Enemies to Lovers - Part 22
Matt and Peter unfroze the instant Arthur was down and began fighting once more, now joined by Gabriel.
"A flower pot? Seriously?" Peter asked, throwing fire at the nearest opponent.
"It was the closest thing," he shrugged, electrocuting someone.
"You couldn't have just done that? That would have been interesting to see," Matt said.
"Dude, just give up," Peter said to the spiked man. "You're spiky things don't really bother me."
"Just knock him out or something," Gabriel suggested.
"I can't, he's immune to everything I've tried."
"What about whatever you did to Mohinder?"
"I'm pretty sure I have to touch his bare skin for that," he whined. Then he sighed and shoved his hand into the man's forehead, pressing his palm through about a dozen spikes before reaching skin.
"Ouch," Matt winced when the man fell to the ground and Peter pulled his hand away. It was riddled with holes, but they were disappearing rapidly.
The rest were taken down relatively quickly after that. Matt had even managed to convince two of them that they desperately wanted to take a nap.
"Is anyone else getting really sick of everyone attacking us?" Peter asked, sitting down at the kitchen counter and reaching for the phone.
"You know they're mostly attacking us because of you, right?" Gabriel said as Peter tiredly punched buttons on the phone.
Peter ignored the statement, although realized that it was, for the most part, completely true. "Hello," he said when a woman answered the phone on the other end. "Can I speak to Angela Petrelli or Noah Bennett?"
"Just a moment sir," the woman replied.
"Hello?" another voice said a moment later.
"Hi Mom. Just thought I'd let you know, we've got," he glanced over at the bodies lying in the foyer. "Eight persons of interest. You may want to send someone to dispose of them."
"Your father?"
"Yeah. And a bunch of his friends."
"Where are you?"
"Sky Castle. Apartment 12."
"There will be a team there in twenty minutes."
"Thanks," Peter said, hanging up the phone.
"Maybe now we can get some peace and quiet around here," Matt said, going to retrieve the children.
"Don't jinx it," Peter said, laying his head down on the counter.
"I'm starting to think you get more sleep on that counter than you do in a real bed," Matt said.
"I'll go to a real bed. As soon as the Company guys come to pick up these idiots."
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