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Title: Out Of Control.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Characters: Peter, Nathan, Angela
Words: 938
Prompt: Hidden Past
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: N/A
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence.
Summary: Peter's got a secret.
Author's Note: Brace yourself.
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"According to Blogger, Jeren1O1, you've got a damning secret. Care to give us a scoop?"
Staring in the face of all the cameras, Peter felt more than a little embarrassed. It wasn't supposed to be him in the spotlight, that was his brother. This should not have even been a consideration. Holding up his hand, he blocked the camera microphones. "No comment."
"Oh, come on, Peter!" A pushy woman in a gravity defying bra tried to get passed her competitors. Using her body as leverage, she vied for his attention. "Everyone knows you've got nothing to hide. So, whatever the secret is, it can't be that bad. You're brother has already been elected, it can't hurt him if that's what you're worried about."
"This has nothing to do with him, and you are no longer welcome here." He ignored the pout she effected. They were all nothing but a bunch of crows. The first sign of blood he gave and they would land.
So, he pushed the closest one out of his way. He'd rather deal with an assault charge than listen to their mad cawing anyways. A few tried to move in and take the man's place, but Peter was already on the move. He stepped over the fallen cameraman.
"Did you get that? Keep on him!"
He couldn't tell who exactly said it, but knew that someone had just earned a black mark in the Petrelli press corp. That idiot would never get within twenty feet of his brother again. Peter only wished he had body guards so dedicated. Unfortunately, all he got was a minder that made sure he didn't do anything to bring a negative light on his family. Oops!
Storming down the sidewalk, he felt almost giddy. The police would most likely be out to arrest him later, again. Why was it that he pushed an asshole, and he got persecuted, while they made his every moment a living hell and none of them were arrested? They could all go to hell!
All he wanted was to be left alone!
Without realizing it, Peter's feet had left the ground. He could hear them shouting, a few people even screamed. Undeterred, he continued on walking. It took several steps for his brain to catch up with his feet. By that time, he was already half a story off the pavement.
Spinning in shock, he found the press and random people on the street snapping photos. In five minutes, him floating above the pavement would be all over the news. Acting on instinct, he flung out his arms.
Cries rang out as a massive flash of electricity flew rippled across the city.
He pointed towards the press, still snapping photos of him with an automatic camera. A thought from him flatted their cameras to the pavement. Another flick of his hand sent them flying in to the bushes they had sprung from when he left his family home.
Rising above the street, he just knew what Nathan was going to say to him for this. Raising his arms out to his side, he summoned the winds to him. Lightning cracked above him as clouds started to form. Why was it nothing ever went right for him?
These people deserved whatever he gave them. It would be so easy to crush them under his will, so tempting to punish them. No one deserved to be treated this way!
Lightning struck the street, liquifying the pavement. Several more strikes destroyed light poles and traffic signals. A continuous flurry of strikes ignited several cars.
His rage growing, Peter found his hands had started to glow. He could do it, he could kill them all. In that moment, he could destroy the very city he had tried to save.
Snarling, Peter clenched his fists. They weren't worth it! Putting one hand out in front of himself, he took off. Dodging lightning strikes and clumps of hail, he flew out over the city, towards the harbor.
As far as his eyes could see, there were no lights. People cowered under store fronts, clustering together to avoid the debris kicked up by the winds. Good riddance.
So easy. So simple. It felt so good to just release it, never care again...
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"Your brother is responding well to the treatment." Pushing up her glasses, Dr. Adler reached up and turned the rod to shut the blinds. As she closed them, she cut off the view of Peter. "His progress was slow at first, but now seems to be coming along quite nicely. However, no matter how much success we have, the delusion still persists."
Having recovered from seeing Peter, Nathan cleared his throat. "What delusion? He was here because of suicidal tendencies."
"Oh, of course. We have cured him of that. It is something else that cropped up while we were treating him for his deep depression." Hearing the excitement in her own voice, the doctor's eyes widened. She took a calming breath, closing her eyes. "What I mean is, your brother's depression seems to have been a symptom of a larger, long-term psychosis."
"I see." Angela put a hand on her son's shoulder, pushing him to the side slowly. Stepping in to the doctor's central field of vision, she smiled. "What exactly does this entail?"
"Simply put, Peter thinks he can fly." The doctor could no longer bare the scrutiny of the Petrellis. Shifting away, she turned to the window. "With the shock treatments, he's getting much better now."
Angela's hand slid down from Nathan's shoulder to clutch at his arm.
In disgust, he removed her hand and shoved it away.
THE END........................