This Nightmare of Mine - Peter Petrelli Fic
Title: This Nightmare of Mine.
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG for descriptions of violent aftermath
Characters: Peter Petrelli
Warnings: If you haven't seen Season 1 of Heroes you might be spoiled.
Notes: Written for Drabble Prompt #20 for heroes_contest
A flash of light burns bright growing large like a supernova. The terrifying sound of pain, misery and finally merciful death rings in his ears. People, once so bright with promise, have been reduced to an unrecognizable heap. The flesh on them still smoldering as his body knits back to life.
Buildings are on fire, the orange glow lighting up the midnight sky. He searches for the chaos that is sure to be around but is met with nothing but the sound metal collapsing under the heat of the flames. He stares at his hands and falls to his knees, a keening cry emerges from his throat.
There is no one else around to share his grief. He's surrounded by nothing but the corpses of the lives he's taken. Thousands of voices silenced in an instant. All his fault.
Peter wakes up with a start, the scream that was so soul crushing in his dream, dies on his lips. He reaches around, disoriented trying to pinpoint exactly where he is. Focus comes quickly however, the life he's led the past few years has honed his senses.
He is home, the sweat drenched sheets tangled around him are his own. The bed beneath him is soft, plusher than he deserves. It should be a paper thin cot while he rots away his final days in prison waiting for his comeuppance for the crimes he's committed.
Nathan, ever the good brother, made sure that there is none.
Dragging his hands across his face, he digs his nails into his skin wishing he could scratch out his eyes. To make the visions and memories go away. They never will, haunting him until his end of days. It is his penance. he needs more absolution than any Priest could ever give him. His soul will never be clean.
The year is 2011. Nathan is President, Sylar is dead and good boy Peter Petrelli is scarred and empty. Everything that was good inside of him has been eaten alive by the all consuming guilt he feels. The boy who wanted to save the world is now the one who destroyed it.
This life is Peter's nightmare, one from which he cannot wake.
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG for descriptions of violent aftermath
Characters: Peter Petrelli
Warnings: If you haven't seen Season 1 of Heroes you might be spoiled.
Notes: Written for Drabble Prompt #20 for heroes_contest
A flash of light burns bright growing large like a supernova. The terrifying sound of pain, misery and finally merciful death rings in his ears. People, once so bright with promise, have been reduced to an unrecognizable heap. The flesh on them still smoldering as his body knits back to life.
Buildings are on fire, the orange glow lighting up the midnight sky. He searches for the chaos that is sure to be around but is met with nothing but the sound metal collapsing under the heat of the flames. He stares at his hands and falls to his knees, a keening cry emerges from his throat.
There is no one else around to share his grief. He's surrounded by nothing but the corpses of the lives he's taken. Thousands of voices silenced in an instant. All his fault.
Peter wakes up with a start, the scream that was so soul crushing in his dream, dies on his lips. He reaches around, disoriented trying to pinpoint exactly where he is. Focus comes quickly however, the life he's led the past few years has honed his senses.
He is home, the sweat drenched sheets tangled around him are his own. The bed beneath him is soft, plusher than he deserves. It should be a paper thin cot while he rots away his final days in prison waiting for his comeuppance for the crimes he's committed.
Nathan, ever the good brother, made sure that there is none.
Dragging his hands across his face, he digs his nails into his skin wishing he could scratch out his eyes. To make the visions and memories go away. They never will, haunting him until his end of days. It is his penance. he needs more absolution than any Priest could ever give him. His soul will never be clean.
The year is 2011. Nathan is President, Sylar is dead and good boy Peter Petrelli is scarred and empty. Everything that was good inside of him has been eaten alive by the all consuming guilt he feels. The boy who wanted to save the world is now the one who destroyed it.
This life is Peter's nightmare, one from which he cannot wake.