Agent Peter Burke (agentburke) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-02-17 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !a haunting, peter burke |
Who: Peter and his ghosts (Narrative)
What: dealing with said ghosts
Where: his sentry tower
When: now
Warnings: Doubtful
Ghosts.
Peter wasn't sure what about that was so ridiculous and terrifying at the same time, but it was. Which was why he was foregoing sleep and taking on extra sentry shifts. The coffee wasn't the greatest, but it had caffeine and that was all he needed. He'd made the mistake of sleeping when they first invaded, and ended up trapped in a nightmare with Vincent Adler. He'd rather not have a repeat of that. Especially since Adler seemed to be able to control what was happening. He'd watched Neal, Kate and eventually Elizabeth all blow up on that plane over and over again. Nothing he did could stop it.
Now he was perched in his tower, gun at the ready, hoping for zombies to take his frustrations out on. If someone had told Peter a year ago he'd be hoping for zombies, he would have told the person to have their head examined. Yet here he was, hoping and waiting.
"Miss the wife don't you?" Adler's confident voice seemed to bounce off the tower. Peter refused to look at him. Ignore him and he'll go away. Except that wasn't Adler's style. He was slick. He was the one who taught Neal how to be Neal. He was also pretty pissed off about how he died. "Was I the first you killed in duty?"
Just the way he stressed the word made it clear he didn't believe it was a justified shooting. Truth be old, Peter had asked himself a few times was it really he only way to save his partner, or if he'd allowed himself to react emotionally. "No."
So much for ignoring him.
"Doesn't get any easier for someone like you. The good man. Faithful husband. Celebrated officer. I bet every single report card in school said shows exceptional potential." The mocking tone was so clear, Peter was tempted to see what happened if you shot a ghost.
"Do you have a point?" Peter saw no zombies. A quick glance around the other towers, and he realized he wasn't alone in taking to the sentry tower to avoid the crowds inside the prison.
Adler leaned against the railing, arms across his chest. You could barely see the wounds from where Peter had shot him. "Oh just that you and I aren't so different. Neal destroyed my life too you know. You're so enamored by his potential and so caught up in his drama, that you've abandoned all that made you, you. Your wife is in another country. You're not protecting her and the survivors in Canada. Instead you left it all to go chase Neal." He shook his head. "It won't matter anyway. That boy is mine. I made him."
"Shut up, Vincent," a new voice said. Peter didn't have to turn to see her. He knew it was Kate. "Neal was never yours. He was too smart to be yours, and whatever your issue with Peter is? Get over it. Someone should have shot you a long time before he did."
"I expected you to look a bit more charred," Vincent mused.
That was it. Peter whirled around, gun aimed at the ghostly man only to have Adler arch an eyebrow at him. "You already killed me once, Agent. No need to save his one. She's no damsel. We both know that. It's Neal who never figured it out." With that, he was gone, leaving Peter alone with Kate.
She didn't bear any of the wounds from her death; thankfully. Peter knew if he was seeing her than she was here for Neal. He didn't want his friend to have to deal with that. It had taken everything in him to hold Neal back from racing into the fiery inferno that the plane Kate had been on had become. "Hello, Peter."
"Kate."
"I'm not here to hurt him." She tucked a long strand of dark hair behind her ear and stared at him with those big blue eyes. He was struck suddenly who she sort of reminded him of. Elizabeth, when they'd first met, used to do the same thing, the hair behind the ear, and the wide eyes when she was worried or concerned. Huh.
He was quiet for a long time. She didn't push him to speak. Maybe she knew him well enough to know he needed to choose his words carefully. After all, interfering with Neal and Kate had caused problems between the partners before. Still. Neal was his friend, and Kate was a young woman who died much too soon. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get you off the plane."
"I'm glad you kept him from getting on it."
She offered a sad smile and then stepped back. "I want to go back to see him, but he has another visitor too. I could hear Adler taunting you so I thought I'd stop by."
"Ellen?" He asked.
She nodded. "They have things to speak about that don't concern me. Take care of him, Peter." He looked up at that, but she was gone. The tower was silent, and for a moment all that was here was Peter and his gun. He'd take the solitude while he could get it.