Who: Noah Bennet and [OPEN] What: What do you mean, I'm not dead? Where: City street in downtown Los Angeles When: Midday Rating: TBD Status: thread ; incomplete ; OPEN
A car horn honked angrily. The man in the street didn't pay it any attention. Bennet was busy looking around, an unfamiliar expression of disbelief on his face. Something very... strange had happened. A few moments ago, Parkman had been holding him to the ground, with a gun pressed against his forehead. The feeling of the telepath ripping through his mind was something he'd been prepared for, but the viciousness with which Parkman had done it wasn't. And in the instant that he had given way to panic, trying to fight back and protect his daughter
(Claire, not Claire, don't you DARE--)
and once Parkman had latched onto that one thought, the rest was torn away. And Bennet knew he was a dead man. No way was he going to let Parkman walk out alive with that information. And Parkman knew it. He was going to die having failed Claire. Bennet shut his eyes, and waited for the inevitable.
Which never came.
Instead, the world had gone away. The darkly lit interior of the old Primatech Paper building was gone. There was sunlight on his face, and he was still laying on concrete, but the cold feeling of a gun pressed to his head was gone. The screech of tires filtered into his perception enough to make Bennet roll out of the way, getting to his feet in a smooth motion. After which he simply stared.
This wasn't Texas. From the look of the place, the clothing styles, the faint smell of the ocean, and the temperature, he was guessing California. Los Angeles. It was the scent. You never forgot that ozone and smog smell of Los Angeles. And how had he gotten from Odessa to Los Angeles? There were only two people Bennet knew to be capable of such a feat, and one was presumed dead. Presumed, Bennet emphasized, because he knew better than most just what kind of things Peter Petrelli was capable of. He knew the healing ability the man had recovered from Claire. The chances of Petrelli actually being dead were slim to none. And since Bennet had just sent Parkman after Nakamura and his friend, he didn't think the teleporter would be willing to save his life.
Unless it was to make the kill himself.
Fine, if that's what he wanted. But Claire was the one in danger. "Alright, you bastard," he announced, anger thick in his voice. "Whatever the damn reason for bringing me here was, I need to be in Midland. Once she's safe, we'll talk about why I'm here."
There was no reply but another annoyed honk from the car. Bennet threw a look at the driver that made the man flinch, and stepped back, feet finding the curb of the sidewalk. The driver drove off, and Bennet growled under his breath. Fine. If they weren't going to help him, he'd warn Claire by himself.