Tomorrow may come
I've been dreaming for so long,
To find a meaning
To understand.
The secret of life,
Why am I here
To try again?
Within temptation "Jillian".
Chapter 1: A bomb gone missing.
The buildings were nothing but tiny dots in the floor, however, neither brother was paying any real atention to the view. One of them was too focused on the powerful heat emanating from his very core, the other one was just too worried about the youngest one's safety. Peter and Nathan were soaring high in the sky, heading straight for an unavoidable death.
"Nathan, you have to let me go!" air hardly reached his lungs yet Peter had to do something to get his brother away from him before the explosion. Peter could see, through his half open eyes, his brother's skin burning and peeling off from the radiation. The sight was horrific.
"You'll fall if I do!" Came the strained answer. The truth was that Nathan didn't know what he'd do if Peter died, he couldn't, wouldn't let go. His brother was the only one who could understand him and keep him in line, his conscience, the person to tell him right from wrong even if Nathan didn't always listen. That was why he was there, flying over the ocean on a suicide mission when only minutes earlier he'd been willing to let millions die. At least in the end he could become the older brother Peter deserved.
Peter didn't have time to answer, he felt the power consuming him, refusing to remain unheard. His body shook violently as the end of the flight came and with a loud cry of pain he used whatever piece of sanity and control he had left to push his brother away from him with his telekinesis.
The world seemed to stop for a minute as everything around him dissapeared, Peter knew nothing but the light that surrounded him, and with shock he realized he was the source of the light. A loud noise could be heard all around him, was it the wind? He couldn't tell.
As quick as it began it was over, the light and the noise were gone and only the black sky was left, as if the explosion had never happened. Peter was in one piece, heading straight to the dark water below him, completely alone.
With a control he didn't know he had he stopped his fall and hovered in midair, still marvelled at the fact he'd made it alive. He could have killed everyone he cared about, destroyed everything that mattered, and he hadn't. Because of his older brother. NATHAN!.
Locating him instantly, he flew towards the falling figure and caught it before it hit the water.
Nathan was horribly burned, half his facewas covered in scars, part of his hair had burned off, and for a few second Peter didn't think he was breathing. His brother had gone back to save him, and Peter would be damned if he let him die. Being consumed by guilt as he'd been consumed by fire seconds earlier he flew to the nearest hospital.
Peter awoke in a white place, he was laying in an unconfortable white bed, looking up at a white ceiling, sorrounded in white walls, even the security camera that was taping him was white.
Someone needs to get a new decorator.
What the hell happened? His head felt as if it were about to explode, he could barely keep his eyes open, and the bright artificial light was hurting him. Peter hadn't felt that bad after exploding, in fact he felt just fine, more balanced that he'd felt in weeks, everything inside him felt in order. Somehow, he realized, someone had done something to him. Evidently it was whoever had put him in that cell.
He stood up and walked shakily to the door but as expected it was locked.
"Hey! Where am I? Hey!" he was banging on the door with full force, a bit surprised at seeing his fist denting the hard metal. "Where is Nathan?!" he distinctly remembered taking his brother to the hospital, but somewhere between leaving him with a doctor and going to see him in the trauma room he had a big blank.
Peter steped back, determined to use his telekinesis to force the door open when it suddenly moved on its own. A man and a blonde girl entered, she was standing slightly in front of the man, smirking at him in an almost predative manner. Two men, evidently some sort of security, were standing to their side.
"Good night Mr Petrelli, we've been waiting a long time to meet you." Peter's kidnapper was at least polite, if a bit condescending. Who was he, and how did he know his name?. Had they seen him fly or worst, had he seen him explode? Maybe he was conected to the men that had tried to take Nathan once, at first he had disregarded that as another one of his brothers lies but now he realized Nathan's concern had been sincere.
"Who are you? Where am I? Where is my brother?!" He was panicking, his voice showed it. Peter looked around wildly, the men were closing in on him from both sides. He wasn't feeling at his best, and was not sure he'd be able to defend himself. Peter was feeling ill and he wanted his brother.
"Your brother is safe, in the hospital where you left him, he is badly hurt but he should recover. As for the other questions...well, you'll know soon enough." He noded his head at the men around him.
They each pulled a tazer from their uniforms and jumped on him. Peter instinctively raised both his hand to protect his face from the blow. From his right hand flew a ray of electricity that stroke one of the men in the chest and sent him flying into the oposite wall where he crashed loudly, he remained motionles after that. His left hand emitted a wave of energy that held the second man in his place for a few seconds and finally pushed him away violently, his bullet-proof jacket bursting into flames.
When the expected strike didn't arrive Peter opened his eyes and stood frozen in shock looking at what he'd done. He was too surprised to notice the blonde girl throw electricity at him much like he did.
Next thing Peter Petrelli knew was being straped to a table in yet another white room. He tried moving but the leather bounds were not giving. He tried using a power, any power that would come to him but nothing happened. He felt even worse than before, weaker and more tired.
The men who had strapped him took several steps back after realizing he was awake, expecting to see what he would do.
"Where am I? Let me go!" he looked at the men, surprised to see fear in them.
"Don't worry." A female doctor aproached him and stood right in front of his face. "That second dosis will keep him under control." She was pretty, if it weren't for the way she looked at him, as if he was just a lab rat. In her mind he probably was.
Cautiouslly the other three men got closer to her.
"That's what they said the last time and look at what happened." The one who spoke looked as young as Peter, only taller and more muscular. He took a needle from the nearby table and proceded to take a blood sample. Non too gently he stuck the needle in his arm, making Peter wince in pain. After removing it he reached for a piece of cotton only to see the small prickle of blood that remained in the arm be reabsorbed, an instant latter the skin was intact. "His power is still active!" he moved back so fast that the newly extracted blood, which rested in the table, went crashing to the floor tainting the otherwise impecable room.
"Who are you?!" Peter was tired of being ignored so espectacularly.
"See what you did Thompson? Now we'll have to take another sample." She looked positively annoyed. Without sparing Peter's face a glence she took more blood, a softer hand but in no way trying to make the process easier on him.
Incompetent! I told him it was safe.
Peter looked at the doctor, while he was hearing her thoughts she finishe extracting the blood. He could only pick up some swear words from her, nothing of real use. He looked at the man that had spilled topled over the table.
Stupid bitch! Easy for you to act all superior, you didn't have to see the bodies.
Bodies! The guards were dead! He killed them, Peter couldn't process the idea. Without even realizing he'd kill two inocent, well not inocent, but people none the less. Maybe listening to their thoughs was not such a good idea after all.
"His power is still working but in a controlable level, we can't take them out completely without testing them first." She explained as if she were talking to kindergarden children, however, Peter was only concentrated on the actual words.
"Test me? What kind of tests?" but once again he was being ignored.
"Grabb the next tray, we have to start."
He didn't want to think about what happened that night. His mind had gone empty after a while, unable to deal with the pain.
Peter was once again lying on the bed of his cell. He had no idea how much time had passed, or why his powers weren't working. He had a vague idea but it wasn't conforting. They had druged him apparently to keep him controled, his powers worked but barely. Which was just fine for them as that night they had decided to test his regenerative ability.
Peter tried to move in his bed but his body wasn't responding properly, a soft whimper escaped from his lips and he decided to stay in the position the doctors had left him.
A soft sob could be heard in the room as he thought of what his future would be like, everyone who knew him, incluiding Nathan must belive he was dead. No one was going to break him out, no one would look for him. His brother would never know where he was or what they were doing to him. And Peter would never know if his brother survived.
That night Peter Petrelli cried.
"Oh mate relax," The british voice travelled to him from a ventilation exit near the bed. "Thinghs will get a lot worse from now on."
A/n, okay this is the first chapter of my story, basically is re-write of second two. I'll be adding new characters and taking out some others but basically it'll follow the original idea, with some variations. It revolves around Nathan and Peter, and their brotherly relation, so they will meet again a lot earlier.
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