Esther Petrelli

By: Leelee488512

Chapter Two

Esther sipped her cup of orange juice quietly as she scribbled a picture on her lineless notebook. The scribbles soon became an almost photographic picture of her Uncle Peter. She had gotten everything down to the small sign of happiness in his eyes. In the background was the Petrelli mansion, seeming to match the current summer season. The month was late June, and since there was no school, the kids' grandmother (Angela) gladly let them stay until their mother or father came to pick them up. That was another thing, during the summer Mai and Gabriel would take care of the kids week by week and during the school year (this only worked because Mai and Gabriel lived only a couple of blocks away) the same way.

"Esther give it to me." Gabriel interrupted her drawing abruptly.

"Huh?" When Esther's head popped up it almost hit her father's.

Gabriel's hand took the notebook away from his daughter and pushed a plate of pancakes in front of her. She muttered something under her breath that her father heard perfectly. Esther had called him "forest-hands" which he almost found amusing. Gabriel was happy that Esther wasn't bold enough to say the light insult to his face.

Elijah examined his older sister intently as she pretty much wolfed down her pancakes and bacon. He scratched his seemingly un-hereditary curly brown hair. His hair was naturally shaped like Nick Jonas' in Camp Rock (one in a million old movies in which the kids' mother had made them watch). The boy looked more like his mother than his father, only inheriting his gender, eye color, skin color, and hair color. Elijah had his mother's eyes, which showed his Japanese heritage, unlike his sister, and had hands that were naturally "hardwired for chopsticks". He hated spicy food though, which is found almost all over Japan (or his great-grandmother's kitchen) though Esther did. Overall, the children looked more like their Italian-Irish side of the family than their Japanese side.

"Daddy, why is Esther eating like the rat from Charlotte's Web?" Eli asked his father innocently. Of course he knew the answer to his own question, the boy just wanted to see how his father would react.

"Oh, your sister is just doing that to get to her drawing quicker. I'm not going to give to her, though. I'll have to show your Uncle Pete first."

Esther almost choked on her pancakes at Gabriel's last sentence.

"U-Uncle Peter, why would you want to tell him?" Esther tried to shake off her embarrassment smoothly, but that didn't give her father any doubts about what he was doing.

"I want to tell Pete because you need to make sure that your uncle is okay with being drawn…" Gabriel flipped through the pages of his daughter's book and counted the pictures of Peter with a smile only a father or big brother could give when he found out who your biggest crush was, not that the person was Peter.

"One, two, three times in your book. Ooh, and Claire and Nathan are also drawn on three pages each…Why is Lyle Bennet drawn seven time-"

"I think that's enough, Dad!" Esther stole the book from her father's hands, and placed it under her butt. She pushed her hair that had straitened itself behind her ear. The girl sighed and thanked Jesus for not letting her father see the uncharacteristically written Mrs. Lyle Bennet's on the bottom of the next three pictures of him.

"Hiya, Grandma," Esther walked into the large mansion like she knew the place like her favorite show- and she did.

"Bye, Dad." She stepped on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around her father's neck, then kissed his cheek like most daughters did to their fathers, but with a hidden agenda. As she released her father, she brought her hands to his, and snatched her notebook from his hands.

"Hey, don't snatch from me again, Esther Yu-"

"I'm sorry; I'll show Uncle Peter the drawings. Just don't say my full name, Dad!" Esther apologized to her father after he scared her. She heard Eli chuckling as he walked to the kitchen, but ignored him.

"Okay." Gabriel laughed at how his daughter's emotion changed just because he had started to say her middle name (Yukiko).

"Whew," Esther sighed, and then asked if she could go upstairs to show her uncle the pictures. After she was able to leave, Esther ran upstairs to the spare bedroom where her uncle was usually found if he wasn't in his apartment.

As Esther got to her uncles bedroom door, and stopped in her tracks as she heard a different voice, along with his in the room. Girlfriend, she thought, then listened on. The voice was more familiar as she did. The pre-teen's eyes lit up happily, and she pushed through the unopened door.

"Claire!" Esther ran in, hugging her older cousin happily, in the process knocking all of her papers on the hardwood floor.

"Oh . . . sorry, Claire. Uh, what are those papers for?" Esther bent down to pick them up with her relatives.

"Those are my notes; our uncle's helping me study for my intern test." Claire said gathering the rest of her papers, then going take her seat back at her uncle's desk.

"But, you're trying to be a doctor-not a nurse, like Uncle Peter."

"We learn the same stuff," Peter retorted in an almost annoyed way.

Claire suddenly tripped on the chair her hand hit the floor with a loud CRACK! The woman's hand was displaced on her arm, and broken. Esther saw the entire thing.

"Oh my gosh, Claire! I-I- Uncle Peter, give me your cell phone so I can call an ambulance." Esther's face paled as she saw blood from her cousin's hand ooze out disgustingly. She wanted to vomit, as she closed her eyes and took her uncle's hand, shaking his hand until he stopped her. Peter covered her eyes and walked her out of the room as Claire healed and wiped herself up.

"Uncle Peter, why are we leaving Claire alone?" Esther almost screamed, but her trembling voice turned the volume down.

"She can take care of herself, now come on."

Esther was taken aback as her uncle led her down the stairs, and halfway down the marble transporters she stopped walking.

"N-no, Uncle Peter, she can't heal a bloody, broken hand spontaneously. . . I'm going back up." And with that, she placed Peter's hands off of her shoulders and ran back upstairs.


Also, you WILL be seeing/reading about Esther and Eli's mom, and how she and Sylar divorced. The story is quite sad, though, and kind of retarded though, but you all know that one problem leads to and insecurity leads to sleeping seperately to DIVORCE!

Review, please.

God Bless,

Leelee488512

Well, that was a sort of cliff-hanger. . . you see, Sylar (I love to call him that)didn't want any of his kids to find out about the powers until he knew that they had them. Do you get the genes (I made a Punnett Square and made a ratio for this). There is a 50:50 chance that Sylar's kids will have powers because their mother's family has no history of powers, plus having no powers is a Dominant trait. If one(or both) of the kids should develope powers what would you have the powers be?