So yes i'm back!! FINALLY!!! lol This story started out as just a crack idea but it kinda grew a life of its own, i'm really excited about where this story is headed, and i hope everyone will hold out and give it a chance lol it has a few suprises in store

Heroes ficy

Pairing: Sylar/Peter

Rating: M, for blood gore and sexual themes

THIS IS MALE/MALE!!! Don't like don't read

I own nothing!! Except the backstory, that is mine, the rest...i covet!!! lolz

Give it a chance, i have somewhere i'm going with this, i just have really weird ideas and want to see where it goes from there lol

Prologue : Once Upon a Nightmare

From the day we are conceived in the womb, we are destined to die. People seem to blame god when that death does come simply because someone else lived longer, but really what does god have to do with that? Do people blame god when they are living a normal regular run of the mill day? Do people blame god for sleeping? It just seems so strange when people go about there normal day never thinking about it twice but suddenly decided to starting looking up when bad things happen.... There are those that embrace death, sing its praises and worship the eternal sleep....only to find themselves scared shitless when that death does come. There are those that go calmly through there life, knowing that death is coming and face it calmly when it does. And then there would be me.....

I'm not really strange, i'm not really different....but i've faced death on a daily basis, seen all forms of it, watched as men died turning black and blue silently screaming for help that could not be given. Watched as a drunken man smashed is face clean off while riding shot gun in a convertible...watched the blood spurt out the huge hole in what was once his face....been to 13 funerals in a year, spent 45% of my life in hospital rooms and nursing homes around dead or dying people, both elderly and young. Seen someone shot right on front of me and not be able to do a damn thing about it. I've met a woman who went into the hospital for eye surgery and never came back out...instead wound up being a paralyzed blind mute....i've seen every turn and twist possible, every shape and form of death decay and dying, and i did it all before my 13th birthday....

The first time i saw death, a man was sitting in a hospital bed, we'd been to see him soo many times before....but this time it was so much worse. He was dying, somehow not really sure but he was black and blue, grabbing onto the side rails, screaming pushing my father away who was trying to help him, he looked at me cursing god screaming and yelling for help, he died screaming for someone to save him. I didn't sleep for a month after that...i was 4.

Something happened after that day, something i didn't realize...though everytime i saw death it still scared me, it became easier to deal with. after my 40th time watching someone die, it stopped bothering me so much. I still cried but i wasn't haunted by the screaming faces anymore, i could sleep at night safe and sound, not caring if death came for me...i had seen it all so many times before... I was 7 years old.

When i turned 13 we moved to New York. My mother decided to put my brother into full government swing, convinced that he had what it took to become big. Father was a big shot for something or another, it really didn't matter to me. I knew what i wanted to do...what i needed to do to feel normal... after everything that i saw in my life, the only way i could find to feel anything was when i was helping those that were dying. So i was put into early medical training. By the time i was 19 i was in college getting my nursing degree. I was happy..as much so as i could be. My future was bright and my life was going good...till that one day....i met him...thats when it all started to change.

~TBC

YEAH!!!! Okay so don't kill me!! it will get better!!! i promise!!! just wait a till chapter 3!! lol and yes its short, i'm sorry, i'm working on it XD

R and R please!!!!