NBC's Heroes
The wind whipped around their clothes as Nathan sped them higher and higher into the air. Peter’s eyes were clenched shut…not from fear but from concentration…the power was welling up, pulsing, and he couldn’t hold it back much longer, “Nathan.”
Nathan glanced down at his brother held tightly in his arms, “No Peter…I’m not letting you go…it’ll be pointless if I drop you in the city.” His face set with determination the flying congressman did not look down again and continued his course, which was up and towards the coast. Peter was surprised by the speed Nathan could go but this thought quickly faded from his mind as he felt another pulse of energy course through him.
“DROP ME NATHAN!”
Surprised by the sudden outburst Nathan’s grip slipped and it was all Peter needed, pushing himself away from his flying brother whose eyes were wide with shock and fear. He reached out about to fly forwards and reclaim him…horrific flashbacks of when Peter had jumped from that building playing in his head...Peter had slipped through his grip then too. Was he just not strong enough to hold his own brother anymore? He scowled and made to speed forwards and intercept him again but just as he was about to do so a bright flash drove him back, spiraling through the air as one name was forced from his lips, “PETER!”
The heat and light was so intense, Peter could feel flesh beginning to melt from his bones and despite his eyes clenching tight from the pain he could STILL see the light and it seemed to melt his retinas. He screamed out in intense pain, his whole body rigid with the pain. He couldn’t stand it…couldn’t take it much longer. And with one final burst, the power died off and Peter fell unconscious from the pain…dropping from the sky like a bomb.
“I keep having these amazing dreams...sometimes I'm falling, sometimes I'm flying!”
Peter felt like he was dreaming now…the wind whipping slowly through his hair, his clothes nonexistent at this point thanks to the intense heat of the radioactive blast.
“Do you ever...get the feeling that you were meant to do something extraordinary?”
Heh. If only he had. He had turned into the bomb after all…he had failed everyone. True New York hadn’t been wiped out but he had heard Nathan call out to him…surely, the blast had caught his brother…surely, he was…
“To destiny…may we recognize it when we see it.”
Then there was Claire. At least she was safe…ever since he had first heard those words from Hiro he had wondered what the cheerleader would be like…had worried constantly about her even before he knew her face or even her name…now that he thought about it…perhaps, it had been destiny that reunited them as family members. He just wished he’d gotten the chance to tell Claire not to blame herself. She was still young and very sweet…he should have known there was no way she could pull that trigger. It just proved to him that the love he felt for her was returned.
“We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death… And then it happens - the dream becomes real.”
Suddenly he hit something hard, his bones snapping on impact and he kept drifting down. Water, he barely realized as he drifted into its dark and bitter cold depths. He was sinking and unfortunately was too far gone mentally to even concentrate on Claire’s power of healing or any of his other abilities to get himself out of this.
Peter drifted further down into the ocean. He was numb to all the pain by now…raw burnt skin, broken bones, and various other injuries were nothing now. Perhaps death really was for the best at this point.
He felt something warm slip around his waist, tugging him back upwards…it looked like someone else had other ideas.
Nathan glanced down at his brother held tightly in his arms, “No Peter…I’m not letting you go…it’ll be pointless if I drop you in the city.” His face set with determination the flying congressman did not look down again and continued his course, which was up and towards the coast. Peter was surprised by the speed Nathan could go but this thought quickly faded from his mind as he felt another pulse of energy course through him.
“DROP ME NATHAN!”
Surprised by the sudden outburst Nathan’s grip slipped and it was all Peter needed, pushing himself away from his flying brother whose eyes were wide with shock and fear. He reached out about to fly forwards and reclaim him…horrific flashbacks of when Peter had jumped from that building playing in his head...Peter had slipped through his grip then too. Was he just not strong enough to hold his own brother anymore? He scowled and made to speed forwards and intercept him again but just as he was about to do so a bright flash drove him back, spiraling through the air as one name was forced from his lips, “PETER!”
The heat and light was so intense, Peter could feel flesh beginning to melt from his bones and despite his eyes clenching tight from the pain he could STILL see the light and it seemed to melt his retinas. He screamed out in intense pain, his whole body rigid with the pain. He couldn’t stand it…couldn’t take it much longer. And with one final burst, the power died off and Peter fell unconscious from the pain…dropping from the sky like a bomb.
“I keep having these amazing dreams...sometimes I'm falling, sometimes I'm flying!”
Peter felt like he was dreaming now…the wind whipping slowly through his hair, his clothes nonexistent at this point thanks to the intense heat of the radioactive blast.
“Do you ever...get the feeling that you were meant to do something extraordinary?”
Heh. If only he had. He had turned into the bomb after all…he had failed everyone. True New York hadn’t been wiped out but he had heard Nathan call out to him…surely, the blast had caught his brother…surely, he was…
“To destiny…may we recognize it when we see it.”
Then there was Claire. At least she was safe…ever since he had first heard those words from Hiro he had wondered what the cheerleader would be like…had worried constantly about her even before he knew her face or even her name…now that he thought about it…perhaps, it had been destiny that reunited them as family members. He just wished he’d gotten the chance to tell Claire not to blame herself. She was still young and very sweet…he should have known there was no way she could pull that trigger. It just proved to him that the love he felt for her was returned.
“We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death… And then it happens - the dream becomes real.”
Suddenly he hit something hard, his bones snapping on impact and he kept drifting down. Water, he barely realized as he drifted into its dark and bitter cold depths. He was sinking and unfortunately was too far gone mentally to even concentrate on Claire’s power of healing or any of his other abilities to get himself out of this.
Peter drifted further down into the ocean. He was numb to all the pain by now…raw burnt skin, broken bones, and various other injuries were nothing now. Perhaps death really was for the best at this point.
He felt something warm slip around his waist, tugging him back upwards…it looked like someone else had other ideas.