WHO: Nathan Petrelli, future!Peter Petrelli WHERE: Streets of L.A; later, the Hyperion WHEN: Evening. WHAT: Nathan arrives in L.A. in less-than-perfect condition. RATING: PG-13 for situation STATUS: thread; completed! NOTES: Nathan's speech is not mine, at all, and comes from far more brilliant minds.
"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to Congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way. But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth. I have the ability—."
Nathan had been ready. He had been filled with a clear, more focused resolve than anything before in his life over the idea of telling his secret to the world, a momentous act given he had spent hiding and even reviling the powers for so long. To stop the Company, to save those like them from further manipulation, he had been prepared to reveal that part of himself. He had Peter at his side, he had Matt too, and they were united in their resolve to tell the world and put an end to the Company's reach.
But the words never left his mouth, dying nearly spoken. Two sharp bangs echoed in his ears and, for a moment, he was confused, his mind processing what had happened much too slowly as he fell back. It wasn't just his mind moving slowly, but everything around him. There was noise, absolute pandemonium around him, but it came from very far away, fading entirely after a moment.
Despite the pain in his chest, a pain that sank in with excruciating fierceness as he struggled to draw a breath, Nathan was aware of one thing. Where before Peter had been, right next to him, holding on to him and saying things he hadn't been able to focus upon, he was now gone. Though his vision was hazy, he turned his head, finding only unfamiliarity.
He opened his mouth to call out, but the spreading pain, or even the cause of that pain, seemed to have robbed him of this ability to speak, leaving him without a way to find Peter. It was only then the tiny pieces fell together, in a vague understanding he was dying. His life wouldn't end like this, not now that had had the chance to make up for the wrongs in his life, a chance to be a better man, a better brother, a better father and husband and even son. Though he did not think to do so consciously, his mind screamed out, one single name backed by fear and pain and even anger.