I Have a Death Wish
Title: I Have a Death Wish
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 410
Pairings or Characters: Peter, mentions of others
Prompt; Robin Hood: He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men. scifi_muses
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Peter deals with the destruction Sylar brought on his family when he got his memories back.
I hate this house. Hate it more now that it’s empty. Ma’s gone and Nathan too now. Every sound echoes, no matter how quiet I try to be. It hasn’t been home since before college, and now I’m expected to live here because I’m the only one left. I don’t want to. I’d rather stay in my crappy apartment. The one with no furniture.
“I should see if I can talk Claire into taking it or Heidi and the kids.” I lean on the little desk in the foyer where I’ve been piling Ma’s unopened mail the stacks are pretty high. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like crap, dark circles under my eyes. I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I want to go back to work, but they won’t let me. They say it’s too soon, and they don’t want me distracted on the job. I know they’re right, but I hate it.
“What now, Peter?” I ask the reflection. “Do I go looking for Sylar? Do I get myself killed like the rest of the family because I’m not strong enough to fight him?” A vase of long dead flowers shatters against the far wall before I realize I’ve thrown it. “God dammit, Dad. You fucked me over! I can’t do anything now! It’s your fault Ma and Nathan are dead. You fucker!”
I have to find a way to get my power back. Have to I just have to. Mohinder made the formula that gave me what I have now. He’s the only hope I have to beat Sylar. Ma’s got to have his number in her desk, so I go there and dig through the other piles of junk I’ve put there until I find her address book.
“Mohinder, it’s Peter Petrelli. I don’t know if this is still your number, but I need your help.” It goes straight to voicemail. Nearly end up going head over heels as I push Ma's chair back too hard, and it catches on the rug. Have to wave my arms to get my balance again. I might have Claire's ability, but I still feel pain. Be my luck to bash my skull open....
"Fuck it." I know where Mohinder lives. If he's still around he'll be at the apartment or Isaac's loft. Cross my fingers it's the apartment. I don't like the loft. Not after what happened there with Simone.
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 410
Pairings or Characters: Peter, mentions of others
Prompt; Robin Hood: He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men. scifi_muses
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Peter deals with the destruction Sylar brought on his family when he got his memories back.
I hate this house. Hate it more now that it’s empty. Ma’s gone and Nathan too now. Every sound echoes, no matter how quiet I try to be. It hasn’t been home since before college, and now I’m expected to live here because I’m the only one left. I don’t want to. I’d rather stay in my crappy apartment. The one with no furniture.
“I should see if I can talk Claire into taking it or Heidi and the kids.” I lean on the little desk in the foyer where I’ve been piling Ma’s unopened mail the stacks are pretty high. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like crap, dark circles under my eyes. I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I want to go back to work, but they won’t let me. They say it’s too soon, and they don’t want me distracted on the job. I know they’re right, but I hate it.
“What now, Peter?” I ask the reflection. “Do I go looking for Sylar? Do I get myself killed like the rest of the family because I’m not strong enough to fight him?” A vase of long dead flowers shatters against the far wall before I realize I’ve thrown it. “God dammit, Dad. You fucked me over! I can’t do anything now! It’s your fault Ma and Nathan are dead. You fucker!”
I have to find a way to get my power back. Have to I just have to. Mohinder made the formula that gave me what I have now. He’s the only hope I have to beat Sylar. Ma’s got to have his number in her desk, so I go there and dig through the other piles of junk I’ve put there until I find her address book.
“Mohinder, it’s Peter Petrelli. I don’t know if this is still your number, but I need your help.” It goes straight to voicemail. Nearly end up going head over heels as I push Ma's chair back too hard, and it catches on the rug. Have to wave my arms to get my balance again. I might have Claire's ability, but I still feel pain. Be my luck to bash my skull open....
"Fuck it." I know where Mohinder lives. If he's still around he'll be at the apartment or Isaac's loft. Cross my fingers it's the apartment. I don't like the loft. Not after what happened there with Simone.