The Plague, The Swarm--Drabble Song Challenge #19
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: Too spoilery, just read
Warnings: None
Prompt: Drabble Song Challenge #19 – NIN "The Collector"
Summary: It's a different future for Peter
He sat, patiently. Eyeing the anonymity of the scene. The unfamiliar smell of the dead air. The faint heart beat of people walking to and fro. And, the indescribable feeling of knowing that he had all the power. He always had.
In this way he knew he had the advantage. In this way, he knew that his opponent wouldn't see it coming until he'd finished the deed. He knew he would get another one; another ability he'd use to tear them down from the very core of their evil vendetta. And, he'd win this time.
Standing at the threshold of this resolution, his eyes darted back and forth over the newspaper. Scanning for a physical sign that would confirm the emotional resolve.
There. The man he needed, in the place he need to be, laying calmly between this week's ads and a terrorist news brief. The curtness of the article, the falsities painted in the picture. It all blended for a perfect signal that this was the exact point in time he'd need to be.
A deep breath before coming to terms with the deed. A quick glance at the world he'd come to hate. A sly smile to the thought of knowing that this time he would suceed; this time the right butterfly would be crushed. And, all the one's he's collected would rise from their ashes and find their way back to the appropriate place in time. Find their place and fly with repaired wings.
He lowered his head, took a breath, and…
Landed in his opponents office.
"Peter," the sly opponent said. The sound of death and destruction echoed his words. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to make amends with the world you created, doctor!"
The shocked look, the pained stare, the angry resolve—no chance to oppose.
Peter took the vile of red death, of rose colored plague and with a swipe of his hands demolished the entire lab.
"What, no, you.." The younger man fell to his knees in defeat.
"The world you think you're helping will become the world you single-handly destroyed. This is for your own good, Suresh"
And before the doctor could rebut, Peter travelled back to his time. He noticed the changes immediately, but something was off.
And, the gun that was placed at the nap of his neck felt so cold. And the resolve of knowing who, without turning around felt so easy.
"Taken care of? You have the formula"
"Yes," Peter said as he shifted into Sylar, "Right here."
Claire's hand rested, lowering the gun from his neck, "Good!"
His thoughts calmed, his goal complete, nodding to Claire, "In the words of a songwriter, 'I am the plague, I am the swarm.''"