Inheritance
Mr. Petrelli
The two sat in a cab, neither speaking. One had an unkempt appearance, from what could be months without shaving or a haircut. The other looked as dignified as he could, considering he was hiding from his powerful politician brother. They would have been quite an odd sight, except for one slight problem; both were invisible.
Peter Petrelli, the man in the back seat, spoke up as Claude, his new mentor, drove through the New York streets. "Won't people find it sort of weird that a cab without a driver is going through New York?"
The British man laughed. "New Yorkers don't notice anything out of the ordinary, because nothing here is ordinary to begin with. Your little explosion problem comes from that, remember? That's why we're driving around to begin with." Looking around, he suddenly turned into a parking space on the side of the road. "And now we'll try to teach you how to control yourself."
Curiosity tugged at Peter. "Have you ever met someone like me? Someone who could use other people's powers?"
Claude continued walking, but turned his head slightly to speak. "I've met very few people who could see me, but not all of them were empaths like you. Only one guy and I didn't help him much. That's why I didn't really want to help you."
"Didn't help him much?" asked Peter. "What happened to him?"
"He didn't explode, if that's what you're wondering. He went ahead and killed himself. Saved everyone a lot of trouble, but he was a good man." As an afterthought, he added "You sort of remind me of him."
"When did he kill himself?"
The question took Claude by surprise. "Would have been about April, I suppose. Why?"
Peter stopped walking, his mind trying to digest the information. About six months ago, during April, his father had committed suicide. 'It couldn't be,' he thought, but still he asked "Did he tell you what kind of powers he was absorbing?"
The Brit thought back, and remembered a few of them. "Well, he could sometimes become invisible, if that helps at all. He also mentioned that he could see things that other people could see, and something about things disappearing without anyone moving them."
'No flying? Then it couldn't have been Dad,' thought Peter. Besides, he didn't know anyone who could fit the description he had just received except for Claude himself. After all, any empath could become invisible near Claude, and only they would be able to see him. Plus, an invisible man could take anything he wanted, so long as no one who could see him was nearby, and the odds of that were incredibly low.
Four blocks away, a woman appeared in her apartment on the top floor of a large building. She had to get away from her children and grandchildren sometimes, and so she had used her dead husband's money to find a place to escape to. Behind her, a small hole vanished. Until recently, she had lost her power to open holes in reality. But it was back, and Angela Petrelli was thankful.
AN: She can take whatever she wants by opening a hole from one place to another. That would make her good at shoplifting, and make her able to move things without anyone noticing… But if Mr. Petrelli was truly an empath, who could see things others see?