breakable; [COMPLETE]

[bomba_del_sesso]

WHO: Peter Petrelli [bomba_del_sesso], Johnny C. [question_mark_z], Larsa Solidor[solidor_heir], Adam Monroe [oh_immortal]
WHAT: Our hero tries to comfort the homicidal maniac.
WHERE: Pier.
WHEN: Three days after the ball; late morning.

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[question_mark_z]

Johnny still wasn't sure he should be outside, and he wasn't particularily fond of water. All things considered, he probably shouldn't be going to the pier - he didn't particularily want to, either, but Peter wanted to talk. Peter was his friend. Maybe he could be successful in not screwing things up for once. After the ball, he definitely had the motivation. How could he have been so stupid? Freaking out on Claire like that? Remorse wasn't something he felt every day, but right now, he was feeling it a lot.

He approached Peter less stealthily than he would have liked (boots made this horribly conspicuous noise on wood), and sat down awkwardly 'beside' him, keeping at least a foot of distance between the two. He brought his knees up and hugged them to his chest, not wanting to dangle his feet in the water, and looked out on the ocean.

"I think it's prettier at night."

[bomba_del_sesso]

There was the ominous sound of heavy footsteps beside him, and immediately, he tensed up. Peter did not turn around though. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on the ocean as Johnny sat down beside him. A brief awkward silence followed before Johnny spoke, and his words pierced the air like a knife.

"I haven't been out here much," he replied, fidgeting with his sleeves and generally uneasy. "Do you come out here often? At night, I mean."

[question_mark_z]

"Hmm... no, not really," Johnny replied, not looking at Peter either, "I tend to stick to the city. But I remember it was night when I got here. The sea was gorgeous, with all the stars out."

He was silent for a minute.

"So."

Another pause.

"...what did you want to ask me about, Peter?"

[bomba_del_sesso]

Peter knew the city better than the countryside or the coast. You couldn't see too many stars in New York City, but Time Square made up for it. It lit up brighter than the sky, and never stopped. Not even when the sun came up.

God, he missed home. He never thought he would want it this much after trying to get away so many times before.

Johnny did have a point though. The sea was gorgeous when he didn't think of it as an equivalent to the Great Wall of China.

"I don't - didn't get to see the ocean much when I was home, but any way - " The reason why we're here, why I'm babbling like an idiot, why I'm wasting your time. "I wanted to know what happened."

{hope you don't mind me jumping in ;O; }

[solidor_heir]

He had been by the beach, trying to tend to a woman who looked as though she wouldn't be grateful for his help.

And then he saw him. A crumpled figure. Though Larsa soon realized he had noticed the blood before he had seen the figure. Rushing to his side, he ran straight passed the one responsible for it and fell to his knees beside the man.

Work. Please work. You have to work! He fumbled through his messenger bag as his stockings soon began to soak with blood. Grasping what he sought, he yanked out a beautiful blue glass bottle filled with a slightly viscous glowing green liquid.

With a strained grunt, the boy turned the young man over so he was reclining against Lara's knees. He supported his head, mentally gauging the damage.
I wish I could cast cure. I wish I could cast anything. I wish I was -home-But he wasn't, so Larsa quickly pushed back the torn, bloodied clothing. Setting the bottle beside him in the sand, he fished inside his bag for a water bottle. Opening it, he crudely splashed it all over the man's torso and tried

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[bomba_del_sesso]

Thankfully, someone had arrived in time, otherwise Peter would have most likely been dead. His regenerating ability could not have possibly worked fast enough on its own due to whatever was blocking out his abilities. Great time to get mauled really, and a great time for a good samaritan to stop by.

The blood was washed off clean, and liquid was being poured down his throat. Slowly, Peter was coming back to consciousness - more like grasping desperately for it. He could hear muffled noises, and his vision was blurry, but at least it was better than nothing.

Peter coughed. Everything still hurt, still sore, but he was breathing.

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[oh_immortal]

Adam was taking a walk along the beach, as he decided it would be good to do something different. He had certainly spent enough time wandering around the town, and there was nothing to see there aside from..town. There was the beach, which at least offered a different sort of view, one that could also be a potential escape route as well.

Something caught his attention, and it wasn't the hoped-for presence of land or something else a reasonable distance away. There was one person, which looked like a boy, kneeling over someone who was seriously hurt from the looks of things.

Probably one of the hostages Adam thought to himself as he hurried over to see if they needed any more help. Help which Adam wouldn't mind offering. He had taken up a habit of carrying around syringes with him just in case. The events of the ball proved this wasn't the safest place and Adam wanted to be prepared in case something like that were to happen again

[solidor_heir]

He almost fainted in relief as the man stirred. Larsa stoppered the glowing bottle, tucking it back into his satchel. He started at the new voice, looking at the stranger as he crouched beside them.

The man's similar accent made the boy blink. He sounds like me...
"I used a Hi-Potion on him. All of his wounds have started to close, but he-"

Blue eyes widened as he watched the man insert his own blood into him.
"You know this man? I was walking close by and someone attacked him. I rushed to him and found they had just left him to die!" His clothes were stained in Peter's blood, but when he looked at him he was relieved to find him healing even faster.

"He will be fine, now."