Disclaimer- I don't own Heroes, sadly.
This is something that I thought of randomly…
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"Peter, Peter"
His name was being called but he couldn't respond. Suddenly he's falling, fast, nothing stopping him from hitting the ground.
Peter woke up in a sweat, frantically looking around the room he was contained in. It was small and bland in design; it reminded him of the cell he was imprisoned in after he exploded.
"Peter, you should be asleep"
A voice shook him from his thoughts, a voice he recognised.
Peter craned his neck to try and see but the light was focused on him, whilst the voice was hidden in the shadows.
"Sylar?" Peter whispered, silently wishing his guess had been wrong.
Peter's guess was confirmed however when Sylar walked out of the shadows, looking more dishevelled than Peter had ever seen him.
"You shouldn't be speaking, you're not well"
Peter looked at himself for the first time since waking up and realised Sylar was telling the truth. His body was covered in bruises from head to toe. Whenever he tried to move the restraints dug into his wrists leaving swollen, red marks.
"Sshh, don't try to move Peter, it'll only hurt more."
There was sense in Sylar's words so Peter did as he was told.
Sylar moved closer, standing next to the metal table Peter was restrained too.
Peter glanced up too Sylar and realised he was staring at him, his eyes full of hunger…and something Peter couldn't quite make out.
" Why don't you kill me already" Peter had given up all hope of ever seeing Nathan again, and he had no idea where Claire was.
"I don't want to kill you Peter, I would never do that" something about Sylar's tone had changed. It had softened.
"Why not, you've tried before" Peter replied weakly.
His eyes felt heavy; he tried to remember anything, but Nathan's words were the only thing he could hear.
'It's not what I would of done'"If you're trying to remember it won't work, not in here."
Peter didn't have the energy to reply; he couldn't keep his eyes open.
He could feel his hair being stroked slowly, but this was no longer Sylar, it was Gabriel.
"Go to sleep, I'm going to help you."
Those were the last words Peter heard before drifting off to sleep.