Enemies to Lovers Chapter Two
Peter knows he should be running. He should be running as far away from here as he can. He knows that Gabriel is fighting for him, for them, and if Peter is recaptured, it will all have been for nothing.
But he is sick of running.
He wants to go back. He'd rather go down fighting, even without his power, that run away, leaving his brother behind.
"Peter Petrelli?" a voice asked as he slid to the ground against the alley wall. He was several blocks away from the battlefield and refused to go any further.
"What?" he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was halfway to his feet when he saw the figure speaking to him.
"You're Peter Petrelli, right?" She was just a girl, maybe ten, with long brown hair and a dirt covered face. There was a bundle of blankets in her arms and Peter could swear he saw it moving. He allowed himself to slide back to the ground, closing his eyes. He knew he shouldn't let his guard down, even for a little girl, but he was tired.
"How do you know me?"
She smiled up at him.
"Of course I know you. You were one of the best. My favorite."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, beyond confused.
"I know what you are. What you were. And I can help you."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked growing worried.
She merely smiled at him as she approached. When she was close enough to touch him, she reached a hand out from under the bundle in her arms, carefully balancing it in her other, and touched his face lightly.
"Help him," she said, removing her hand not a moment later. "He needs you."