Author's Note: I cannot help myself...I really do not want this to happen, but I cannot resist writing an one-shotter about it. XD
I don't own anything. Spoilers to s2 Finale, 2x11 "Powerless."
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He was going to come clean, with everything. No more secrets, no more lies. They weren't going to suffer for their parents mistakes any longer. He was determined, but what he didn't account for was so were they.
He hesitated only once, glancing at Peter for reassurance, then faced the world again, ready to tell everyone that he could fly, in short, revealing his own ability. As he was about to speak when two gun shots rang out.
He went to open his eyes as he felt the impact of two bullets slamming into his chest sending him backwards. He was shocked, to say the least. Nathan felt strong arms catch him as he opened his eyes to see Peter staring down at him, the same shock in his face. Matt was hovering over Peter, staring with the same expression as Peter down at the fallen politician.
"Nathan..." Peter called to him. Nathan made eye contact, coughing slightly, blood spurting from his mouth and down his chin.
"I tried..." He whispered, his eyelids starting to pull themselves down without his will. He was so cold. He could feel his body shaking, but oddly enough he didn't feel much pain. Some part of his mind wondered about that, usually being shot equaled pain.
"He's going into shock." He heard Peter tell Matt. Nathan was just trying to keep his eyes from closing.
"Stay awake, Nathan." Peter coached him. The corner of his lip curved upwards just enough to be noticeable as he was fading, he knew what was coming.
"Goodbye, Pete." He replied, his eyes now closing against his will. Last thing He heard was Peter trying to wake him.
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"You did this..." He growled pure venom in his voice, staring down his so-called mother with anger he had never felt before.
"I warned him, I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen." She defended herself. He only snarled extending one hand, fingers outstretched as if she was in his grasp. She really was, though, as his telekenetic hand tightened around her throat.
"IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He shouted, pushing her against the wall and lifting her up. She dangled helplessly gasping for air.
"You wouldn't kill your own mother would you?" Bob was behind him. Peter glanced over his shoulder and saw the balding man near him with a gun to his head. As if a seasoned professional, Peter wiped around with his free hand and sent a wave of electricity through the gun and Bob all at once, sending him flying backwards, and knocking him out cold. His attention returning to Angela once more.
"You're no longer the woman I thought of as my mother..." He growled, intensifying the pressure until she went limp. He let her drop, staring at the ground. "rot in hell..."
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It was snowing, blizzard conditions. He shouldn't be out in this weather, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. He had been sitting there for five days straight now, and a total mess in appearance.
"What do I do now?" He asked to the stone infront of him. His eyes stun from tears that he thought had dried out two days prior. He was truely lost now. He had no one left. Caitlin didn't come back, disappearing with the future that never occured. He killed Angela for killing Nathan.
There was only one thing left, one thing that could put him to peace. He stood up, shaking off the snow that accumulated on him and patted the top of the gravestone.
"I'm coming, Nathan."
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