Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes and I never will.
I was strong. Powerful. Invulnerable. I couldn't be taken down.
Unstoppable.
I wasn't a family guy. I was a career guy, a workaholic. A corrupt, power-hungry politician.
Every time I started to turn my life around, something bad happened.
I got burned. I lost my family. I became an alcoholic. I got shot. I got kidnapped. I was found out by the people who could use the information against me.
Nothing good came from my own good deeds.
Danko was the last straw. I don't want to go back there. I took Claire to Mexico to hide, until I got a call from my mother.
We flew to Coyote Sands, and we heard the truth.
Now, we knew that Sylar had taken the ability of shape-shifting, and he was impersonating me. Because I'm the politician. I'm the one with connections. I had the power to get to the president. I'm Nathan Petrelli.
I could do it all, and that's what he needed.
I flew, alone, to D.C. He would've killed me, but Danko tasered me. When I woke up, Peter informed me that Sylar had kidnapped Claire and was holding her hostage. We went to the Stanton Hotel.
When we got to the room, Claire came flying out, pushed by Sylar and his telekinesis. We went in, and I grabbed the villain and yanked him out the window. He could essentially fly with his power, and he threw me back into the hotel room, after Peter and Claire had run out to find more help. So that's how I'd ended up here, about to charge down a mass murderer.
Why do my good deeds always seem to hurt me? So many times I'd escaped death, so many times I'd been healed.
But as I tried to leap at him, and the fingers slashed quickly, my only thought was, No more.