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Chapter X: Like a Sponge
The plethora of blood coursed out into the street and drained into the levis, causing a sickening splash. His horn-rimmed glasses were smashed and tiny fragments of glass splintered the ground. Other than those palpable observations, everything was mashed and unidentifiable, it was enigmatic which organs were which, but once he put his hand down on a bone that was sticking to the side, it began to flow together and all of the pieces became one whole.
"What happened?" Peter inquired, once Humpty Dumpty became Noah Bennet again.
"Jackie, she–" all of a sudden he was shoved to the side with another large piece of hail. Behind him was a thalamic woman with long brown hair and dark eyes with thick lashes, her hand was thrown in the air as if balancing something,
"Hey, Peter, did ya miss me?"
"Who are you?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me." There was a pause and she rubbed her chin considerably, while still holding one hand in the air, "Or maybe you're playing Haitian. Oh, well, either way I'd look up, hot shot."
He did look up, only to find another piece of hail, looming in the air above him.
"Thanks." he smiled, taking the large mass off her hands, "It's been awhile since I've absorbed any new powers." He threw it back to her, but she just swung it around, channeling it into a figure eight, but of course he countered the same thing.
"Now, Peter, let's be laconic about this. If you have been Haitain'd, then you obviously have no idea what I want. I want you to throw the election and let Richard win."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you can only bring Bennet back so many times."
"Why do you want Richard to win?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.
"To do what so many of us want. Stop running. Primatech has made me and my husband flee countless times. If he becomes senator, they can't just lock him up again, people will become dubious."
"But the company's been shut down."
"Is that what they told you? I thought you had more common sense than to trust your mother." At this point he was close enough to her to slap her. But he refrained and replied calmly,
"I'm not blowing this race for you. And if you try to harm Mr. Bennet again, you're dead."
"Hmm…I'd like to see you try." Using Edgar and Claude's power together he got behind her, no problem. With Ted's he burnt her wrist. She hurled a block of hail at him, but using Sylar's telekinesis he set it down gently. Using Hiro's power, he froze time and teleported to his mother's house.
"Who is this?" he questioned Angela, using Mohinder's strength to keep her in place.
"You caught me at a very bad time, Dear, I'm cooking dinner for the neighbors."
"What neighbors?" using Matt's mind-trick, he got inside her head and commanded, "Don't lie to me."
"That's Jackie Lorenzo." she blurted out before she could stop herself, "Her and her husband are both level-5 special escapees." Then, with her own free will, she warned, "I'd be careful, Peter, they aren't your average specials."
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Nathan stood on the balcony that led off from the master bedroom which he would now be sleeping in alone with Heidi filing for divorce. His chance to reconcile with his brother had gone rather awkwardly, and he was truly afraid that his relationship with Peter would forever remain severed. The cool, billowing breeze was tight on his face as he looked up to the stars that scattered across the night's thin air.
For so long, Nathan always thought he was the one Peter couldn't live without, not the one that couldn't live without Peter. But now? Now it just felt like he was missing one of his atriums and a black, empty hole had filled its place.
He turned back to look at the inside of his mansion one last time, then hesitantly flew off into the night sky.
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Richard sat on a stool in the waiting room. Pessimistically, he recounted that the reason she was being filed away into the morgue were his own actions. He had brought this upon her and it had been too much.
He remembered the fight all too graphically. He had walked in when Angela and Peter were facing her. She tried her best to cover his attacks, but he had already absorbed her power of weather and sent her flying with a minute tornado, not even giving a second thought to the woman he injured or the nattily ornamented ceiling that was torn when she was tossed out of it. All three of the witnesses had ran outside to where she lay.
She was a strong woman and wouldn't go down that easily. The special brandished a lightning storm with a flick of her wrist and dispersed it toward the young Petrelli. He was taken aback, both in surprise and in physical blockage. He turned invisible and used super-speed to ease behind her. With a flick of his wrist, her heart stopped beating.
She was pronounced dead upon reaching the hospital. Due to Mrs. Petrelli's cunning ability of her wealthy financial status, her intimidating and cunning personality, and the threats of destroying whole careers, the C.O.D. was left blank. She was now just a nameless face being stored in a sterilized, metallic drawer until a paid droid would bury her somewhere no one would find her. Maybe even Coyote Sands, of all the ironic places. And of course, there was no doubt he would follow suit when they catch him.
If they catch him.
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Peter came home that night purely exhausted and he did not expect to see Claire awake, sitting on the floor, eagerly staring at the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked, slightly annoyed, but, underneath the scowl, quite happy to see the blonde. Maybe she could lighten his day. Or his night, whichever came first.
"You know what tomorrow is, right?"
"Oh, crap, did I miss a birthday?"
"No…" she giggled a smile plastered onto her face sideways.
"Then what?"
"Tomorrow," she announced proudly, getting up from the floor, "is the day you become senator."
"Tomorrow's election day?"
[Peter Griffin: He said it! He said it!]
"Mhmm!" she nodded, but then noticed his distraught face.
"Is something…wrong?"
"No, it – it's nothing." he wiped a few beads of sweat of his forehead and began to put back on the jacket that rested on his elbow.
"You're going out?" she looked confused, "Again?"
"I'm going to visit a friend." he answered, putting one hand on the doorknob.
"Where?"
"Hospital." And with that, he sped off.
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The curtain was pulled back, revealing the little frail girl whose eyelids were covering her cerulean orbs and whose inaudible snores made the most adorable sound. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. In three days they would be releasing her from the hospital and tossing her away to another orphanage on the other side of town. He stroked her light brown hair away from her face and smiled at the pleasant expression that grazed her features.
"Tomorrow's the big day. Yours is in three. I could win, but, I doubt it, ya know, one of those "low self-esteem" things," he air-quoted, "or at least that's what they like to call it. Whatever it is, it sure feels good. For whatever reason, I find it suiting. It means that whatever happens tomorrow, I'll be okay. If I win, that's wonderful. If I don't, it's not the end of the world. Besides, I'm already well prepared for that scenario. But you, there's not doubt in my mind that orphanage will want you. Too bad for them, you'll never spend a day there. I'll make sure of it." he kissed her forehead, then walked out the curtain, legal papers in hand and ready for the receptionist.
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"And I believe that through hard work and determination…" Richard was ranting on with his speech, and Peter knew he was supposed to be paying attention, but Nathan wasn't there yet. It wasn't like him to play White Rabbit in these kinds of situations. First of all, he was a devoted senator. Second of all, he always (always) woke up at 6:00. Every day. Third of all, he could fly. Three good reasons he shouldn't have been late, yet there was no first-born Petrelli standing at the far right podium. After the initial panic and worry, Peter let his eyes and his mind wander to the throng in front of him. He could see Molly standing close to Claire and Sylar, like he had told her to do. She was practically clinging onto Claire's skirt for dear life. But what was Claire clinging onto? He looked closer and swore his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. (Super-vision really wasn't a power he had empathized.) Was that…Claire's hand intertwined with –
"And that is why you should vote Lorenzo. Just think of the possibil–"
It was without warning, in a flash, and instant, faster than anyone could calculate what had just happened, there was a second ring, and a third, and a fourth. The 22 caliber had aimed its bullets with effortless accuracy, but the three wholes in Mr. Lorenzo's chest meant that one eclectic bullet must have strayed. Of course the man was dead, but the one in Peter was healing. Rapidly, he had to assume, due to the adrenaline rushing through him. He had to get out of sight before his skin regurgitated it out of his shoulder. Ducking behind the podium, he made sure the wound was clean before taking off his blood-stained jacket to conceal the fact he was ever hit with the ricochet. Standing up, he put his hands over his head as the guards rushed up and examined the dead clone. Peter watched, out of the corner of his eye, as the man soon disintegrated to dust, leaving thousands stunned. The dust moved, sweeping itself behind the fence that lined the stage, no doubt reforming on the other side.
Nope, Richard Lorenzo sure was not your average special.
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Angela sat calmly in the limo as the TV showed Nathan finally arrive at the scene, only to be taken away by policemen for the murder Richard Lorenzo. As it turns out, Peter had one the election. He was off celebrating with Molly, Claire, and Gabriel. He had asked her if she wanted to join them, but she had some "unfinished business" to attend to. So as Sylar and Claire held hands under the table and laughed with Peter and Molly, as she licked her chocolate-dipped ice cream cone, he new, foster grandmother was sitting alone in a leather-interior limo. A 22 caliber in her hand. But the bullets? They weren't real bullets. They were tracking devices. And she was hot on the tail of the dust that really was Richard Lorenzo's true form, after everything he'd been through under Primatech's care.
A crooked smile crept up her face. She hadn't been man-hunting in so long. She needed that taste of blood on her tongue.
El Fin
AN:
DUN. DUN! Yeah, I had this whole back story for the Lorenzos, but I just couldn't fit it into this series. Might make a sequel to explain, but the chances of that are pretty slim. I know this is THREE weeks late, but I started writing a Young Justice fanfic that got 6 reviews on the first day, 8 on the second, and 10 on the third, and it's still growing! I feel so loved! Yeah, whoever said diamonds are a girl's best friend never saw a girl when she got a review. Crazy stuff! Anyways, this could be my last fanfic for Heroes (considering I'm lame and don't have any ideas, if you have any and you're not exactly a great writer - no one is saying you're talentless - then PM me it and I'll probably end up writing it). Also, I know I said that I'd be taking votes for Peter and Nathan, but I hate Nathan, so I didn't consult with you guys, though I'm pretty sure there are no die-hard Nathan fans that I ticked off. And there's a fan-made Heroes movie currently in production and I will be voicing some characters. We're going to need all the help we can get! It's called Brave New World, if you're an animator or have any special talents to bring to the table (we still need a male voice-actor) then contact me at Actress2B_Soccer_ Llama (real professional name, right? Shut up, I made it when I was six.)
And now, I say, adu!