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So here it is chapter two...

Peter's head shot towards the girl. Elle. She smiled coolly but he could see in her eyes that she was scared.

"How are you today Peter?" She asked sitting next to him on his cot.

He squinted his eyes a bit trying to read her mind. He was getting nothing. He forgot about the effects of the drugs he was given daily. He knew it was for the best though.

"What are you doing?" She questioned the determined look on his face.

"I was trying to read your mind." He looked down, obviously defeated.

"You're a mind reader eh?" She touched his chin tilting it towards her, "What else can you do?"

Peter knew better than to trust any of these people. Yeah, they were helping him get rid of his powers. He just wanted to keep those around him safe. He couldn't control it anymore.

"Not much of a talker either," She slapped her thighs as she stood up, "Well, here are you pills. Swallow."

He took the small cup of pills into his mouth, drank a sip of water, tilted his head back and they were gone. He was another step closer to recovering.

Elle headed towards the door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you," He said just as the door closed him in his cell, "Elle."

Elle paused before the window, glancing for a second before moving on to find her father. That was a piece of cake. She was definitely ready to get back to the field.

"She's new," The voice from the vent spoke.

"How do you know?" Peter leaned himself next to his vent welcoming the company of the man in the cell over.

"Peter, when you've been here as long as I have…" Adams' voice trailed off. He had told Peter his story many times, waiting for the day he could finally convince the young Petrelli that this place was nothing but evil.

"How do you think she got wrapped up in all of this?" Peter tried to answer it himself, "She seems like a good person."

Adam laughed, "That's what they do. Get you suckered into a nice person and then they're using you. Testing the Shanti virus on you. Do you want that?"

"How can we stop them?" Peter shook his head knowing that his friend couldn't see it.

"You need to stop taking those damn pills," Adam was clearly agitated, "They are only hurting you."

Peter stood up and began pacing his cell. These pills were the only thing keeping him from self-destructing. He couldn't put the world in such danger again.

"I don't feel much like talking anymore, Adam," Peter laid himself on his cot.

"Don't worry Peter," Adam smiled, "I'll still be here when you're up for a chat."

"Elle, how was Peter today?" Bob closed the file on his desk, "Everything go smoothly."

"It was a piece of cake," Elle smiled, "He's not much of a talker."

Bob laughed at her enthusiasm, "He doesn't trust us much. That's why I put you with him. I'm sure you can pull him out of his shell. He could be quite beneficial to our efforts. Show him to the light."

"Daddy," Elle squirmed in her chair, "I want to get back in the field. I want to be able to help more people."

"In time sweetheart," Bob shook his head, "First I want to see how you handle Petrelli."

"What if he never opens up? Then what am I supposed to do?" Elle caught a glimpse of whine in her voice.

"I have faith in you dear." Bob smirked, "And if he's not receptive charge him up a little."

"Hello again Peter," Elle was wearing an A-line skirt today and a red button down. The color really popped off her creamy skin. Peter noted that.

"Hello Elle," Peter nodded sitting up, "Here to bring me my daily dose?"

"Yessir," She smiled as she sat next to him again, crossing her legs towards him, "Here you go?"

"Thanks," Peter just held the pills in his hand prolonging the meeting this time, "How'd you end up here?"

"I like helping people," Elle looked off in the distance past Peter. She noticed the mirror along the wall with the door. That was why he hadn't noticed her standing there.

"So you are helping people?" Peter grabbed her attention back to him.

"Of course," Elle nodded, "Didn't you sign yourself up for this?"

"Yeah, but I've been having some doubts about this place." Peter looked around. There was no five-star accommodations that would warrant anyone to want to check themselves in. Unless they were a ticking time bomb like himself.

"Trust me, I'm here to help you," Elle touched his hand lightly. They both jumped back at the tiny static shock that passed between them. Elle looked away before recomposing herself, "So tell me mind reader got anything on me?"

"These pills, they dull my powers." Peter shook the cup, "I can't read your mind."

"Powers?" Elle looked at him puzzled, "You have more than one."

"I have the ability to absorb the powers of those around me." Peter turned away from her, "Its like my curse."

"Wow, how many powers do you have?" Elle listened intently, intrigued by this boy who was just like her.

"I never really counted," He scratched his head, "Let's see. I can fly, heal, read minds, be invisible, bend time, walk through solid, make electronics work, paint the future and um radiate power. That's all I think."

"Radiate power how?" Behind her back she sent a shock between her fingers. Was he just like her?

"Like a nuclear bomb that could blow up a city," He finally took the pills and handed the cup back to Elle. Slightly discouraged she took the cup and the hint that he no longer wanted her around.

"See you tomorrow Peter," Elle smiled over her shoulder.

"Yeah," Peter laid back down on his cot, "Tomorrow."

"You're cracking Peter," Adam's voice broke the silence, "You're giving them just what they want. Your trust."

"I am not," Peter was sick of hearing his voice, he just wished Adam would go away.

"Then stop taking the pills," Adam challenge, "Just for a while at least. And if you can't control yourself just go right back. No harm in experimenting. That's what they're doing here anyway. You're their little lab rat."

"You think you've got them all figured out!" Peter yelled dropping down to the level of the vent, "But you're wrong. You didn't see her eyes. She knows what she's doing is good."

"Maybe she doesn't know any better," Adam sighed, frustrated that he was getting nowhere with his best bet out of there, "You'll see in time Peter. I promise you that."

"Morning sunshine," Elle was wearing yellow, fitting to her greeting.

"Hey Elle," Peter didn't even sit up this time.

"What's the matter?" She pried, hoping he'd open up with her some more. It felt so good to be helping someone that was just like herself.

"I just miss my family," Peter confessed, "I wish I could erase all the pain I caused. I wish I could see my brother again."

"Well I don't see why you can't," Elle thought carefully, "I'll talk to my dad and see what we can do."

"Your dad?" Peter sat up for this.

"Yeah," Elle cocked her eyebrow, "He's the big man on campus."

"Bishop is your father?" Peter wondered why this stuck out in his mind. Something about the Bishop family wasn't sitting well with him.

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" Elle laughed it off to the drugs. She handed the cup to Peter.

"No," Peter shook his head, "He just never mentioned a daughter. Not that we have heart to hearts or anything."

"Aw, then I feel special," Peter was confused, "Getting to share heart to hearts with you."

"Yeah, I guess," Peter stared down at the pills.

"Well hurry up and take those," Elle tapped her foot, impatient today, "I've got a lot of things to do."

"I'm sorry to be keeping you," Peter swept the pills under his tongue and pretended to swallow.

"Thanks," She waved before turning around, "Same time tomorrow."

Today she didn't even glance over her shoulder when she left. Something was off and Peter didn't like it. He spit the pills out of his mouth and stored them in his pillowcase just in case.

"I didn't take them," Peter spoke to the vent, "Are you happy?"

"Ecstatic," Adam Monroe smiled.