How to housetrain a Petrelli - Rp with emt_petrelli

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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

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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]

He seems numb with the shock of his own actions. I'd fucking laugh at that beaten puppy look he's wearing, but this isn't the time. I port all three of us away from the crimescene and back to Miami. The cellar there is perfect for what I have in mind, and it was a big reason for why I picked this place. It's soundproof, perfect for Peter to learn a little something about himself. Or the self I want him to be

[emt_petrelli]

I shake water from my face after porting again, looking around the room in confusion. I haven't seen this room yet -- of course, I haven't see much of the house at all. But this one is much more... ominous? It tells me a little more about what Gabriel and I do, knowing that this house has a room like this built into it. I watch as Gabriel wrestles the man into a chair, watch the man fight, and find myself wondering if this guy thinks he has a chance of not telling us what we want to know. I need to know who did this and why... and how to fix it. I'm only useless to Gabriel, mostly

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"You can tell McSorley that I don't know anything

[emt_petrelli]

I look up to meet Gabriel's gaze when he tells the man what I've done before. It makes me a bit nauseous, for some reason, even tough I apparently did this meticulously, purposefully, for hurt and information. If this is who I'm supposed to be, why does it make me so upset? Slowly, I look down at the man, meeting his gaze. Could I do something like that to him? He's holding back on us, won't tell me why they did what they did to me, keeping me in the dark, punishing me -- My teeth grit and I feel my temper rise all over again. I hate being in the dark, having the cogs turn and nothing click into place.

I step forward when Gabriel asks me to, reaching out to backhand him across the face, only to be startled when small cuts split across his cheek, glancing up at Gabriel with a frown. This is something different, something new. Now, I'm curious, and I try to focus on what that was, directing my attention to his hands, where I begin to draw thin, sharp cuts on the sensitive skin there.

[beastlyinsides]

He's twitching, he can't move his hands away or stop Peter from cutting into him. The blood is welling up and I'm finding it quite fascinating to watch. Not so much for the cutting itself as for the expression on Peter's face. "Peter, that's just a child drawing on skin, you have to cut deeper. Paper cuts isn't going to make him talk."

"Wh-What are you?!?" He's talking again, but since it's nothing constructive, I might as well have a little fun of my own. My hand shoots out and grabs a hold of his ear. I've never picked up super strength, but I can enhance my own with TK, certainly enough to tear his ear right off and throw it on the floor. It makes a wet, meaty sound, but that is completely drowned in the scream I get from poor Will.

"This is what I'm talking about. Tear into him, don't accept anything less than some true fucking answers! Tear his nail out, pull teeth, clip eyelids open, that's what you usually do."

[emt_petrelli]

I look up at Gabriel in surprise when he speaks to me, having gotten caught up in tracing lines on the man's skin, watching blood well up with fascination. I drag my breath in shakily, stepping back a little, only to find a startled sound dragged from my throat at the sight of him ripping off the man's ear and throwing it on the ground. I feel a little sick, then a lot, my stomach rolling as I watch the blood pour down the side of his neck, soaking his clothes.

"Jesus fuck," I rasp, stumbling back a step and lifting a hand to cover my mouth. I want to help him, not hurt him further. I look up at Gabriel with wide eyes. "I don't remember being like this... I mean, I don't remember anything, but this doesn't feel right..."

[beastlyinsides]

He already killed a person, getting him to torture someone for the sheer pleasure of it is going to take longer and I realize that when I see him shake and stumble. Well, fuck. It's difficult to get the boyscout out of Peter

[emt_petrelli]

I stumble after Gabriel, feeling a bit dazed after the door shuts behind us. It's almost with the hesitancy of a scolded child that I look up at him again, grimacing at his words. It almost bothers me more to disappoint someone who's apparently important to me, than it bothered me to hurt the man now missing an ear. I rub my hands over my face, a shuddering sigh escaping me. "A moment, yeah. No coffee."

Coffee would probably just make me sick right now. I glance at the blood on his hand, thoughtful, before reaching out to slide my fingertips over it. "You... Be patient with me, okay? I know I'm probably disappointing as fuck, but that just didn't feel right to me. I'm still trying to learn who I was. I'm sure my instincts were... damn good before, but now they're new, they're barely there. I have to learn."

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(Bumped us over ---> http://beastlyinsides.livejournal.com/1956.html?view=28324#t28324 )