Dark!fic: "Gruesome Unrealities"
Title: "Gruesome Unrealities"
Author: Saena
Fandom/Pairing: Heroes, implied Peter/Claude
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Very dark and angsty.
Also posted at: peterandclaude, heroes_claude, and my writing journal, imaginedmelody
Notes (since I don't know if I can do a summary for this): There's no real time specified for when this happens, but it's safe to say it's a reflection of some of Claude's possible feelings after running away from Peter in season 1.
Peter was sitting on the park bench when Claude found him, his black coat standing out in sharp contrast to the cold paleness of his skin. Clouds gathered above their heads, and it seemed almost as though they were reflected in the younger man’s face. An empath even to nature, Claude thought grimly; but he knew that was not it, was not nearly it.
Peter stared up at him with faded and fractured eyes when he came closer; a shadow like a scar cut a long, thin diagonal line across his face, from right to left. The sight of him matched with his expression gave Claude a sudden inner pull, as though he’d been searching for the boy for such an interminably long time- instead of running away, which he knew, deep inside, he had done.
He stood in front of Peter, and his heart sank as he had the deep and unpleasant sensation of being looked through, something which had happened thousands of times to him over the past seven years, but never by Peter. Gently he spoke the boy’s name, then again louder when he received no response, but Peter didn’t so much as blink. He was really and truly invisible.
And oh, it was so wrong. The boy needed life- life was never vacant from him, never apart, because as long as it exists an empath will cling to it- and Claude felt at once that he would do anything in his power to revive this stupid, bratty, naive (wonderful, brave, strong) man. “PETER!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, again and again until he thought his voice would break-
And suddenly, Peter’s gaze moved, and he was looking up at him. Claude felt their eyes connect, and a feeling of joy leaped in his heart-
Then, by some unexplainable means, the scene changed, and Claude saw (from impossibly close) Peter lying on a bed. Claude noticed the slowly spreading dark stain on the pillow; Peter’s nose was bleeding- the boy jolted awake with a gasp-
And then Peter was standing over some unnamed and unrecognizable body, and when he looked up Claude could see the same red fluid spattered on Peter’s clothes, his skin, his face-
His beautiful boy, covered in blood-
Claude woke up screaming.
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Author: Saena
Fandom/Pairing: Heroes, implied Peter/Claude
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Very dark and angsty.
Also posted at: peterandclaude, heroes_claude, and my writing journal, imaginedmelody
Notes (since I don't know if I can do a summary for this): There's no real time specified for when this happens, but it's safe to say it's a reflection of some of Claude's possible feelings after running away from Peter in season 1.
Peter was sitting on the park bench when Claude found him, his black coat standing out in sharp contrast to the cold paleness of his skin. Clouds gathered above their heads, and it seemed almost as though they were reflected in the younger man’s face. An empath even to nature, Claude thought grimly; but he knew that was not it, was not nearly it.
Peter stared up at him with faded and fractured eyes when he came closer; a shadow like a scar cut a long, thin diagonal line across his face, from right to left. The sight of him matched with his expression gave Claude a sudden inner pull, as though he’d been searching for the boy for such an interminably long time- instead of running away, which he knew, deep inside, he had done.
He stood in front of Peter, and his heart sank as he had the deep and unpleasant sensation of being looked through, something which had happened thousands of times to him over the past seven years, but never by Peter. Gently he spoke the boy’s name, then again louder when he received no response, but Peter didn’t so much as blink. He was really and truly invisible.
And oh, it was so wrong. The boy needed life- life was never vacant from him, never apart, because as long as it exists an empath will cling to it- and Claude felt at once that he would do anything in his power to revive this stupid, bratty, naive (wonderful, brave, strong) man. “PETER!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, again and again until he thought his voice would break-
And suddenly, Peter’s gaze moved, and he was looking up at him. Claude felt their eyes connect, and a feeling of joy leaped in his heart-
Then, by some unexplainable means, the scene changed, and Claude saw (from impossibly close) Peter lying on a bed. Claude noticed the slowly spreading dark stain on the pillow; Peter’s nose was bleeding- the boy jolted awake with a gasp-
And then Peter was standing over some unnamed and unrecognizable body, and when he looked up Claude could see the same red fluid spattered on Peter’s clothes, his skin, his face-
His beautiful boy, covered in blood-
Claude woke up screaming.
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