Inside the Wall - Day One - Peter's Journal
Character: Peter Petrelli, mentions of Sylar and Nathan
Author: thewatchmaker writing as italianeaglesct
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 634
Rating: PG - lots of swearing
Prompt: Picture for scifi_muses
#018 The Bridge to Another World for 100_fairytales
Continued from HERE Sylar is talldarknpsycho used with permission.
My knuckles are throbbing as I make my way down the block, keeping the wall to my left. The sound of my fist hitting Sylar’s face is still echoing in my ears, and I’m so torn between being proud of what I did and ashamed that it’s making me sick. I already threw up because of it.
I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate him. He took Nathan from me. He took my brother, but I doubt he sees it that way. I’m sure Sylar thinks Dad taking my powers was the worst thing to ever happen to me. I shouldn’t expect him to understand. He’s fucked in the head. What would he know about missing a brother or anyone else? Damn psychopath.
This is the first time I’ve really explored the silent city. Before all I did was avoid Sylar and brood up on my roof, our roof, Nathan’s roof. I let him feed me. Slept on the sofa in his apartment because for some reason that god only knows I felt a need to be near him. All I can think is that I was praying that me being closer would make the parts of Nathan inside of him stronger.
Christ I get the shivers when I remember Nathan’s face looking at me with Sylar’s eyes. “I’m going to crucify you in Times Square,” he’d told me. I had no doubt it’s what he would have done with me. I’m surprised that he hasn’t killed me yet. Now that I’ve beaten him like I did, I’m sure he’ll come for me, and I’m not too sure I’d stop him from killing me.
The wall goes right through buildings. I checked out the first one, hoping that somehow I could find a back door out, but there was nothing. It cut through everything in its path. In one building it cut through a water cooler, but the water hadn’t leaked out. This shit hole was becoming more and more Alice in Wonderland by the hour. I would not listen to Sylar that he’d been here for years. Wouldn’t believe him that I’d been here over a month. It didn’t matter that I’d gone to sleep almost every night. I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me. Well Sylar’s mind. This is his nightmare not mine.
I found a few candy bars in the office building with the water cooler though, and I shoved them in my pockets. I’ll have to come back again with a bag to carry more. Sylar said he’d picked a lot of the stores clean in the area. I sure as shit hope he was exaggerating because if he wasn’t we’re fucked. How much food is there for the two of us living in this box? How soon would we be searching through people’s desks looking for Cup of Noodles and granola bars to survive?
The wall cut off the sunlight where I was searching, and a chill ran down my spine. I’d seen too many zombie movies to be comfortable. Funny how it didn’t bother me as much before, but now I was afraid. I didn’t want to be out here alone. I wanted Nathan, and fuck me if I wasn’t willing to settle for Sylar tagging along besides me while I hunted for food. This place belonged to the Winchesters not the Petrellis. Dean and Sam would fucking love this place.
Found a grocery store on the next block, and I could smell rotting meat and vegetation. “It’s been three years. There shouldn’t be a smell anymore.” I shook my head to clear it, and headed for the liquor department. If there was one thing I knew about Sylar it was this, the man didn’t drink. There was plenty of booze just waiting for me.
Author: thewatchmaker writing as italianeaglesct
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 634
Rating: PG - lots of swearing
Prompt: Picture for scifi_muses
#018 The Bridge to Another World for 100_fairytales
Continued from HERE Sylar is talldarknpsycho used with permission.
My knuckles are throbbing as I make my way down the block, keeping the wall to my left. The sound of my fist hitting Sylar’s face is still echoing in my ears, and I’m so torn between being proud of what I did and ashamed that it’s making me sick. I already threw up because of it.
I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate him. He took Nathan from me. He took my brother, but I doubt he sees it that way. I’m sure Sylar thinks Dad taking my powers was the worst thing to ever happen to me. I shouldn’t expect him to understand. He’s fucked in the head. What would he know about missing a brother or anyone else? Damn psychopath.
This is the first time I’ve really explored the silent city. Before all I did was avoid Sylar and brood up on my roof, our roof, Nathan’s roof. I let him feed me. Slept on the sofa in his apartment because for some reason that god only knows I felt a need to be near him. All I can think is that I was praying that me being closer would make the parts of Nathan inside of him stronger.
Christ I get the shivers when I remember Nathan’s face looking at me with Sylar’s eyes. “I’m going to crucify you in Times Square,” he’d told me. I had no doubt it’s what he would have done with me. I’m surprised that he hasn’t killed me yet. Now that I’ve beaten him like I did, I’m sure he’ll come for me, and I’m not too sure I’d stop him from killing me.
The wall goes right through buildings. I checked out the first one, hoping that somehow I could find a back door out, but there was nothing. It cut through everything in its path. In one building it cut through a water cooler, but the water hadn’t leaked out. This shit hole was becoming more and more Alice in Wonderland by the hour. I would not listen to Sylar that he’d been here for years. Wouldn’t believe him that I’d been here over a month. It didn’t matter that I’d gone to sleep almost every night. I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me. Well Sylar’s mind. This is his nightmare not mine.
I found a few candy bars in the office building with the water cooler though, and I shoved them in my pockets. I’ll have to come back again with a bag to carry more. Sylar said he’d picked a lot of the stores clean in the area. I sure as shit hope he was exaggerating because if he wasn’t we’re fucked. How much food is there for the two of us living in this box? How soon would we be searching through people’s desks looking for Cup of Noodles and granola bars to survive?
The wall cut off the sunlight where I was searching, and a chill ran down my spine. I’d seen too many zombie movies to be comfortable. Funny how it didn’t bother me as much before, but now I was afraid. I didn’t want to be out here alone. I wanted Nathan, and fuck me if I wasn’t willing to settle for Sylar tagging along besides me while I hunted for food. This place belonged to the Winchesters not the Petrellis. Dean and Sam would fucking love this place.
Found a grocery store on the next block, and I could smell rotting meat and vegetation. “It’s been three years. There shouldn’t be a smell anymore.” I shook my head to clear it, and headed for the liquor department. If there was one thing I knew about Sylar it was this, the man didn’t drink. There was plenty of booze just waiting for me.