He felt as though he was failing. The sensation was a strange one. First it felt like a floating softly down, but then shifted to plumping, like something was pulling him down. Everything became so dark, and foggy. He did not quite understand what was going on. It wasn't like the many times he had passed out, no this was different; Far different. Was he Dying?
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Natahn pried his eyes open with an effort, glancing around. He found himself on a soft platform. He curled his fingers around a blanket which was placed over his body, feeling the fabric as he probbed around with only his eyes.
The room was his own, painted in a dark blue. It had a miniture american flag in the corner. There was also a cherry oak night stand next to his bed, as well as a cherry oak dresser on the opposite wall as himself. He slowly rose to a sitting up position, glancing out the window to see it was dark out.
The door creaked open just a inch or so then, followed by a knock.
"Peter?" Nathan asked too the door, surely it had to be him, he was the last person he was with. Put one and one together. There was no answer. Nathan sighed heavily and swung his feet over the edge, setting them on the floor. The wooden floor was cold on his feet, and sent the sensation upwards through his legs. The visitor knocked.
"Come in." He grunted pulling himself to his feet and looked towards the door.
It flew open then in a dramatic way, slamming it against the wall on the inner room. Nathan froze, as he saw a being standing there. It was in no way recognizable from a mere glance. The body was charred beyond recognition. It fell forward, and landed with a loud thud on the floor.
The elder Petrelli finally built up the nerve to edge over to the body, and crouch down. He tapped it slightly to make sure it was not hot enough to burn him. The temperature was warm, but Nathan could handle the mess. He steadily flipped the body over, looking for some sort of face or identifying part on the charred skeleton. His eyes meet the ones of the most likely deceased one.
Peter.
The eyes were unmistakable. Nathan felt his eyes burn with tears that were welling up, no longer caring about what happened to the body anymore. He grappled it into his arms and hugged it tightly, putting his chin into the curve between the skeletons' neck and shoulder.
"Can't be dead..." He mumbled quietly, tears now spilling freshly from. "You've come back before, You can do it again." Nathan begged cradling the charred corpse. "You can't leave me, Pete. I'm nothing without you." He mumbled.
His silent pleas were granted. He was silenced once he felt movement within his grasp. He pulled himself back to see Peters' skin regrowing, the charred essence leaving him. He was returning to his former, healthy and alive, state.
"Peter!" He cried, overjoyed at the fact that his brother regenerated. He noticed then Peter didn't share his sentiment. His grin faded unto a frown. His younger brother looked down right pissed at him.
"Peter?" He asked quietly. The younger Petrelli then pulled away from Nathans' grasp, glaring at him with pure rage. Without warning Nathan felt his throat closing on him. He began to choke, his eyes grew in shock as he stared at Peter, who had risen his hand and was using his telekenesis power. It was then Nathan realized, Peter wanted him dead.
"Why?" He managed to choke out, as the last seconds of air were being depleted. In horror, he watched as his younger brother morphed into that horribly disfigured version of himself, that he had recalled from his most recent nightmare.
"I want him." The man spoke. Nathans' eyes rolled into the back of his head before He could even asked who.
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"Nathan." That voice, he knew that voice.
"Nathan." It called him again. He was so tired. He felt like his body weighed ten tons.
"Please wake up, Honey." Who was that? He flipped through the faces he knew, and finally found one that matched the voice; Heidi.
"Heidi?" His voice sounded so weak, so distant, so gruff. He felt a hand on his cheek.
"Open you eyes, Nathan." She ordered him sweetly. Nathan gulped, then with strain was able to lift the weights and pry his eyes open an inch. That took far more effort then he wanted to give. But the need to see her face was overwhelming.
"I'm glad the doctors were proven wrong." She said, sounded like she was choking back a sob. Nathan stared at her weakly with confusion, half furrowing his eyebrows. Or at least as much as he could.
"They did not expect you to make it through the night with your injuries. I was so worried." She explained while caressing her face.
"What happened?" He asked quietly.
"I thought you'd tell me. The doctors just said you were brought in and exhibited the same injuries like someone who was just a little too close for comfort of a bomb." She stifled a sob, putting her head down on his chest, causing him to wince. He pulled his arm up to her back, and rubbed it gently.
"Its' okay. Shhh...It's alright, Heidi." He soothed through his drug hazed mind. He then felt a object pentrate the center of his chest, He glanced down to see Heidi was no longer there. Instead it was that same disfigured man as before. He had a knife much like the first nightmare. But instead of slitting his throat this time, it was a knife right to the heart.
"Where is he!" The disformed version of him shouted. Nathan only gasped, his glaze turning back to the knife. The blood was filling in the surrounding edges of the knife. Once the man removed the knife, He'd be a goner.
"Who." Nathan choked, feeling blood fill the back of his mouth. Blood was leaking into his punctured lungs.
"You know who!" The man shouted, causing Nathan to cringe, and twist the knife further.
"I Don't know" He whimpered quietly.
"Liar!" The man hissed with rage and pulled the knife out. Within seconds everything went dark.
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He opened his eyes to darkness, the only light in the area was on him. It was like a spot light. He looked around apprehensively. He realized he was in a wooden chair, and his limbs were tied to the chairs limbs.
"Tell me where he is." The same voice that had been taunting him began again.
"I don't know!" Nathan growled, pulling against the rope that bounded him.
"How much more can you take I wonder?" The voice growled, coming into the light.
"Maybe killing you over and over again, won't do it...What about killing the ones you hold dear?" The disformed version of himself said. Nathan spotted the rifle in his hands, and stared at it with widened eyes.
"You wouldn't." Nathan whispered incrediuously.
"Oh, Yes I would." Five lights appeared then infront of Nathan. Five chairs, and five people bound to those chairs. Each one Nathan had some sort of relationship with, a intense one at that. They were; Peter, Angela, Heidi, Monty, and Simon.
"Lets' start with the oldest." The man said, pulling the rifle up, pointing it at his mother -Angela- and firing quickly. Nathan strained against his bondage as his mother received a bullet to the head, and was instantly dead.
"NO!" Nathan screamed at the man, his anger emmitting from him. He was out of breathe, but that did not stop him from wiggling his way free but failing miserably.
"Tell me what I want to know!" The man growled back, sporting an scowl.
"I can't tell you what I don't know!" Nathan cried, as he felt blood run down the palms of his hands from rubbing so hard against the robes. The twinge of physical pain wasn't enough to cover the emotional.
The man moved the rifle to Heidi and waited to make sure Nathan was watching.
"Don't please, I beg you!" Nathan cried, but it was too little too late. During the middle of his plead the rifle trigger was pulled; Heidi was dead. Two down three to go, Nathan was sobbing by then.
"Please...no more." He whimpered. The man said nothing, only pulled the trigger again. Just like that, his brother was now amung the deceased.
A hidden strength was found then, the struggle rekindled. Nathan yanked and pulled against the ropes, and against all odds managed to pull his arms away from the ropes. As the man took aim at his eldest son, Nathan pulled forward, taking the chair with him. He lunged himself between the rifle barrel and his son. The trigger was pulled as he reached there. He felt the bullet rip through his abobmen through his spinal cord and out the back side. He fell, and everything went black.
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"Stop doing this to me!" He shouted to the debts of his mind.
"Not til I get what I want." The voice said.
"I don't have what you want! Just kill me now, you're going to do it anyways!" Nathan growled, feeling his body once again. He felt it cave to his knees as he looked around in the darkness.
"I'm not stopping til I get what I want. Then I will kill you." The voice taunted. Nathan then had a resolution, that would cause pain, but would hopefully ultimately end the nightmares. He put his hands to his eyes and dug his nails into them, attempting to rip his eyes out.
"You think that will stop the nightmares?" The man said as Nathan cried out in his own self inflicted agony. He didn't answer.
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He opened his eyes, tiredly. The room was poorly lighted as he slowly moved his eyes around. Was this a nightmare ore reality. He couldn't tell. Two blankets lay over his body and he felt an IV running into his right hand. It was not long tell he found the presense of another. He went to move his hands, but realized they had been tied together and to the table leg nearest him with a blanket. Restrained again.
"Why are my hands tied?" He whispered quietly to the unknown stranger.
"You tried to rip your eyes out in your sleep." The voice said with overwhelming concern. He knew that voice.
"Peter?" He asked, continuing with the soft quiet voice. His throat was sore, and he was thirsty as well.
"Yes, here's some water." Nathan felt a straw hit his chin. He tilted his head down to bite it and sip the liquid up through the glass. It was still too dark to define the features of his younger brothers' face.