Concealed within the shadows of a local bar, Peter Petrelli was seated on an old wooden chair. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking a shot of vodka, something that he would have never dreamed of doing years prior. Robi's bar made Peter feel welcome; it was the only place to accept him after the explosion five years ago. All the patrons and employees were just like him, dregs of society. Each one had a tale of how they survived against an attack and how they've coped with their new social status.

Peter Petrelli has changed from the "all forgiving nurse" from Manhattan, New York that loved wholeheartedly and unconditionally. Now his personality is darker; Peter calculates his actions before jumping head first into a predicament. You could say that he is more like his brother Nathan Petrelli but instead of pretending to care for his nation, Peter doesn't hide his contempt. His own wellbeing and agenda come before all others and Peter doesn't have any qualms with showing someone the extent he is willing to go, to insure that he succeeds. Once viewed as a hero for all was now a rogue evolved human that had a "fuck all" attitude.

Nowadays, surviving had a whole new definition. In the old days, the most you had to look out for was a stray bullet or a speeding car. Now that one stray bullet is accompanied by several others who's only purposed is to kill you and that speeding car is filled with government officials that either want you terminated or experimented on. To say the least, Peter wasn't up for either choice. If he had to die, he would die on his own time, not because some fool could wield a gun or wanted to learn more about his kind. Only 2 of the world's population has shown signs of being evolved, and the other 98 are panicking like the end of the world is near. A smirk graced Peter's face as thought about the situation. 'They enjoy reading books and watching TV shows about people with extraordinary abilities. But as soon as they get one in their back yard, however, those very same people that they wished to be are now abominations that should be exterminated.' That's why peter secluded himself and turned his back on the world, because they turned their backs on him when the first opportunity knocked.

The bar wasn't only a place for an ostracized hero to hide; it was also a place for him to fulfill his sexual urges. After being shrouded in darkness at the corner table near the bar for an hour, Peter spotted a perfect candidate. A tall red head, about 5'10" moved seductively on the dance floor. With every move of her hips Peter eyes followed, from her shapely legs to her long swaying auburn hair. Peter could only see a beautiful woman that would soon be his bedmate. That's another thing that changed about Peter; he was a sexist pig and didn't give a fuck who knew it.

Slightly captivated by the woman's seductive nature, Peter put down his drink and smoke and made his way over to the unsuspecting female and joined her in her dance. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist and forced her gyrated dancing into a slow sway. The red head giggled and leaned into Peter's body, causing him to support her. They stayed that way for a while, bodies moving as one. The silence between the pair went unnoticed by Peter. He was too busy reading the woman's thoughts to see what her habits where. While he didn't fear any disease because of his healing ability he did fear a clingy psychos and women that liked to poke wholes in condoms.

"Hi." She said drunkenly, her voice was high pitch. It reminded him of a remarkable imitation of a valley girl. Instead of reciprocating the greeting Peter continued to sway his hips in rhythm with hers.

"Do you always accost innocent girls on the dance floor?" Peter momentarily winced when his sensitive nose was assaulted by the stench of alcohol on her breath.

"I don't think you're innocent at all, not with the way you were dancing. It seemed to me that you were trying to captures someone's attention. I thought I let you know that you have mine."

"How very observant of you." The girl pouted before turning in Peter arms to face him. She entangled her limbs around his neck before saying bluntly, "You're hot!"

"So I've been told."

"And cheeky." she grinned.

Peter raised his eyebrows, mildly surprised at the woman's stupidity and how easy a pick up she was. Peter had the sudden urge to inquire what school she attended but resisted. By the look in her eyes and the thoughts running through her head, he could tell that she was ready to have sex with him.

"I can show you how hot I am." Peter offered

"Really?" he nodded and in response placed a heated kiss on the woman's pouty lips. "Wow." She said when they separated.

"Just say the word and we'll be out of here."

"Word." She said stupidly and Peter teleported them to an unoccupied hotel room.

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Across town in an old abandoned building resided a young woman tossing and turning on the hard linoleum floor. Tonight would be the third night that she stayed in the decrepit Deveaux building that suffered a substantial amount of damage during the explosion. Even though it was her third night sleeping inside the historical building it had been four years that she has been on the run from the people that she once called her friends. While the woman wanted to forget the tortures that she experienced, her body would not let her. Every night for the past four years she would dream of the day that her life turned to hell.

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A woman sat in a rocking chair holding a small toddler beautifully singing a lullaby to pacify the little girl's state of restlessness.

Hush little baby don't say a word
Momma's gonna buy you a mocking
And if that mocking bird don't sing
Momma's going to buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring don't shine
Momma's gonna buy you a valentine…

The woman's voice trailed off at this verse of the song. Her daughter, Ciara, could never stay awake past the word valentine. It was like clockwork and as she peered down at the small child she saw that Ciara was sleeping, as a baby should at this time of night. The mother took the time to observe the small girls features. Ciara reminded the woman so much of her self. From her curly hair to her tiny feet the child looked like her mother. The only differences between the two, other than age, were their eyes, hair color and smiles. Ciara had dark brown eyes, black hair, and a gorgeous smile that she got from her father. Just those small differences brought tears to her eyes.

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Thirty minutes after getting Ciara to sleep someone came knocking on the door. The woman sighed and glanced from the television set to the small wall clock that was above it. It was 11:00 o'clock at night. She wasn't use to getting visitors this late. In fact she wasn't use to getting visitors at all. The only people that she had come across in the past year were Nathan Petrelli, her daughter's uncle, and the occasional doctor that he provided for Ciara. The mother could never understand why Nathan thought that Ciara had to see a doctor so often but he said that it was to keep Ciara safe, to prevent what happened to Peter from happening to her. When she opened the door Nathan was there to greet her with a stern face. Along side Nathan was several armed officers that brushed past her and into her apartment.

"Nathan, what the hell? Where do you think you're going?" She asked one of the officers that walked past the living room and to the area where the bedrooms were. "Hey, get back here!" She went to chase after him but a hold on her arm prevented her from moving. Turning around, she saw that another officer was holding her. "Nathan, can you please explain to me what's going on."

"Simone, business is what's going on. Your lovely daughter has developed a power, a power that I need to exploit for my own purposes."

"Why her? I'm not exactly normal either. Why didn't you take me?"

"Because your power is weak, not to mention that I already possess it." Nathan removed the glove that adorned his fingers. A second later those fingers became engulfed in fire. In the same instant Simone's eyes were alit as well but the flame that raged within her eyes were created out of anger. The sound of foot steps behind her alerted her that the officer had returned with her daughter. She was about to take her daughter and kill every single one of them but before she could move a gun was in her face.

"Don't even think about it!" the porky officer shouted.

"Get that gun out of my fucking face this instance or the thought of me killing you will be the last one you read." Simone growled. Before she could blink the hilt of the gun slammed into her face, causing Simone to scream and fall to the ground.

Nathan bent down and grabbed her chin, not caring in the least that she was in pain. "Temper, temper Simone." He taunted. He took a quick glance at Ciara before turning his attention back to Simone "She will be a wondrous aid in my research don't you think?"

"If you hurt her I'll-" Nathan quickly slapped Simone in the same place the gun did.

"What did I tell you about your temper?!" Simone opted to glare rather than respond, knowing that if she did then she would undoubtedly be struck again. "I see that you are a fast learner and hopefully your daughter will be too. Don't worry; no harm will come to her other than that of which she has brought upon herself." Nathan stood and resumed his position at the door. "Don't even think about coming after us. Just know that you are under surveillance at all times and I won't hesitate to kill precious Ciara if the need arises."

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Alerting Simone of the Surveillance that she was under was Nathan's second mistake. The first was when he decided that he would kidnap her daughter and think that he would get away with it. After eluding the few chumps that were on stakeout and figuring out where the cameras were placed around her apartment Simone ran. She didn't run for fear, she ran for help. Ever since that day Simone has traveled all over the world trying to find a lead as to where Nathan had hidden Ciara. Every single trail has ended cold. Short of busting into the White House and confronting Nathan in person, Simone had no hope of finding Ciara but that won't keep her from looking.

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"Oh yes! Hmmm." The unnamed woman moaned as she and Peter both climaxed after what seemed like hours of mind blowing sex. Peter grunted before rolling off of the woman and took a moment to catch his breath. The red head must have thought that since Peter was resting it was a sign that he wanted to cuddle because she wrapped her arms around his chest. As soon as her skin came in contact with his once again it was pushed away and Peter jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. "Hey, what's wrong?" The girl called after him. Peter didn't utter a word. The red head grew frustrated and banged on the bathroom door.

"Hey, answer me damn it!" The water that was running in the bathroom suddenly stopped. The woman recoiled in fear quickly regained her composure and resumed knocking on the bathroom door. Growing tiresome of pounding on the door, the red head decided to open it but when she did there was nothing there. Peter had teleported away and the red head was not happy about that.