This is my first FanFic ever, so reviews are greatly appreciated! Don't be afraid to tell me where I messed up or if I just plain suck! ;) So this first chapter sort of sets everything up and it takes place during season 3. This chapter starts at "I Am Become Death" and ends around "Dying of the Light". The main point of this story is I had this random idea for a new character. I suck at summaries so I'll just get to the story:
Ch.1- Dream Girl
Peter hesitated at the door. Was he really about to do this? Face Sylar, take his power? Did anything make sense anymore?
This is all so crazy, I can't believe I just watched Claire kill me, what happened to her? What made her turn out this way?, Peter's thoughts where running a mile a minute, and Mohinder, what has he become? What has the world become? Everyone having powers… all the violence and chaos…
Peter tried to wrap his head around it all, but the more he thought about it, the more overwhelmed he became. Was it really only days since he was standing next to his brother when the shots ran out? Everything had gone so wrong so fast, and he didn't know how to fix it. Watching his future self being shot down by his own niece really was just the adding insult to injury.
But this wasn't the time for second-guessing, he reached for the doorknob and lit his hands. He stepped into the doorway, and saw that it was clear. He sighed in relief, but kept moving forward. Sylar was here somewhere, he could feel it.
Suddenly he heard light footsteps running down the stairs, he got a glimpse of the fair-haired boy and extinguished his hands.
"Hey uncle Peter! Dad's making waffles!" the boy said.
Uncle Peter?
This didn't make any sense. He followed the boy into the kitchen and saw Sylar. In an apron. Cooking waffles.
"What's up champ? How you doing man?" Sylar greeted the boy with a warm smile, and gave Mr. Muggles small piece of waffle.
This can't be happening, Peter thought, this isn't real. This can't be real. He's a monster, a killer!
Sylar looked up and noticed Peter standing in shock.
"Peter! It's so good to see you!" Sylar exclaimed. He walked across the room and gave Peter a warm hug
"I haven't seen you in so long! If you'd told me you were coming, I would have made extra!" Sylar chuckled and turned back to the kitchen.
This isn't possible, this… this just can't be happening. This is all to messed up, Claire becomes a killer, and Sylar…this isn't possible. This doesn't make any sense…
Peter knew he should say something, anything, but no words came. What could he possibly say? He was barely able to pay keep his attention on what Sylar and his son where saying. Something about a magic word and syrup, he heard it all but none of it registered. He was vaguely aware that he had walked up to the table, but all he could do was stare. This was all to crazy!
"Where's your scar uncle Peter?"
Peter felt his heart skip as the boy said these words. He looked at the boys confusion and saw Sylar's look of realization.
Oh shit, Peter thought.
"You know what, grown-ups need to have a little chat in the other room." Sylar said to the boy.
Peter could feel his heart racing, was he going to kill him? Not with the boy in the other room! But this was Sylar, or at least, he thought it was.
"We're just gonna be in the other room alright?" Sylar shot Peter a look and he followed him into the den. There where toys and art supplies everywhere, this was the last thing he expected Sylar's house to look like.
Sylar gave the boy a smile as he closed the door, then turned to Peter with a grim look on his face.
"You're not from around here are you?" Sylar asked. He stepped forward and Peter drew back, this was still Sylar after all. "No scar, the past right? Which means to you, I'm the boogieman."
Sylar chuckled at this and sat down.
"It's a hell of a thing, you coming here to find out that you and I are brothers."
Peter felt like his head was going to explode. His whole world was turning around and a million questions came to mind. How? Why? This can't be…
"Brothers?" Peter croaked.
Nothing made sense anymore, but that wasn't important right now, he had come for Sylar's power, and he wasn't leaving without it.
"I'm sorry that you came all this way Peter, but I can't help you…" Sylar said.
"Can't?" Peter sneered.
"Won't." Sylar replied.
"Why?" Peter demanded.
Sylar opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a load crash from the kitchen and the little boy's scream.
"DADDY!"
"NOAH!" Sylar yelled, he jumped up and ran back into the kitchen with Peter right behind him.
They burst through the doors and saw four figures dressed in black, a man and three women. Peter felt a cold pit in his stomach as he recognized Claire and Knox to be two of them. The other two were a short, thin women with white hair, who had Noah by the arm, and a curvier women with long, dark, almost black hair, pale skin, and piercing blue eyes.
"Your coming with us Peter" Claire sneered, "it's time to end this."
"Let Noah go!" Sylar demanded.
"Oh, we will" said the white haired women, "as soon as Peter comes with us. This is all in your hands Peter, if you come with us then we let the boy go and nobody gets hurt."
"Except for you" said the dark haired women with a grin. Knox shot her a knowing smile and Peter didn't want to know what they had planned.
"I'll kill you!" Sylar growled, "if you try to hurt him I swear to god I'll-"
"Shut up!" Knox snapped, "we don't have time for this, Daphne, get him."
Peter felt the hit before he could even register what was happening. The white haired women threw him into the wall and he cried out in shock and in pain as he felt his rib crack. He staggered to his feet, but before he could even steady himself he was flying through the air again. She was moving to fast, he couldn't even see her. He hit the floor with a loud thud. He glanced around wildly, trying to see where she was. He heard a crack as he felt a hard blow delivered to the back of his head with the handle of her gun. He flew forward and hit the wall. Peter pushed off the wall and spun around to face her and caught a glimpse of her white hair heading towards him. He reached out his hand just in time and zapped her as she made contacted. He heard her cry out in shock as she fell to the floor. He grabbed her gun from her hand and with one hard hit knocked her out.
Peter turned back to the chaos in the kitchen, Sylar was being beaten by Knox and the Claire and the dark haired women had Noah. Peter raised his hand and used his power to throw Knox across the room into the wall. Sylar looked up in shock, but once he saw it was Peter's doing he shot him a grateful look before turning towards Claire and the other women.
"Let him go!" Sylar yelled as he lunged for the dark haired women. He made contact with her and instantly let out a scream or agony. Sylar fell to the floor with a terrified look on his face as the dark haired women and Claire smiled. Peter aimed the gun at the dark haired women, but hesitated to pull the trigger. Knox took advantage of this and came up behind Peter and grabbed the gun from his hand.
Claire let the boy go as she grabbed her gun and Noah ran forward to his father.
"DADDY!" he screamed.
"NOAH! RUN!" Sylar yelled. He got up and tried to lung at Knox.
Knox kicked Sylar across the room. Sylar smashed into the kitchen table and they both flew across the room. Peter saw with horror that he was headed straight for Noah.
"NO!" Peter screamed and lunged forward, but it was too late. With a sickening crack the table struck Noah hard.
Sylar rolled over, and suddenly a look of terror was on his face as he realized everyone in the room was staring behind him in shock. He turned around and saw Noah's body. A strangled sob came from Sylar's throat as he reached forward to hug his son's corpse.
"Noah..no,no,no, please." Sylar wailed. He looked at Knox with hatred in his eyes. "You…killed him. YOU KILLED NOAH!" he roared.
"Shit!" the dark haired women yelled. "his hands!"
Peter looked at Sylar's hands and saw they where glowing a fierce orange and it was quickly spreading all over his body as his rage grew. The white haired woman had just regained consciousness and staggered into the room. She screamed when she saw Sylar was about to go nuclear.
"STOP HIM!" Claire screamed.
Both Peter and the white haired woman ran forward, but he knew they were too late, the light was already blinding and Sylar was loosing control. Peter closed his eyes against the light as he staggered forward.
"Sylar NO!" he screamed as the deafening boom rang out.
And suddenly there was silence.
Peter opened he's eyes in shock. He was back at the company, back to the right time. He must have teleported.
I can still stop it, he though, I can still change the future.
He suddenly realized that he was in a level 5 cell, and Sylar was staring straight at him.
"Peter." Sylar said, not a question, just a statement. He looked shocked to see him.
Peter felt his blood run cold and he staggered back. He quickly shut he's eyes and teleported out of the cell. When he opened his eyes he saw he was on the other side of the glass, and to his surprise Sylar hadn't moved an inch. He was still just sitting there, staring at him.
"Hello brother." Sylar sang out with an evil smirk on his face.
"no.." Peter whispered.
This isn't possible. Peter thought, it can't be true.
"It's not true…" Peter begged.
"It's true Peter, turns out we're one, big, happy family." Sylar chuckled.
"Shut up!" Peter yelled, "you are NOT my family!"
"But he is Peter."
Peter spun around at the sound of his mother's voice. She was standing a few feet behind him, looking completely calm and collected.
"Mom? But, how is this possible?" Peter stuttered, "How-"
"I know you have a lot of questions," Angela cut him off mid-sentence, "and I will do my best to answer them when the time comes, but right now we have work to do."
She walked up to the door of Sylar's cell and punched in a code. She opened the door and walked in.
"Mom, no!" Peter yelled.
"It's alright Peter," she said, never taking her eyes off Sylar, "Gabrielle won't hurt me."
She placed a loving hand on Sylar's cheek and Peter thought he would be sick.
"What do you need us to do?" Sylar asked her.
"Right now, I just need you to be ready." Angela replied, "I need to dream, and once I have I will know what needs to be done. Gabrielle, get changed out of those clothes, and Peter, you need to rest."
Peter just nodded his head, there were so many things he wanted to say, but right now he just didn't have the energy. He turned away from his mother and his…brother. Would he ever get used to that? He walked down the corridor away from Level 5 and found an empty room with a hospital bed.
….
Peter was running down a long corridor past science labs and elevators. He looked up and saw that Sylar was running too. He was ahead of Peter and glanced back with a panicked look.
"Keep going!" Sylar yelled, "We're almost out!"
Sylar disappeared around the corner. Peter ran after him, but stopped abruptly. Sylar had stopped just before the exit, and Peter could see why. There was a woman blocking the exit. She had long dark hair and scared blue eyes. She looked nervous, but determined. Peter recognized her immediately; it was the woman from the future.
"I can't let you leave." She yelled.
She raised her hand towards Sylar and he dropped to the ground, screaming in agony. She turned to Peter and raised her hand again.
"I'm sorry" she said.
"No!" Peter screamed.
…
"Peter, PETER! Wake up!"
Peter jolted awake and saw Sylar standing over him. He jumped off the bed and raised his hand, ready to fight.
"I'm not going to hurt you Peter!" Sylar said, he had a panicked look in his eye.
"Then what do you want?" Peter asked.
"It's..it's mom." Sylar stuttered. "There's something wrong with her."
"What? Where is she?" Peter demanded.
Peter followed Sylar to another room with a hospital bed. His mother was lying on the bed, eyes wide but unseeing. He rushed to her side and grabbed her arm.
"Mom! Mom wake up!" Peter shook her arm as he desperately tried to wake her.
"You think I haven't tried that?" Sylar was by his side now and placed his hand over Angela's. "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do." He said.
Peter stared at the killer in shock. "You actually care about her, don't you?"
Sylar glared at him before returning his gaze to Angela.
"Of course I do! She's my mother too Peter." Sylar sighed.
I can't believe this, has he actually changed? Peter wondered. He's really my brother, my family?
"Peter you have to look inside her head, find out what's happening to her!" Sylar begged.
Peter stared at Sylar in shock before nodding he's head. He took a deep breath and plunged into his mother's mind.
The shock of what happened next hit him hard. He had never encountered so much resistance before. It was like trying to paddle up a raging river. He tried to focus on something, but the harder he pushed in the more resistance he encountered. His head felt like it would explode and his whole body hurt from the effort, but he wouldn't give up. With one last try he put all his energy towards breaking down the resistance. For a brief moment he saw a symbol flash before his eyes before he was thrown out of his mother's mind.
Peter gasped for air and staggered backwards.
"Peter! Are you ok?" Sylar rushed forwards "What did you see?"
Peter looked around wildly. It took him a second to regain his balance. He looked down and at the table near his mother's bed and snatch up a pen and her chart. He drew the symbol he'd seen in his mother's mind and showed it to Sylar.
"I don't understand what it means." Peter said, "but it was all I was able to see. I've seen this symbol somewhere before…"
"So have I.." Sylar pulled a business card out of his pocket and showed it to Peter.
"Pineherst?" Peter read the card, but he was as confused as ever. "I need to go there and find out who's doing this to mom."
"WE need to go there" Sylar corrected.
"No. I'll do this alone." Peter was disgusted at the idea of working with a monster.
"You still don't trust me, do you Peter?" Sylar sighed.
"You've given me no reason to. I don't care if you are my brother, you're a killer!" Peter spat.
Sylar sighed, and to Peter's shocked, actually looked sad.
Could he really be telling the truth? Peter wondered, he WAS different in the future. Maybe he's really trying to change.
"Please Peter, I just found my mother, I can't lose her!" Sylar turned to Peter with a desperate look in his eyes.
Peter sighed. "Fine." He said. "We'll go together, but don't think I won't kill you if you try anything funny!"
Peter reached out and put his hand on Sylar's shoulder, closed his eyes and teleported them to Pinehearst.
Sylar gasped in surprise.
"You could have given me a heads up!" he exclaimed.
"Look. Let's just get in there and find out what's happening to my…our mom, ok?" Peter sighed.
Sylar nodded in agreement as they opened the door and entered the facility. They walked over to the elevators and looked at the floor descriptions.
"Ok," Peter said, "Let's split up. I'll go to the top floor where the offices are, and you go to the 5th floor, that's where the labs are."
"I don't think we should split up" Sylar warned.
"This is the fastest way to do it, and we need to find out what's happening to mom fast before she gets worse."
Sylar glared at Peter, but Peter stood his ground and stared right back, finally Sylar sighed in defeat.
"Ok, fine." Sylar agreed.
Peter got in the elevator and he saw Sylar heading towards the stairs. He pressed the button for the top floor and waited as the elevator made it's slow assent.
Maybe Sylar was right, Peter thought, I have no idea what I'm going to find.
After what felt like an eternity the doors opened and Peter was on the top floor. There was only one door to go through, it was wooden and looked very expensive.
This must be the main office. Peter thought. Whoever is running this place is right behind that door…
Peter walked up to the door, but hesitated to open it. He leaned in and heard a few voices coming from inside. He took a deep breath and electrified his hands, ready for whatever he might find. He threw open the door and walked in.
The first thing he saw was Knox and Flint staring at him in shock. Then he recognized the white hired women and a short, pudgy man. Flint lit his hands and Peter readied himself for battle.
"It's ok" a familiar voice rang out, "he's my son."
Peter felt the shock hit him as the man turned around.
"Dad?"
"Peter."
"How is this possible…You're dead!" Peter exclaimed.
Flint and Knox were still ready to attack. Arthur put a reassuring hand on Knox's arm and they backed off. Peter watched as the father that , up until a few seconds ago, he'd thought was dead walked towards him. Suddenly the realization hit Peter.
"So, you're behind all this?" he asked, "you…you hurt mom?"
Peter didn't lower his hand; didn't let his guard down. This was all too surreal.
His father shrugged. "Like I say, we need to talk." he spread his arms out welcomingly, "Come give your father a hug."
Every instinct Peter had was telling him to run, to fight, to do anything besides give this man a hug. But looking into his father's eyes he realized he had missed him. They may not have gotten along, but they were family.
"It's alright Peter" Arthur smiled and stepped forward.
Peter lowered his hand and started to step forward when he heard someone behind him. He spun around and saw a woman standing in the doorway. Her mouth hung open and she looked both shocked and terrified at the same time. Peter recognized her instantly. It was the girl from the future, and from his dream.
"Poena, your late!" his father scolded.
"I-I-I…I'm so sorry Arthur..." the woman stuttered and tried to regain composure.
Peter went into her mind and heard one clear thought: oh god, he's taking his own son's powers?
Peter gasped and turned to face his father.
"You…you.." Peter had no idea what to say. He looked around wildly and saw the villains were all watching him nervously.
"Peter, come on now, give your father a-"
Before Arthur could finish his sentence Peter had pushed the woman into the wall as he used his speed to run to the stairwell and jump down to the fifth floor.
There was a moment of stunned silence before Arthur yelled: "FIFTH FLOOR! GET THEM! They don't leave this building!"
The Villains sprang into action and took off after Peter.
Meanwhile Peter was on the 5th floor and frantically looking for Sylar. He saw a
flash of white as Daphne sped towards him, but he was ready. Blue flames flew out from his hands and Daphne screeched to a halt a moment before hitting them. She hesitated for a split second, and Peter used his speed to grab her and fling her into the wall. He zapped her hard enough to knock her out, and then continued down the hall.
He rounded the corner and almost ran right into Sylar.
"We have to go!" Peter yelled. He reached out to grab Sylar's arm when suddenly Sylar yelled; "LOOK OUT!"
Peter and Sylar jumped apart just in time before they where hit by a wave of blue flames. They turned and saw Knox and Flint lunging towards them.
"RUN!" Peter yelled. He turned in time to see Sylar go flying into the wall. He ran towards him and pushed him to his feet.
Sylar started running down the hallway and Peter used his powers to throw Knox and Flint into the wall before turning to run after Sylar.
"There's an exit at the end of the hall!" Peter yelled.
Sylar glanced back to make sure Peter was still behind him.
"Keep going!" Sylar yelled, "We're almost out!"
Peter turned the last corner and stopped abruptly, the dark haired woman, Poena, was standing in the hall. She looked scared.
"I can't let you leave." She yelled.
She raised her hand towards Sylar and he dropped to the ground, screaming in agony. She turned to Peter and raised her hand again.
My dream! Peter thought
He raised his hand and used his powers to shock her. With cry of pain she went limp. He grabbed Sylar's arm and was about to teleport when he looked over at Poena.
She was in my dream, Peter thought, that has to mean something.
Peter heard shouts as the others were catching up to them and without thinking he grabbed onto the woman's arm as well and teleported.
To Be Continued…