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Chapter VII: The Tide is Turning
After the speech, he had taken Claire and Sylar out to celebrate at some burger joint outside of town. Peter had gotten out of there before Richard or Nathan had given their speeches, mainly due to the fact Richard had given him the creepiest look ever and for that alone he risked not seeing the rest of his brother's speech. But no need to fear, the place had a TV that was broadcasting the event. When the waitress put two and two together, she was astonished to see Peter, the man who was on TV, she swears, "two seconds ago." Peter smiled politely and ordered a hotdog and some fries. Claire ordered a cheeseburger and Sylar, who surprisingly had never been to a burger joint when he lived in Queens, asked if they had any venison, which made her very confused. After a few minutes of arguing, Peter informed the waitress that all he wanted was a coke. Sylar smiled very perplexed-like. For a guy who could figure everything out, he had no clue what as going on.
Once the food was dished out, they tuned to hear the speeches. It was Nathan's turn and he was smiling that white, crisp, pseudo-smile of his.
"This state needs a leader, someone strong with integrity, someone who knows what the people want and knows how to represent them in the senate. I'm convinced by that last speech, that the man for that is me. What my brother, Peter, has highlighted are vague accusations of the future, things I'm sure he doesn't know too much about. He's always been the dreamer of the family, I've been the realist. We all know about his mental health, trying to jump off a building and kill himself. And promise, I won't die one you.
"Now I know from experience what it is like to serve this great nation, not on the battle field, but in the actual nation, what it is like to grow to love the people, not to grow to hate the war. This wonderful state of New York needs someone to fight and defend, not to give false promises of hope that will turn to dust when he is elected. The time for change is now!" With that last line he walked away from the podium and back to his place next to Lorenzo, a prestigious smile beaming from his lips.
It was dead silence at the table as Claire and Sylar waited to see Peter's reaction of just having his name slandered by his own brother in front of the whole United States.
His jaw hung down, and the straw in his hand he was about to pluck out of the wrapper and into the top of his drink dropped out of his grasp and slumped to the ground.
"Peter…" Claire and Sylar both whispered sympathetically in unison. He stood up from the table and walked out the door without saying another word.
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Peter was brushing his teeth when a harsh rasp on the door rattled his tiny apartment.
"Peter!"
He kept brushing his teeth, this time a little harder as he bore down on the toothbrush, using it as a stress-reliever.
"Peter!"
This time his teeth began to gnash along with the toothbrush as he spitefully spit out the white foamy liquid once its job was done. Claire watched the door from the other room, trying to burn the person on the other side of it with her mind. At that moment she wished she had Ted Sprague's power instead of Adam Monroe's.
"Pet–" there was a sort of clattering noise and his voice was gone. The door's lock shifted and Sylar walked inside, carrying a light pink box with a DD insignia doused in a darker pink and orange. He nonchalantly skidded the box onto the table,
"I brought donuts." he smiled, the end of his sentence whisking off like a question.
"Thanks!" Claire and Peter both beamed radiantly. A little too radiantly, thought Sylar, for just a box of donuts.
"They're just donuts…"
"Not that," Claire laughed, but Peter finished her sentence, "That." he pointed to Nathan who was unconscious on the floor outside the door.
"Oh, no problem." he claimed, opening the box on the table, "As long as I get one."
"Sure," they both shrugged. He took a chocolate-drenched donut from the top row and took a bite. Using his telekinesis, he gave one to Peter. He grabbed it out of the air and laughed,
"For some reason, when you do that, it reminds me of Veggietales." He offered one to Claire, again using his mind-control to summon it.
"You're right!" she giggled, "Because they have invisible hands for some reason."
"I think it's because they're vegetables and it would be very limiting if they couldn't use their hands."
"True." she agreed, licking the chocolate frosting off her fingers before it dripped off.
"Now…" Peter began, stepping over to the threshold, smiling friskily at Nathan, "What do we do with him?"
Sylar curved his lips mischievously and came up on Peter's right,
"Revenge?"
"It's not justly to get revenge." Claire explained, but in her voice was sarcasm. She secretly hated Nathan since the day she heard his voice for the first time, outside Meredith's apartment, that time she threw a rock at his car. Claire smirked to herself, I might throw another one today.
But Sylar did take her words seriously, and his face had enveloped an expression that came from the other side of him; the side that feels timid and slightly innocent. When that thought sparred in her mind, she spit it right back out. Sylar wasn't innocent. He was anything but. However, he was trying so hard to win her trust, sometimes it seemed like the old Sylar was gone and that he was indeed another person. But that was only sometimes.
"I'm not going to go crazy, I promise, but something needs to be done. Peter has to be vindicated."
"And I know the perfect way to do it…" she spun around to face Sylar, eye-to-eye, as she began to explain her ingenious plan.
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All Nathan could recollect about his morning was that he was knocking on Peter's door one minute, having a vivid dream of Claire slapping him back into unconsciousness many times, and the next he was here. Wherever here was.
He spent some time looking up at the oddly tiled ceiling, racking his brain trying to remember. When he got up from wherever he was, there was tremendous shock. He was in the president's office. Along with a bottle of vodka, a draw-on mustache, no pants, an "I hate New York" t-shirt, and flashing camera lights of the press taking pictures.
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Mohinder was making breakfast for Molly in his small apartment when the news report came on. The bowl in his hand clattered to the floor. Molly heard the noise and rushed in. She thought he was having a heart attack or something, lying there on the ground. When she turned him over, he was laughing uncontrollably.
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Matt and Matt Jr. were in the living room, the baby toddling around as best as he could, but after realizing how hard it was to try to walk, he resorted to crawling around again. Matt didn't care if he was ready or not, he just loved the smile on his boy's face when he curled into a ball and rolled around. He knocked into the TV and his ability caused it to turn on. And what do ya know, it's everybody's favorite senator.
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Mr. Bennet was dog-sitting Mr. Muggles for Sandra, who, after some paperwork, he was married to again. Mr. Bennet was not one to laugh very often, his laugh was always casual and polite, never out of place. And even when he was home alone, with Claire in New York, Sandra at some dog expo, and Lyle at soccer camp, and only a barking dog to keep him company in the privacy of his own home, he still couldn't bring himself to burst out laughing at Nathan's (as the press called it) "wild night." But his lips curled up and his chest thumped up and down every time he pressed the rewind button on the remote.
AN:
Shortest chapter, complete filler, but it had to be because the next one is so INTENSE. Trust me, I know. It'll be up by Tuesday, probably, but I make no promises. Momocon tomorrow, I'm so EXCITED! My first con! Yetah! Anyways, has anyone ever noticed that HRG never does laugh. I mean, yeah, he laughs as in heh, heh, but he doesn't laugh like HAHAHAA! I can't control myself kind of laughter. But then again, since Heroes isn't the happiest show ever, most of the characters don't do that.
