Fic: When the Devil Takes Hold
I probably should have been homeworking, but.. this wouldn't leave me alone. I have no idea if I'll have time to continue it. I hope so. This is just the prologue because it's so short. More plot-y stuff later if I continue it.
This was inspired by this video. Also spoilery.
Title: When the Devil Takes Hold
Fandom: Heroes
Spoilers: Yes. BIG ones. And some AU-y-ness
When the Devil Takes Hold
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul?
“Oh Death” - Jen Titus
Prelude: Paradise Lost
Peter had the eeriest feeling he didn’t want to turn his back on him. Nathan. It was Nathan. He didn’t look at the man’s hands and see who he was, he looked at his face and his eyes, and when he looked there, he saw his brother. Not Sylar.
But even as much as he wanted to tell Nathan he was wrong, in the end, he just stood there. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even walk away because there was a primal instinct not to turn his back on an enemy. He’s not Sylar.
At the same time, he wasn’t leaving Nathan alone. There were so many reasons justifying it in his head, and the only one he wanted to listen to, was that he was afraid that he’d turn around and Nathan would be gone. However that might take place.
In the end, he couldn’t tell Nathan he was wrong because he wasn’t. Peter couldn’t get Sylar out of his head. Even if those eyes belonged to Nathan Petrelli, those hands belonged to Sylar, and the hands were much more dangerous.
They didn’t really talk. What was there to talk about with tension so tangible in the room that it coated the back of his throat when he opened his mouth to say something. What was there to do but to wait for the inevitable.
Peter found that he felt exhausted. It probably had something to do with everything that had happened and then coming to a speeding stop-the crash after the adrenaline left his bloodstream. But he didn’t want to turn his back. He trusted Nathan; he just didn’t trust those hands. However, even when Nathan was asleep, Peter eventually couldn’t keep his eyes open either, and the couch was a comfortable place to sleep.
His dreams were odd-swirling back and forth, abstract and abnormal. Peter didn’t normally have dreams quite this strange; which was really saying something. They really seemed like they weren’t his at all, just fragments of something else that he couldn’t put together. But he couldn’t sleep long because someone was eating an apple loudly in his ear.
Reaching up to rub his face, he forgot, for a moment, that this wasn’t a normal day, this wasn’t just hanging out at Nathan’s for the sake of hanging out. This wasn’t his brother sitting on the armrest of the couch above his head. “Do you have to be so loud?” he murmured, and squinted as he looked up, having been interrupted too early from sleep.
“Do you have to be asleep?” Sylar asked. “Good morning, Sunshine.”
Peter scrambled back to the other end of the couch in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Giving him an annoyed look, Sylar took another bite of the apple. “You know, I was really hoping you were as stupid as I thought you were. By the way, your dreams are really fucked up, Peter. You should look into that.”
This was inspired by this video. Also spoilery.
Title: When the Devil Takes Hold
Fandom: Heroes
Spoilers: Yes. BIG ones. And some AU-y-ness
When the Devil Takes Hold
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul?
“Oh Death” - Jen Titus
Prelude: Paradise Lost
Peter had the eeriest feeling he didn’t want to turn his back on him. Nathan. It was Nathan. He didn’t look at the man’s hands and see who he was, he looked at his face and his eyes, and when he looked there, he saw his brother. Not Sylar.
But even as much as he wanted to tell Nathan he was wrong, in the end, he just stood there. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even walk away because there was a primal instinct not to turn his back on an enemy. He’s not Sylar.
At the same time, he wasn’t leaving Nathan alone. There were so many reasons justifying it in his head, and the only one he wanted to listen to, was that he was afraid that he’d turn around and Nathan would be gone. However that might take place.
In the end, he couldn’t tell Nathan he was wrong because he wasn’t. Peter couldn’t get Sylar out of his head. Even if those eyes belonged to Nathan Petrelli, those hands belonged to Sylar, and the hands were much more dangerous.
They didn’t really talk. What was there to talk about with tension so tangible in the room that it coated the back of his throat when he opened his mouth to say something. What was there to do but to wait for the inevitable.
Peter found that he felt exhausted. It probably had something to do with everything that had happened and then coming to a speeding stop-the crash after the adrenaline left his bloodstream. But he didn’t want to turn his back. He trusted Nathan; he just didn’t trust those hands. However, even when Nathan was asleep, Peter eventually couldn’t keep his eyes open either, and the couch was a comfortable place to sleep.
His dreams were odd-swirling back and forth, abstract and abnormal. Peter didn’t normally have dreams quite this strange; which was really saying something. They really seemed like they weren’t his at all, just fragments of something else that he couldn’t put together. But he couldn’t sleep long because someone was eating an apple loudly in his ear.
Reaching up to rub his face, he forgot, for a moment, that this wasn’t a normal day, this wasn’t just hanging out at Nathan’s for the sake of hanging out. This wasn’t his brother sitting on the armrest of the couch above his head. “Do you have to be so loud?” he murmured, and squinted as he looked up, having been interrupted too early from sleep.
“Do you have to be asleep?” Sylar asked. “Good morning, Sunshine.”
Peter scrambled back to the other end of the couch in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Giving him an annoyed look, Sylar took another bite of the apple. “You know, I was really hoping you were as stupid as I thought you were. By the way, your dreams are really fucked up, Peter. You should look into that.”