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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Angela Petrelli
Summary: Peter returns to New York intending to save Nathan but finding nothing but a pool of blood and distraught, he calls his mommy hoping she can help.
Status: In progress
Private.
"Damn you, Heidi," Peter muttered, shutting his phone with more force then was necessary. The one time he needed to her to be at home and she wasn't there. Nobody was there. The phone just kept ringing and ringing. Just like the phone at Nathan's office. And Nathan's cell phone. He'd left more messages in the hour he'd been back in New York then he ever thought possible.
He took a right hand turn and hit the gas pedal the second the car straightened out, speeding down the the street, Veteran's Memorial Park on one side, a row of warehouses on the other. Nathan could've been in any one of those but the one near the end of the street looked the most familiar to him, for reasons he couldn't explain since he hadn't been to this park since he was a little boy, and so he went for that one first.
Parking in front of the slightly familiar warehouse, Peter stepped out of the car, trying to ignore the shiver of premonition that went down his spine. This was the place. Had to be. It all felt so eerily like he'd been there before and he kind of had, thanks to that vision he'd had back in Texas.
Cautiously, he approached the building, his eyes darting around constantly for any sign of Ivy. But everything was quiet, still. Too still. If anyone'd been here today, they were long gone. Or dead.
He pushed the door open, having paused a moment already to brace himself and now not giving himself any chance of turning back. If Nathan was in there... if he was dead, then it was something that Peter would have to face and he knew that.
Please be wrong, he pleaded silently, inching forward into the dark warehouse. Not once did his guard lower, not even when he saw the pool of blood on the ground but no sign of Nathan. It wasn't like Ivy to take her victims anywhere once they died. She just left them on the cross for someone to else to find. And there wasn't even a cross here.
Something wasn't adding up.
Peter dialed Nathan's home and his office and his cell phone, leaving his brother another message at all three places and asking him to please God, call him the second he got the message. Not that he will...
"Stop it," he muttered aloud, shaking his head lightly. If no one was at the house, then that could mean that someone else came across Nathan in time to save him and the family was at the hospital. It was improbable but more appealing then believing that Nathan was dead.
He snapped his phone shut, debating for a moment before opening it again and dialing his mother's cell number. If anyone in the family was in the hospital, she'd know about it and be the easiest to reach.
"Mom?" Peter asked the second she picked up, trying to hide the panic in his voice but failing pretty spectacularly. "Where is he? Where's Nathan? Is he okay?"
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Angela Petrelli
Summary: Peter returns to New York intending to save Nathan but finding nothing but a pool of blood and distraught, he calls his mommy hoping she can help.
Status: In progress
Private.
"Damn you, Heidi," Peter muttered, shutting his phone with more force then was necessary. The one time he needed to her to be at home and she wasn't there. Nobody was there. The phone just kept ringing and ringing. Just like the phone at Nathan's office. And Nathan's cell phone. He'd left more messages in the hour he'd been back in New York then he ever thought possible.
He took a right hand turn and hit the gas pedal the second the car straightened out, speeding down the the street, Veteran's Memorial Park on one side, a row of warehouses on the other. Nathan could've been in any one of those but the one near the end of the street looked the most familiar to him, for reasons he couldn't explain since he hadn't been to this park since he was a little boy, and so he went for that one first.
Parking in front of the slightly familiar warehouse, Peter stepped out of the car, trying to ignore the shiver of premonition that went down his spine. This was the place. Had to be. It all felt so eerily like he'd been there before and he kind of had, thanks to that vision he'd had back in Texas.
Cautiously, he approached the building, his eyes darting around constantly for any sign of Ivy. But everything was quiet, still. Too still. If anyone'd been here today, they were long gone. Or dead.
He pushed the door open, having paused a moment already to brace himself and now not giving himself any chance of turning back. If Nathan was in there... if he was dead, then it was something that Peter would have to face and he knew that.
Please be wrong, he pleaded silently, inching forward into the dark warehouse. Not once did his guard lower, not even when he saw the pool of blood on the ground but no sign of Nathan. It wasn't like Ivy to take her victims anywhere once they died. She just left them on the cross for someone to else to find. And there wasn't even a cross here.
Something wasn't adding up.
Peter dialed Nathan's home and his office and his cell phone, leaving his brother another message at all three places and asking him to please God, call him the second he got the message. Not that he will...
"Stop it," he muttered aloud, shaking his head lightly. If no one was at the house, then that could mean that someone else came across Nathan in time to save him and the family was at the hospital. It was improbable but more appealing then believing that Nathan was dead.
He snapped his phone shut, debating for a moment before opening it again and dialing his mother's cell number. If anyone in the family was in the hospital, she'd know about it and be the easiest to reach.
"Mom?" Peter asked the second she picked up, trying to hide the panic in his voice but failing pretty spectacularly. "Where is he? Where's Nathan? Is he okay?"