My Brother's Blood: Rated T (Nathan & Peter)
Title: My brother’s blood
Challenge: 11-Blood
Genre: Angst
Rating: T
Characters/Fandom: Heroes: Nathan and Peter
Spoilers/Warnings: Volume 1: Chapter 11, 13, 18, and 19
Word Count: 200
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Three weeks ago it was the blood that captured me.
The time on the painting came and passed.
But when I saw the blood stains on his t-shirt, it was all I could see. Peter was talking to me but all I did was stare, stare at the blood.
I presented myself as the gatekeeper, I prided myself with fixing messes. But it reality, I am a chicken. I never knew what true fear was until those two weeks that Peter clung to life that coma. When he woke, he took off again, without a trace.
And a week later he appeared in my office again, and again it was the first thing I saw.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and made him look at me.
“Is that blood? Is it yours?” I whispered.
Peter shook his head.
But looking into his eyes, it may as well have been. I wanted him to stay with me. I wish I never turned around. For when I did, again he was gone.
I went to Vegas. I should have never left.
The next time I saw him, the next day, again, he was covered in blood, this time his own.
Challenge: 11-Blood
Genre: Angst
Rating: T
Characters/Fandom: Heroes: Nathan and Peter
Spoilers/Warnings: Volume 1: Chapter 11, 13, 18, and 19
Word Count: 200
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Three weeks ago it was the blood that captured me.
The time on the painting came and passed.
But when I saw the blood stains on his t-shirt, it was all I could see. Peter was talking to me but all I did was stare, stare at the blood.
I presented myself as the gatekeeper, I prided myself with fixing messes. But it reality, I am a chicken. I never knew what true fear was until those two weeks that Peter clung to life that coma. When he woke, he took off again, without a trace.
And a week later he appeared in my office again, and again it was the first thing I saw.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and made him look at me.
“Is that blood? Is it yours?” I whispered.
Peter shook his head.
But looking into his eyes, it may as well have been. I wanted him to stay with me. I wish I never turned around. For when I did, again he was gone.
I went to Vegas. I should have never left.
The next time I saw him, the next day, again, he was covered in blood, this time his own.