there was no time for the man to get here, and Peter wanted all their families locked up, safe and sound. Mohinder was right. They needed to bait Sylar instead.
“What do you suggest I do?” Peter asked, open for all options.
“Make changes to the world with your powers, things that will annoy Sylar and send him gunning for you. Meet him at his own game,” Mohinder suggested.
Peter shook his head immediately. “No, I can’t. These powers are too unstable. They could kill me, and they could damage the cosmic fabric of the world. There are great consequences with changing reality. It’s physics, Mohinder. You know this.”
“What has Sylar destroyed that can’t be undone? You gave me powers, Peter. You say you’ve even changed the course of the world,” Mohinder said, and Peter glared at him as Claire looked on with confusion. God, not now! Peter didn’t want her to know.
“I’ve used them too much. Baiting Sylar with a few cheap tricks isn’t worth the cost of using them,” Peter said, feeling dejected. They just had to find another way.
“Can’t you try? Maybe something small and easy. You barely blinked when you gave me super strength,” Mohinder said.
Peter paused. He could ask Rena her advice, but he hadn’t seen her for awhile. He was almost afraid that she was gone forever, that her spirit had moved on and he had no one else to turn to for advice on these dangerous abilities.
“I can ask Rena, but I don’t know if she’ll come see me,” Peter said, and he realized he was thinking aloud. He wasn’t sure he should give them any hope to this outlandish plan.
“Who’s Rena?” Claire asked, sounding jealous at first, but then something clicked on in her head. “Wait, that’s the name you said when you woke up from your last coma! So… she wasn’t a dream?”
Peter shook his head. “No, she’s the person who had the reality changing powers. I absorbed them from her and everything went out of control. When I woke up, the world had changed and you were by my side. It’s no wonder you don’t remember her, but you were there when she was dying in my arms.” Claire paled, and Peter felt sorry for not being honest. She looked slightly betrayed, but she knew they had bigger things to worry about. “I’m sorry, Claire. I didn’t want to change the world back to the way it was. I liked how I had made it. I liked being with you.”
Claire frowned, and Peter turned from the pained look on her face. She looked as though she was about to ask him more, but then her mobile rang. She answered it and gave Peter a strained look.
“Hi, Heidi,” she said, and fear overtook Claire’s beautiful face. “No! Why didn’t you stop him?” Fear turned to panic. Peter moved closer to catch the conversation from the receiver.
“Okay,” Claire said. “We’ll go after him.” She clicked her phone off after a rushed farewell and looked at Peter with utter hopelessness. “Nathan couldn’t get a hold of Claude and Meredith at either homes, London or New Jersey, so he flew over to New Jersey first.”
“What? I told him to stay!” Peter raged, and he spun around and headed for the car. Mohinder pulled him back, and Peter almost swung at him, but he forced himself to calm.
“Wait, what about contacting Rena? Peter, you need her help to use there powers to defeat Sylar,” Mohinder said.
Peter’s voice came out in a harsh growl. “There’s no time. We go after my brother.” In a fit of emotion, Peter punched the top of the car and caused a small dent.
“Peter, I’m worried about Nathan and my parents too, but I think Mohinder is right. If we’re going to beat him, we need you at full force. We need you to use those powers,” Claire said. He couldn’t believe she was siding with Suresh. Her parents could be in danger this very second! He was half-tempted to rise to the sky and leave them behind. He turned around, and his instincts told him to be patient and find Rena. He didn’t know why, but for once he would calm down and not go into a situation blazing. He’d lost too many people and battles without thinking things through.
“Alright,” he said reluctantly, and he turned around and found a clear patch of lawn in front of Matt and Audrey’s house. His soul shuddered when he realized the atrocities just behind the doors inside. Claire and Mohinder stood away from him, giving him space and watching on with hope. Peter didn’t want to fail them, so he prayed that he could reach Rena in a meditative state. All the times before, she had been the one to find him, but this was different – he needed her more urgently than ever.
Before he closed his eyes, Mohinder added one last thought – something he feared more than anything. “Peter, at last resort, you’ll have to change this world back to its original state. Even if it doesn’t bode well for us. You need to change it back to stop this madman.”
Peter let out a conflicted sigh. “I know,” he said warily. Then, he closed his eyes and reached inside his mind for the inner black.
TBC…
