Something silly for smithsbabe65 and her not-so-squishy feelings about Peter, in thanks for her many reviews!
Peter shook his hair back out of his face. He had to make the right decision here, lives hung in the balance. One wrong move and everyone he ever loved could be lost forever!
"…Strawberry cheesecake." Peter cringed with doubts as he watched the pretty young woman fill his ice cream cone. How would the flavor blend with his choice of waffle cone?
He took a deep breath as he accepted the cone. He left the little shop, never noticing all of the annoyed customers in line behind him. He took his first, hesitant bite. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the two flavors melted perfectly together. Peter sagged against a nearby storefront in relief.
"Honey, are you alright?" a chubby middle-aged woman asked, rubbing his bicep.
"I saved the world," he said softly, moving his face uncomfortably close to hers.
"Oh. Er, of course you did." Her eyes widened as she quickly walked away.
Proud of himself and sure that all was right with the world, Peter strolled down the busy street eating his ice cream.
"Look out!" a man screamed, pointed up and diving out of the way.
Confused he turned puppy-dog eyes to scan the sky above him, not seeing the massive anvil falling until it was too late.
As he was squashed beneath it, his head a flattened mess, he mumbled his final words.
"What'd he say?" an old man asked, bending over Peter's remains.
"Dunno, something about ice cream." an overly-skinny woman answered, stepping back away from the blood.
High above them, where none of their eyes could reach, flew Sylar, smirking to himself about his excellent aim.
The End.
Sorry Peter. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review.