petrelli heiress - my gosh, him using his powers like that drove me insane. How could he not see that he was turning into his father?

Enemies to Lovers – Part Eighteen

Suddenly, they both turned to look at one another in complete and utter shock. They both tumbled out of the bed the fastest way possible and stampeded toward the door, eager to be the first one out.

"Peter! Gabriel!" Marie shouted, grabbing onto a table to slow the slide caused by her socks.

"He's coming!" Molly shouted, trampling through the open doorway into Mohinder's room. "Matt! He's coming, wake up!"

Matt, who had fallen asleep in a chair next to Mohinder's bed jerked awake almost instantly, as though he had not even been sleeping.

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, jumping out of his chair and heading for the kitchen. "We've had more death threats on ourselves in the last several hours than I have my entire life. And I worked for the FBI," he informed Peter and Gabriel.

"Yeah, yeah, wake Suresh. Marie, get your brother," Gabriel ordered. "You all get out of here, Peter and I will hold him off."

"What exactly do you plan to do?" Matt asked as the girls ran to get ready to leave.

"I'm going to attempt to take his power," Peter said. Then he was thoughtful for a moment. "I'm going to use my power to borrow his power so I can take his power, if that made any sense."

"Not even a little bit," Matt said, shaking his head. "How close is he?"

Before anyone could answer, there was a knock at the door.

"Too close," Peter replied. As second later, Arthur Petrelli materialized just inside the door. He uses one hand to open the door, not taking his eyes off his sons. Four Pinehearst employees enter the loft and three more are visible in the hallway.

"Hello my sons, Matthew," he greeted.

"What do you want?" Peter asked.

"You know what I want. I want my geneticist back and I want my sons to join me back at home and I want to know how Peter got his powers back."

"No, no, and, let me think about that last one. Oh, nope," Peter said, responding to each of his father wishes.

"You can't stop me Peter. You always were the weak one."

Peter's lip twitched and he lunged at his father, planning to attack with everything he had.

But something was holding him back.

"Let me go Gabriel," he growled.

"I'm sorry Peter," he hissed. "Gabriel isn't home."

Now lets be honest, who wants to have me assassinated right now?