|Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in heroes_fiction,|
@ 2010-12-02 22:11:00
|Entry tags:||au, het, isaac/simone, peter/sylar, rated: adult, slash|
Fic: Seek You Out 1/1 Sylar/Peter
Title: Seek You Out.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Characters: Peter, Simone, Ma, Claire, Isaac, Nathan, Sylar.
Prompt: Twilight slanted Heroes. Let the blood bath begin.
Pairing: pre-Sylar/Peter, mentioned Simone/Isaac.
Warnings: Language, Violence, Physical Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Angst.
Summary: A new girl in town throws Peter's already hectic life into complete chaos.
Author's Note: Based upon the 'plot' of Twilight.
She was the new girl. He had been watching her for the last few hours on and off, usually when there was nothing better to do. In Forks, that was pretty much all the time. Not that he hated living here, but Peter longed to see what the rest of the world looked like too.
It was fair to say he was bored. School had stopped being interesting a long time ago. He would have quit, but that meant proving them right.
There wasn't anything particularly interesting about her. She was pretty for a freshman, if a bit naive. On more than one occasion he had caught her watching him in return. Every time he would stare back, she would quickly look away and screw up her lips. Times like that, he wanted to ask if she was fifteen or five.
Peter wasn't sure why he watched. It wasn't any one thing that drew him. He wasn't interested in her, she hung out with the cheerleaders after all. There was just...something so familiar about her. Something intangible sparked whenever she smiled and he found himself automatically searching for more.
Like now. Dragging himself back into the moment, he found her smiling brightly at someone in his direction. There was touch of heat to it. That was something new. Confused, he tried to follow her line of sight. He realized that he was at the last table before the exit with no one behind him.
Which meant... No, just, no!
Swallowing, Peter stood up slowly and turned for the door. He took one last glimpse of her before making a quick retreat. She was still smiling, but it was almost confused. He wanted to say she and him both, but that would have meant talking to her.
The drone of the cafeteria grew quiet under the sound of his hasty steps.
Peter shivered as he closed the front door, tugging his sleeves down. No matter what the temperature outside, the house was kept at a cool sixty-five degrees. Despite that, sweat clung to him and he knew he stunk. Ma would have something to say about that if she came across him before he reached his room.
Ordinarily, he would have waited for a ride or walked home. Today, though, he had all but run there. He had seen the red of the cheerleader uniform out of the corner of his eye and that had lit a fire under him.
In his haste had forgotten to put on sunglasses until stepping outside and the damned light had seared his corneas. The blue tinted lenses made the world appear faded and washed out. Everything was stark, like an independent film. That was part of the reason he had chosen them above all the others offered.
Raising the strap of his messenger bag, he quickly slid it over his head. The cord to his earphones tangled with it for a second until he forced them to slide out. Bag off, he pulled his hood back up and headed for his room. He could use the shower in there without being interrupted.
He was heading for the stairs when he heard voices over the drone of his music. Someone had to have been near screaming to drown out MCR. Frowning, he tugged one of the buds free to listen.
"...is a threat to us all! What is she even doing here? I thought I ordered you to take care of it years ago." That was Ma. The ice in her voice would have given Frosty freezer burn.
Shivering for a different reason, Peter winced. Since dad was dead, there was only one person she sliced into like that.
"I said I would handle it, ma." Nathan slurred his words a little, which was never a good sign. That meant he had already started.
Checking his watch, Peter winced again. He hoped Heidi didn't find out. There would be no peace in the mansion for any of them tonight. Peter was halfway to putting the bud back in when he heard Ma start up again.
"Honestly, Nathan. I thought by now you would have learned to handle these things with a little more discretion." She was in rare form today, every word dipped with hurt and a little sarcasm. "One bastard was hard enough to conceal. To think what would be if your father were here. I only pray that they do not find out..."
"Ma! Enough!" A crystal glass was slammed down so hard that it rang out when it shattered. That meant Nathan was in the hard stuff. "Let me speak with Noah, alone."
Peter flinched when he heard her scoff. He felt like she had slapped him, even though her derision was for his brother. Unable to take anymore of it, he shoved the bud back in his ear and ran for the stairs. He took them two at a time until he was safely locked in his room.
Wincing, Peter held the phone away from his ear. There was no way he was going to listen to this. He didn't care how much he deserved it.
"Oh, no you don't." She knew him too well, apparently. "You are going to listen to me, Peter, and then you are going to spend the rest of the night groveling."
"Sorry, I can't hear you. You're breaking up." Hitting the end button, Peter held it until the screen flashed and the company logo appeared. When it had shut off, he dropped it back to the desk.
They may have been siblings, but there was no way he was going to let her control his life. She had ruined her own. Wasn't that enough? Besides, he already had one sibling running roughshod over everything he said or did in public. Home life was all he had left.
He started to pick up his pencil again, but noticed the clock above his desk. Seeing the time made him sigh. There was barely enough time left to wash up before dinner. Sighing again, he closed the notebook on his homework and turned off his desk light.
Collar tight, Peter reluctantly trudged towards the side dining room. It wasn't very large, not compared to the main one across the hall. Only the adults were allowed in there. That was where he had longed to be at one time. But, like all things in this family, had lost its luster once he realized the price. So, here he was, stuck eating with the kids forever.
He paused at the entrance long enough to stare across to the enamel covered doors of the main dining hall. The dark rosettes glowed blood red in the right light. Thorns and briers were a reoccurring theme throughout the room. Turning his back, he walked into his prison mess.
White adorned everything, from the walls to the table cloths. Even the seats on the chairs were a woven white fabric. The table itself was large enough for twelve chairs fully occupied. It had a few leaves removed now. There weren't as many kids as there used to be.
Snorting, Peter took his place at the head of the table. Micah was already in his usual place two seats down on the right. The suit he wore was perfectly creased as if pressed, something that Peter had never managed to master himself.
The sounds of footsteps on the wooden slats informed him that Monty and Simon were sulkily making their way in. Not that he could blame them. He hated eating dinner here too. Who made their kids dress up in a suit and tie to eat dinner every night?
That was another reason.
Looking to the door to watch his nephews enter, Peter caught sight of someone beyond it. The familiar black hair and bitchy body language was enough to make him roll his eyes. It hadn't taken her long to get home. He was surprised she could even be bothered. After all, it wasn't like someone was depending upon her for his every need.
Oh, wait. Strike that.
Putting her from his mind, he turned to face their nephews instead. Well, the ones she wasn't carrying. Now that all four of them were here, their maid would bring in the food. It was demeaning to all of them and he had to bite his lip every time.
The stars were bright tonight. It was unusual that he could see them through the near constant cloud cover. Peter rarely cared to look, they had long ago lost all mystery thanks to science class. Still, a little of the old magic came back to him in moments like these.
Walking the streets at midnight sounded like a fun idea in a big city like Portland or even New York. Forks might as well have been a ghost town. That was part of the reason he did it. He liked the feeling of being completely alone. Here he could be himself.
There was a kind of freedom to it.
A gentle breeze kicked up. The cool, moist air blowing over his pale skin sent a shiver through him. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the strong scent of pine needles. Their acidic smell made him smile.
He glanced about to check his location and found his reflection in a plate glass window. Mainstreet, then, in front of the town's clothing store. The nice couple who owned it did a lot of custom work for his family. His last birthday suit had come from there. They did a good job on tailoring it to his body even though he was...
Part of the reflection moved.
Peter's heart clenched. Gasping, he spun to look to his right.
Nothing was there. The entire street was empty.
A creeping sensation started up his spine as warmth flushed through his body. The flood of heat in his cool limbs made him shiver uncontrollably. Each breath came in short pants. His eyes darting about, Peter backed up a few paces. He scanned every surface and storm grate for movement. He found nothing.
Listening carefully, he held his breath for a moment. Only the noise of the night could be heard in every direction.
Not trusting his own senses, he turned for home. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to sneak out so late after all.
Sitting at the entrance to the school was far from dignified. For starters, every lame kid with a grudge at having to be up this early saw him as an easy target. Next, his post was a crumbling brick and mortar fence post. It would leave a stain if he didn't sit right. Then there was the fact that he had arrived not only on time for the second day of school, but way before it even started to get this position.
So why do it? It was the best place to crowd watch on the entire campus.
Spotting her, Peter welcomed the smile that blossomed over his face. She looked like a smurf through his lenses which made him snicker. It felt good. Standing up, he jerked the army bag out from under him and dusted it off. By the time he was finished she had reached his side.
She stopped a couple feet away. Her school bag hung off one shoulder while she held a book in the other arm. The smile on her face was mired by trepidation.
Curious, Peter frowned a little. "Hi, Simone. It's been a while." Feeling uncomfortable, he tugged his lower lip with his teeth.
"Yeah, a summer feels like years." Suddenly unable to meet his eyes, she glanced at their passing fellow students.
He snorted. A prickling sensation started on the back of his neck. "So, what's new?"
"I'm dating Isaac!" Her eyes bugged out and she stared back at him as if it had been his admission. "Don't hate me."
"Why should I hate you? He's only the biggest, self centered, dog breathed jerk in three states. Seriously, he smells like he's been eating Alpo." His smile was only half forced. She really could have picked a better way to lay this crap on him. Sighing, he reached out to her, and was grateful when she melted into his arms. "I've missed you!"
"She's staring at you again."
Pausing with the carrot stick halfway to his mouth, Peter glanced over at his best friend. He raised an eyebrow in question.
Using a french fry, Simone pointed across the cafeteria. "The new girl. I think she has a crush on you." The subtle upturn of her lips indicated how she felt about the situation.
Peter wanted to bang his head against the table. He had told her out of a need to change the subject about her loser boyfriend. Now, he was stuck with the cheerleader update. "I don't care. She can stare at whomever she wants." With a shrug, he popped the carrot into his mouth and chewed thoroughly.
Smirking, she rolled her eyes at him. She leaned in a little closer in an obvious attempt at privacy. "If you like, I can introduce you. We share a math class."
"Now I know she's stupid." Pushing Peter aside, Isaac dropped into the place he had previously occupied.
"Hey!" Only slightly outraged by the ouster, Peter elbowed the other teen in the ribs. "Watch where you're sitting, jerk."
Isaac glanced over with a blank expression, a piece of brownie halfway to his mouth. "I did." With a smirk, he popped it in. "So, why are we discussing Peter's stalker?"
As much as it galled him to agree with the idiot, Peter latched onto the challenge. "See." He pointed to Isaac for evidence. "It's not cute, anymore. That girl has a serious problem."
"One I'm sure..." Isaac didn't get to finish as Peter shoved his own brownie in the teen's mouth.
Ignoring the idiot's smirk, Peter stood up from the table. "Simone, until you dump this loser, you've lost your best friend privileges." He got an elbow to the thigh from Isaac for his words. "You are now just a friend. I'll see you in econ. next period, just-friend." Stalking off to the trash, her high pitched laughter chased after him.
Hood up, Peter tracked the passing cars from behind his sunglasses. Even from the far side of the sidewalk, having them this close sent a shiver of fear down his spine.
The afternoon sun was unusually bright today. It made things hot and he was already sweating through his tshirt. Ma was going to love that.
Simone kept pace beside him. She watched the cars with the same distant look that he wore.
He hated that. Frowning, he looked back at her with a smile. It was difficult to manage under his hood, but he had years of practice. "I really did miss you this summer."
Reaching out, she caught his hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. "Me too." They walked a bit further, swinging hands. "I heard what happened from my father. Wish I had been here, I would have kicked Mohinder's ass for you!"
"Yeah, well, don't blame him." Even though Peter had a hard time not doing that exact thing himself. "It's not his fault. He was only doing what my family paid him to do."
"Doesn't mean I have to like him, though. You deserved a chance to be happy away from all this." Clenching her fingers around his, she tugged him back a bit. "Have you heard from Claude, I mean, since..."
Peter shook his head. Tugging his hand free, he reached up to pull his hood further down. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. Focusing on the ground, he ignored her sigh of disappointment. He knew it wasn't about him, but for his future.
"Hey, Peter." Simone's voice came from a distance.
Eyes wide, Peter looked back to find that he had left her about a block behind. He hadn't even realized he was walking so fast. Frowning, he pushed his glasses up. "Yeah?"
She was watching him with a undisguised annoyance. "Isn't that one of your family?" Finger casually raised, she pointed behind them, two blocks back. The tone of her voice was prickly and it matched her stance.
Adjusting his eyes to the distance, Peter searched the street and sidewalks. When he found nothing but more cars, he shrugged. "What did they look like?"
Instead of answering, she glanced over her shoulder. "I don't like this." Rushing to catch up with him, she shivered inside her sweater. "I thought the spying crap ended when your old man kicked."
"It did." Searching again, he included the rooftops and balconies of the buildings. He still found nothing. "I'll talk with Nathan."
Hair still clinging to his forehead from the shower, Peter trudged down the stairs. Ordinarily he would have dried and styled it before coming down. Except now, he was running late tonight. Dinner would be served soon.
That was how he arrived in time to see the study doors open. Swallowing, he kept his back straight and chin up. Whoever it was was most likely not in a good mood. After their 'talk' earlier, his mother and brother had been arguing in there ever since.
"Stay by the door." It was a familiar voice, but one he hadn't been expecting. When the owner spoke, it was in his usual, genial tone. "I'll be out in a minute."
Peter knew from experience that was far from the case. Sheriff Bennet was not a pleasant man in the best of circumstances. Whoever he was talking to now was in for a major tongue lashing later. Stopping three stairs from the bottom, he gave into the urge to look.
Standing in the doorway of his brother's study was a familiar blonde girl. Her back was to him as she was still facing the Sheriff.
He was incredulous. What the hell? Was that girl really stalking him? Peter started to turn around and head back up stairs when Bennet glanced up. Their eyes locked and Peter saw the man's jaw tighten.
"Don't talk to anyone. This won't take but a second." Bennet gave the girl's shoulder a squeeze.
Rolling his eyes, Peter decided dinner could wait. He would eat cold leftovers later. Stomping, he spun around and made his way quickly back up the stairs. He wanted no part of this.
The knock came on his door quicker than he anticipated. He debated for a moment of ignoring it. If it was Nathan, or heaven forbid, Ma, then they wouldn't go away. Everyone else would take the hint.
Thankfully, the door opened before he got the chance to decide. Seeing who it was made him push up from his pillows into a sitting position.
Ma didn't wait for him to invite her in. She never did. Closing the door behind her, she stared at him from across the room for a moment. Her gold tinged eyes caught the light.
Forcing himself to meet her gaze, Peter had to fight not to cringe or show any signs of weakness. She was always correcting him for things like that.
"You need to sit up more. Good posture is a sign of strength." Her hands were folded in front of her. It meant she wasn't sure how best to approach something with him.
That was a good indicator he was going to end up being lectured for something he had no control over. Sighing, he mentally braced himself. "I'm sorry I didn't come down for dinner."
Moving towards the bed, she nodded once. "Yes, Monty did comment on that." She smoothly reached behind her to tuck the hem of her skirt under so she could comfortably sit down. "I know you are displeased with your dining arrangements, but there is a reason for them, Peter. It is important that you respect our traditions. You'll understand why when you're..."
"An adult," he cut her off with a small growl. "Yes, I know. You've told me a hundred thousand times." Frustrated, he stood up and ran a hand through his long hair. "I'm eighteen, Ma! In almost every country of the world, I am an adult! I can make my own decisions!"
She sat in silence, staring straight ahead, waiting for him to finish.
Feeling his anger ratchet up, he stood in front of her. "Eden got into your little club at seventeen! That's a year younger than me, Ma!" By now he was almost screaming directly at her stony visage.
For the first time, she looked him directly in the eyes. "Those are special circumstances and you know it."
"She got knocked up! Millions of girls get knocked up every year! Being a slut is nothing special!" In the next second Peter found himself on the floor, his cheek on fire. Blinking, his eyes began to water. When he could see clearly, he found his mother standing over him with concern.
She reached out for him, but he pulled away. Sighing, she looked down at the floor. "You mustn't speak that way about your sister, Peter." Her eyes almost seemed to glow in the shadows. "This has been very trying for her."
He scoffed. "It's always about her." Reaching up, he gingerly wiped the tears from his stinging cheek. "And you people wondered why I tried to runaway."
Staring at him, she was back to being cool and reserved. "No, Peter, we never questioned your motives. It was you who were lost." Turning away, she looked about his room. "But that isn't why I wanted to talk to you."
Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to look at a fixed point over his bureau. He had to focus on something to keep the tears from coming. She wasn't the only one who could do the cold shoulder routine.
Regardless, she continued. "You are to stay away from Claire Bennet. She is the kind of trouble that we can ill afford." With her pronouncement made, she marched to the door. Her footsteps echoed like falling pillars on the marble floor.
She was extremely pissed. Good.
Peter smiled. Something quickly slid into place in his mind. He waited until she was at the door before saying something. "She has a crush on me."
His mother froze. A tiny shudder ran through her before she continued on.
Interesting. He would have pursued it if not for one tiny fact. Peter felt the exact same way.
At first, Peter wasn't sure what had woken him. There was nothing beyond the sound of his register in the floor kicking on. Heat flooded in the room and he drew the covers up higher over his shoulders. Even this early in the school year the weather was unbelievably cold.
Shifting in his blankets, he was careful not to jostle his cheek. The entire left side of his face was one raw nerve even now. It was just another reason to leave this place the first chance he got.
Closing his eyes, he settled into a comfortable position on his side. Peter drew his legs up to keep his feet warm. A few moments later, he started to drift off.
It was the shifting of his bed that made his eyes flick open this time. He started to turn over when a heavy weight settled against his back. The familiar smell of expensive cologne eased the rising panic in his chest and he took a shuddering breath.
Fingers absently carded through his hair and he closed his eyes in pleasure. When the arm settled around his chest, he blinked back tears. Feeling his chest shaking, Peter realized he wasn't quite successful. It was okay though. Letting Nathan hold him, he cried out his frustrations.
Entering the school, Peter tried his best to keep hidden beneath his hood. His face still burned as if stung, even if it had lessened a bit from last night. It was embarrassing to have his face shown like this in public. Knowing how it happened was bad enough. Others would ask questions, even if they didn't do it directly. Eventually someone would come to him.
Then everyone would know the family business.
He could just imagine the lesson he would have to learn then. It wasn't like he deliberately told everyone their secrets. This was a cardinal sin according to his mother. He had found out why that one was the hard way.
Shivering, he hunched deeper in his coat. The thick black material protected him from the cool morning air, but not the stares. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the first people to notice him.
Whatever they had been saying was quickly forgotten as he passed. Each of them stared openly, some with their jaws hanging low in shock.
He knew why. No one had seen a Petrelli sporting such an obvious injury before. One thing they had seemed to agree upon was never above the collar.
Peter snorted. Figures he would be the one to break even that tradition.
Trying to turn the tumbler for his combination lock was proving difficult. Every time he thought he had it, the damned thing refused to open. He was getting so frustrated that his hands were shaking. That was only adding to it and he was just about ready to rip it off the damned door!
"Hey! Where were you this morning?" Simone sounded irritated as she slid up next to him. "We waited until the tardy bell rang. I thought something happened to you."
"I got here early." Speaking through clenched teeth, Peter tried rotating the knob five times. When he finished the last spin, he tried the combination again.
Simone huffed in annoyance. "You could have at least called to tell me not to wait for you."
He growled when his twisting missed the first number. If this kept up he was going to be late for third period. "I was busy!" He had to spin it again twice to clear the mess. Reaching up, he wiped at his cheeks before going trying again.
"Whoa!" Suddenly, her hand was on his, preventing him from seeing the lock. She reached out to his chin with her other. "What the hell happened?"
Knocking her arms away with a grunt, Peter went back to trying to get his friggen locker open. "Nothing happened." Wiping at his cheeks again, he winced when he hit the bruise. Frustrated, he slammed a fist into the locker. "Can you get this son of a bitch open? Please?"
There was only silence from her for a moment.
When he looked up, he found her watching him with teary eyes. "Please, don't. Simone." He couldn't stare back for very long and had to look away. "Please."
Nodding, she sniffed and turned to face the locker. As she wiped at her eyes with one hand, she cleared her throat. "I need your combination."
"Thirty-two, fifteen, eight." Grateful, he dropped his chin so that the hood covered his face again.
Keeping his head down, Peter was mostly able to ignore the looks Simone kept sending his way. It was made easier by keeping a half-step ahead of her and the dreg that was her boyfriend. He should have been distracted by the mutual loathing between them. Not that he could look forward to that either. The idiot was doing the same thing his girlfriend was.
Growling in frustration, he stomped further ahead. That lasted all of four paces before something short and blonde blocked his path. There was no need to look up, he knew what and who it was from the smell.
"What the hell did you say?" Arms crossed, she tried to appear large and threatening.
It only made her more fragile in his opinion. Instead of acknowledging her, he moved to step around the blonde obstacle. He didn't even bother to look up.
That's when she spread her arms, holding up her hands to block his path. "Oh, no you don't! You're not getting out of this one." She sounded pissed. With her little voice, it was almost too cute. "I don't care who your family is! You can't just push people around!"
Peter snorted. He could feel Simone and idiot move to flank him. Knowing how Simone felt about him, this was going to quickly escalate if he didn't deal with it fast. Looking up, he stared the little girl down. "What are you talking about?"
"You're father spoke to mine and now I'm being sent back to live with my..." Her eyes went wide; hand going to her mouth in alarm. Staring at him, she sucked in a quick breath. "Oh my god."
"That's it." Using her stunned silence to his advantage, he pushed her aside and walked on. He had had enough of crap from people today. Once he was out of hearing range of the blonde brat, he turned to Simone. "I'm ditching the rest of today. It's too much."
Nodding her understanding, Simone wrapped an arm around his neck. "You be careful walking home."
"Who says I'm going home?" Pulling from her slackened embrace, he hitched his bag up higher. He smiled bitterly at Isaac. Reaching into his coat pocket, he grabbed the ipod and earphones. "See ya Monday, maybe."
The town was quiet for a Friday night. Even if it was just a small town in the middle of the sticks, there should have been people about. People his own age liked to hang out...places. There must have been something going on some where else.
Shoulders drooping, Peter realized just how isolated he really was. He didn't even know where the kids his own age hung out. That was just pathetic.
Hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, he wandered slowly through the downtown. It was quiet here. He liked that. Maybe that was why he didn't know where the others were. At this point, he didn't give a rat's ass.
A quick glance at a post he passed revealed a clock. The hour was getting late. If he didn't head back to the mansion soon, someone would be sent after him. That is, if they hadn't already been dispatched. After his attempt to runaway with Claude last summer, they were almost militant in their vigilance.
Maybe it was time to try again. He was out after all...
A figure appeared down the street. The old lamp post wasn't bright enough to illuminate any features. From the size and shape of his shadow, the figure was a man in a hooded jacket.
He frowned. Obviously he had been found out. Which one was it this time?
That was when the figure moved into the light. Dark hair and pale features were all that was familiar.
Peter barely had time to draw breath to scream before the man was upon him. From behind, a large, callused hand covered his mouth, cutting off any cries he might have made. He tried struggling to free himself, but it was useless. The stranger's arms were like bands of steel where they wrapped around his body and quickly pinned him tight.
From this close, he could see the man's blood red eyes. When he grinned, the man revealed large fangs. "Hello, Peter." His voice was impossibly deep, resonating through his chest where he held Peter against him.
Eyes nearly bulging from his head, Peter tried to scream. The hand muffled his cries and a firm shake ended the last of his resistance. He whimpered as his head was jerked to the side. Pain, blinding and burning shot through his body when those fangs descended into his throat.
He woke to a strong wave of nausea making his head spin. His body felt too heavy and he lacked the proper strength to move. Shivering, he wanted to curl up on his side to clutch at his stomach, but even that proved impossible. So, he laid there and waited for it to pass. No longer straining, Peter realized he could now hear.
There were voices, angry and quick. It took several moments for his ears and brain to adjust and make out the words.
"...the wrong one." That deep voice was the man, the one with the fangs. "I got what I wanted. You're precious Claire was never in any danger."
Peter trembled. Some how this new pain was that monster's fault!
"He is mine!" That was Nathan. His voice sounded strained, like he had been screaming. It cracked when he spoke. "You are in violation, Sylar! The others..."
The man laughed. "The others will never find out." He laughed again. "You think I don't know your dirty, little secrets."
Peter realized he must be Sylar. A hand tugged at his coat, hauling him off the floor.
"We will hunt you down." Nathan's voice dropped a little, almost resigned in his anger. "I will make you pay for this!"
Panic flooded through Peter. No, this couldn't be happening. His eyes slitted open as he was settled over someone's shoulder.
There was a fire off to the side that made the entire beach glow warm orange. It's crackling flames were the only illumination, but Peter could clearly make out his brother. Nathan was watching him, but it felt off. He seemed to be moving up and down.
Nathan was standing there in his usual gray suit and coat. His hands were in his pockets and he was glaring hard at Peter. No, at the person holding Peter. And that bouncing effect was him being carried away.
One hand slipped free, and Peter found the strength to reach out. "Nathan." His voice was but a whisper.
Growing more distant, Nathan remained where he was. His entire body was tense as if ready for a fight. "I love you, Peter, never forget!"
Those words chased his thoughts down as he sank into blissful oblivion.