A/N: Just something I thought of. Yes this is set in Season 1, but as of now most stories I post about Heroes will be set in the 1st Season, because I haven't really gotten caught up on the 2nd Season yet, slowly watching it. Should be done soon with that one though. Hope you like this.
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The sun was just coming up as Peter stood atop of the Deveaux building. He was farther along in his training, enough where he could at least cause himself to be invisible at will and not just by being near Claude. No power was being used though; he was just being as he looked out at the city. Sometimes people called it filthy; said that there were just too many people, but there were certain times where it was just breathtaking, like now.
Sleep hadn't come to Peter, so around 6:30 in the morning he'd left his apartment where Claude himself was asleep. He'd come up here, making sure to keep himself invisible until he knew he was alone. Then he'd let himself go and just stared out at the city that had been his home all of his life. It was when the sun started to come up and it set it's golden glow over the city causing a beauty that few ever saw or took time to notice, when Peter knew for sure that he had to work harder than he ever had to stop what he knew was going to happen. Whatever it took, he knew he could never let himself kill anyone.
"Ah, my broodin' empath, thought I'd find ya up 'ere." A familiar voice said from behind me. He grinned and shook his head. He didn't respond though, just continued to look.
"So, ya thinkin' 'bout jumpin' or somethin' of that nature?" Claude asked, still standing behind him.
"Just thinking, that's all." Was his only reply.
"Right, well if ya don't mind or anythin', I'd like to start trainin'." Claude said, as he prepared to walk away from Peter.
"Claude, if you could do anything to stop yourself from hurting, possibly even killing, everyone around you, would you do it?" Peter asked suddenly as he turned to face his mentor.
"I don't know, half the people in this bloody city aren't always worth savin' if ya ask me, but I don't know, some of them aren't all bad."
"So would you?" Claude had turned to face him now.
"Maybe I guess." He said, looking at Peter with a look that said he didn't seriously care, but Peter only heard his words.
"Even if that meant killing yourself?" Peter questioned, seriousness in his face and voice.
"So ya were thinkin' 'bout jumpin', that right, well it wouldn't do any good since ya can't die." Claude retaliated.
"Never mind, I was just thinkin', that's all." He said with a sigh as he walked away from the spot he'd been standing.
"Right. Well don't think, work. I don't want a silly lad like yourself blowin' up the city."
"Me either." Peter said under his breath as they started up the training for the day.
The End