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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[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]

I've learned to be a light sleeper, it comes with the life of watching my back, always being a step ahead of the Company. But what's been going on seems to have taken its toll on me. My limbs feel heavy, the movie that's currently on the big screen is blurred in front of my eyes and pretty soon I'm asleep in the back row. Deeply asleep and dreaming

[fallen_empath]

For the hell of it, I attempt to use Claude’s invisibility as I go down the remaining flights of stairs, but it’s useless. Nothing. When I hit the street, I go into the alleyway across the street from Mohinder’s building, and after making sure no one’s around to see me, I test the telekinesis on a pile of old, rusted garbage cans. To my surprise, nothing happens.

Maybe I was just imagining things. Maybe I really didn’t throw my brother off the roof. But let’s try telling Nathan that, I think bitterly, dialing his cell again.

His answer is a long, drawn out sigh. “Yes, Peter?”

“Listen, I’m sorry--”

“Don’t, all right? I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through. Come meet me, we’ll grab some lunch. But when you see me, don’t push me in front of a car, all right?”“All right,” I answer him, a small smile coming to my face. He tells me where to meet him, and I flag down a taxi. The driver is an Indian man, and the whole ride, I’m unable to think of anything but Mohinder’s dead eyes staring at me from the mess of bloody

[beastlyinsides]

I have more than enough coffee to keep me awake for weeks in the course of a couple of hours and I keep myself on the move, trudging through Central Park with my hands in my pocket. So much for taking it easy, huh? I kick after a couple of pigeons, cursing under my breath. I might as well head for Vegas now, take a bus as far as it will go and fly the rest of the way. It sounds like a plan I can get behind and at least it's doing something other than cursing my own damn abilities

[fallen_empath]

I leave my brother at the table with the check, and I don’t miss the affronted expression on his face as I stride purposefully out the wide glass double doors out into the muggy city heat, shielding my eyes against the glare of the sun. God, it’s bright…it hurts. Can’t lose Nathan’s phone, I remind myself, shoving it into my pocket and hailing another taxi, back to my own apartment.

That’s the second time today I’ve used the only power left against my brother, and I feel the same way I did when I pushed him off the roof. Angry. Insulted. Confrontational.

Telekinesis is Sylar’s ability. Well, technically; it’s the first one he ever killed for. I’ve never liked using it, and now it’s my only weapon against him and his murderous intentions. So why is it that I’ve only been able to use it around Nathan?

I’m not going to pretend I know the answer, not yet. Maybe it would be better off if I stayed away from him for the time being, at least until I figure out what the hell Sylar actually did to me. Besides opening up my fucking head and

[beastlyinsides]

The bus stops in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and I get out, stretching in the cold evening air. The bus driver follows, going to have a smoke and a small break before heading back to New York, more than likely. He's a tough and strong guy, used to handle just about any kind of difficult passenger, I bet. It makes me smirk, weigh my options. It has been a long ride, obviously I can have some fun and at the same time make all of this a hell of a lot easier for myself

[fallen_empath]

When I wake up this time, it’s to the sound of the captain's voice over the loudspeaker

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