i thought i'd have a go at writing! (please excuse my first two chapters, i was still adjusting my writing style)



Chapter 1...

Present Peter and Future Peter can be seen teleporting into a dark alleyway close by to what used to be Future Peter’s apartment in Manhattan New York. The sky is a dark gray colour, and the sound of gunshots can be heard in the distance. The streets are almost deserted, only a few people can be seen running while looking over their shoulders. P!Peter ducks to the ground as he is not used to this environment and is startled, F!Peter however, looks around the alleyway suspiciously, making sure no one has seen them. P!Peter gets to his feet and follows F!Peter further into the alleyway while engaging in conversation.

P!Peter: “What the hell happened here?”
F!Peter looks over his shoulder: “I don’t even know where to start.”

There is an awkward silence as F!Peter elaborates.
“This is the future, and I’ve brought you here so you can stop it from happening. There are two main companies in this time. Primeatec and Pinehearst.”
P!Peter: “Primeatec, I know them, they keep all these abilities a secret and lock up the dangerous people.”
F!Peter: “Yeah, well, not anymore. Now, They’ve gone to extreme measures to eliminate abilities, they know that anyone is capable of doing terrible things. Have you heard of Pinehearst yet?”
P!Peter: “No.”
F!Peter: “You will. They’re the ones who caused all of this. Giving people abilities with an injection. Once the formula was made available to the general public, people went mad with greed. War started between the two companies. They recruit people with abilities. They’re both very dangerous.”
P!Peter: “So who do you work for?”
F!Peter: “I don’t work for anyone. I stop dangerous people here and there when I get the chance, while trying to find who is to blame and make everything normal again… and there’s one more thing, one more person you should avoid.”
P!Peter: “Who?”
F!Peter stopped walking and looked at his past self straight in the eyes. P!Peter could see the fear in his face.
F!Peter: “You know her. Her name is-”
BANG! BANG! Bullets hit F!Peter in the back and he falls to the ground. Shocked. P!Peter looks at his future self and notices the bullets contain some sort of sleeping drug, stopping F!Peter from healing. P!Peter then looks up and sees the attacker.
P!Peter: “Claire?”
Claire can be seen holding a gun. At first she is taken aback to see P!Peter, then a looks of rage appears over her face. As she fires another bullet towards P!Peter, he quickly teleports away to safety.

Claire, now with brunette hair, wearing tight black leather clothes, walks fearlessly across the street to what seems to be an abandoned house. The camera zooms in close to her as she looks over her shoulder and opens the front door. She walks down a dark hallway and down some stairs leading to the basement. Using a key she unlocks the padlock and enters the room, stopping halfway. Though the darkness of the basement, the camera moves forwards and we see a feeble Molly Walker chained to a chair. She gasps and looks terrified to see Claire.

“I need you to do something for me Molly.” Says Claire emotionlessly.
Molly moves backwards as far as she can. Claire seems to have total control over her.
Claire: “Find Peter Petrelli.”
Molly: “N…no. I cant. He’s the only one… who can stop you.”
Claire stares at her, again emotionlessly.
“Would you rather I hand you over to Primeatec?”
Molly gasps a little: “Pl... Please… no…”
Claire: “Where is he.”
Molly, barely able to concentrate, closes her eyes and uses her ability.
Molly: “New York… Isaac Mendez’s loft.”
Claire takes a small plastic bag containing a few slices of bread out from her jacket and tosses it towards Molly. She then leaves, locking the door behind her.

Peter appears in Isaac Mendez’s loft, now abandoned. This was the first place he could think of, anywhere to get away from what had just happened. ‘What the hell was Claire doing?’ He thought to himself. He needed some more answers. Who was leading Pinehearst and how to take them down.

Peter: “Mohinder?”

No response. It was dark and dead silent in there. The place really was abandoned, although there were still a lot of items lying around. Mohinder could already be dead, or working for Primeatec or Pinehearst. Peter thought he could look around to see what he could find. There, lying on a desk was a Pinehearst business card. Peter was deep in thought, thinking about what had happened, when a voice startled him.

“I know you’re here, Peter.”

Peter jumped, accidentally knocking over a pile of unopened cans of paint. The noise had given his location away. Peter moved slowly and quietly away from the paint, now spread across the floor, towards the back of the loft.

“You can’t hide, Peter. I’ll always be able to find you.”

Peter crept silently down an aisle, crouching behind some cardboard boxes. In the background we can see a dark figure with her hair in a ponytail scanning the aisles. Peter peers out from behind the cardboard boxes and spots Claire. Claire, also spotting Peter, raises her gun and slowly walks towards Peter.

Peter: “Claire… what happened to you… why are you doing this?”
Claire: “You have no idea what happened in these past four years… do you.”

Peter stood from behind the cardboard boxes with both hands in the air.
Claire: “All the fighting… and death.”
Peter: “Claire, please. I don’t know what happened to you but I can help.”
Claire: “You never helped me Peter, never... You’re always too d*** busy with your own problems.”
Peter: “Who do you work for? Primeatec? Pinehearst?”
Claire: “I don’t work for anyone... I’m just trying to get everything back to normal again. Everyone with an ability… has to die.”

Peter lowed his hands and slowly backed away as Claire had reached him and was standing at about arms length in front of him.
Peter: “Claire, if you’re killing everyone with abilities, that means that you have to die too.”
Claire: “DON’T YOU THINK I”VE TRIED!” Screamed Claire at Peter, taking another step towards him, shaking her gun at him. There is an awkward silence between the two.
Peter: “Claire… I…”
Claire: “NO! Don’t say anything! Just shut up!”

Claire’s face remained expressionless as a single tear fell down her face.
“I cant die… and while I’m still alive, I’ll make sure that everyone else does. And now... it’s your turn… Goodbye Peter. I always loved you.”

Claire fired her gun, but before the bullet could reach him Peter teleports to safety, back to his own time.

to be continued...

Awesome Great Job

Chapter 2...

The scene opens to Claire Bennet, sitting on a chair at the end of a dining table in her abandoned home in New York. The room is dimly lit by what little sunlight is coming through the windows, most of which are boarded up with planks of wood. Claire is holding a handgun, not particularly aimed at anything, and she stares blankly straight in front of her. The camera slowly pans to the opposite side of the dining table, and there, tied to another chair, is future Peter. After returning from Isaac’s loft, Claire dragged Peter from the alleyway, where she had shot him, back to her residence. She couldn’t kill him, despite how much she wanted to, not only because he would heal but because he might know information which could be useful to her later. The drugs were still in effect, and Peter is barely conscious, only just able to talk. From a distance, Molly Walker’s cry’s can be heard coming up from the basement.

Peter slowly raised his head to look at Claire.
“How long've you kept her down there?”
Claire: “Few months.” She continued to stare at Peter.
Peter: “And you feed her?”
Claire smiled a little, she looked pretty pleased with herself.
“Enough to survive.”

Peter knew that as long as Claire had him she wouldn’t worry about feeding him, on account of the regeneration. Neither of them had eaten anything in months. They could still feel hunger, but starvation couldn’t cause any damage to their bodies at all.

Claire handled the gun and loaded a round of bullets into it. She then opened her jacket and counted the grenades she had strapped around her waist. Peter noticed what she was doing and looked at her, confused.

Peter: “What are you gunna do with them?”
Claire: “Pinehurst, where the abilities are coming from. I’m taking them down today.”
Peter: “Claire... killing innocent people... it’s not the way.”
Claire quickly looked up, offended.
“You’ll be thanking me one day Peter... We’re not innocent. We’re all just a bunch of freaks. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

Claire stood and got some pills from one of the draws in the kitchen. She then forced them into Peter’s mouth. Peter didn’t fight back, he knew that would just make her angry. Peter felt the effects of the drugs straight away.

Peter: “Claire... you have to stop. You can’t go... please...”
Claire: “And why would I listen to you? I trusted you Peter... I called you so many times after...”
There was a brief pause.
“After they died.”
Peter: “Claire... I know... I wasn’t there... I should have been...”
Peter was beginning to feel very sleepy and dizzy.
Claire: “Guess you were just too busy to care.”

Claire then headed for the front door, but before she reached it, she turned around to look at Peter once again.

Claire: “Oh, and don’t worry... I’ll be back before the drugs wear off.”

Claire then turned and left the house, locking the door behind her.

to be continued....

EW Claire is creepy lol Very good great job

i need some feedback!
is it too dark? should i lay off claire a bit? less/more dialog?

no it's not,nope go ahead it's all good ,and yes a little more wouldn't be bad

You shud be replacing the writers! Or be added to them! This is amazing! Suspenseful and kept me hanging on my seat! I love the cliffhanger!!!! =D

Agreed

What they said.Its all good.

oh that would be nice! i'd have them doing all of sorts of crazy things. thanks for all readers and compliments

Chapter 3...

Night.

Something that was once feared by Claire had become the perfect time to go about her usual business.

But not tonight.

Tonight she was driving her stolen car towards Pinehurst. Eliminating those with abilities one by one wasn’t enough anymore. It was time she put herself in the middle and made a real difference, and taking out Pinehurst was the only way she could in this nightmare world that had become reality.

This world... where death had become a daily experience.
Hunt or be hunted.
Kill or be killed.
Adapt to it or be swallowed up by it, and Claire had adapted, alone.

It was raining heavily. Droplets of water covered the windscreen, and even though Claire had her lights on full beam it was almost impossible to see the road. Driving was one of the few things that Claire got any enjoyment out of anymore. It made her feel empowered. In control. She wasn’t running anymore, not from the company, or from Sylar. She was chasing.

Claire was fixated on the road ahead, but she noticed something strange off in the distance, a small dot hovering just above the road. It must have been moving at about the same speed she was because it wasn’t getting any closer. Curious, Claire turned off her lights sped the forwards.

3rd into 4th.

It was definitely moving, and as Claire got closer she realized, it was a person.

“Flight” she muttered.

God, how she hated flight. It was one of the few ways which anyone had managed to escape from her. She had learned though, how to wear them down until eventually they had no energy left, and then she attacked. Like a cat attacking a bird.

Claire gritted her teeth as angry overcame her. This freak was in her way, and they thought they could escape.

They were wrong.

Claire hit the accelerator.

4th in 5th.

Over the heavy rain, the flying person hadn’t heard her car approaching. In a matter of seconds, Claire had reached the person’s feet, and at that moment, Claire grinned and flashed her lights on full beam while sounding her horn.
The flying person spun around in sheer terror, like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. She had become the hunter, and this was her prey. Claire’s foot hit the floor, and didn’t even brace for impact.

CRASH!

The flying person hit the windscreen and fell somewhere to the side of the car. Glass shattered and flew in all directions, hitting Claire in the face. She had lost the vision in one of her eyes.

She didn't care.

Claire hit the brakes, hard, and her head smashed through what was left of the windscreen.

The car stopped, and immediately Claire pulled the top half of her body back into the car. She opened the driver’s door and brushed small pieces of broken glass off her face, while pulling a larger piece from her eye socket. She noticed her arm was broken. She quickly snapped it back into place while getting out of the car, trying to find the body of the person she had just hit through the rain.

He was easy enough to find in the cars taillights, he landed on the side of the road a short distance behind the car. Blood was everywhere. Claire approached the body and kicked it over onto his back to take a look at his face.

It was West.

Claire felt a drop in the pit of her stomach as the memories of their past relationship came flooding back. Their date to the beach. The Hollywood sign. The awkward and unnecessary way it had ended.

West’s eyes partly opened. “Claire... is that... what are you....” He gasped for breath.

Claire hesitated. She could easily heal him with her blood.

No. He’s one of us. He has to die.

Claire raised her gun and aimed at his head.

“Claire... please...”

BANG!

Claire put her gun away and got back into driver’s seat of her car. She was covered in blood, her hair was a mess, and she had no regrets over what she just did. She brushed what was left of the windscreen away, not caring that rain water was pouring into the car, and continued on her way to Pinehurst.

To be continued...

ive established claire's character now, so expect to see some different characters involved. but the main focus will still be on peter and claire

that was awesome! Claire is so cold now! Perfect job =D!!!!

Very good Awesome job

d***, Claire is an evil beeatch!

Great stuff.

Chapter 4...

Claire was parked about a half a block from Pinehurst. She had been watching the building for about 10 minutes now, planning the best way to get inside. Pinehurst was the only building left standing in the outskirts of New York, other than that all that remained were a few small abandoned buildings and rubble. Usually, about once a month, small groups of soldiers from Primeatec would teleport outside of the building all at once and attack, and therefore, the building was heavily guarded inside and out. No one knew much about what went on inside Pinehurst, only that the President, Nathan Petrelli, was somehow involved and they were responsible for releasing the formula.

That d*** formula, thought Claire to herself. For something so small it had caused so much chaos. If Claire could destroy it, there was a chance that everything would go back to normal. It wouldn’t bring her family back, but at least this war would be over.

Claire had waited long enough, she was wasting time. If she didn’t get back to Peter before the drugs wore off he could escape. Claire put the car into gear and turned on the engine, she was going straight through the front door, no looking back. Claire’s foot hit the accelerator, and the car sped over the footpath and towards the building. The small group of guards outside had spotted her car speeding towards them. Some raised their guns and shot at her immediately, others ran towards her with one hand held up, ready to use an ability of some sort. Claire’s eyes flashed with excitement as she swerved the car and ran them over one by one before they could do anything. She then turned the car to face the front entrance of the building and hit the accelerator once again, and as the car was just about to come into contact with the glass doors, it smashed into some sort of invisible wall blocking the way.

Claire flew through the empty windscreen and hit the reflective surface, leaving blood eerily dripping down what seemed like thin air. She landed on the hood of the car and quickly stood up. She jumped off the car while looking around for who was causing a force field, and there, close by to the crashed car, was a guard laying on the ground with one his palm facing towards the building, glaring up at Claire.

“Get the hell outta my way!” snarled Claire, slightly out of breath.
“Make me,” threatened the guard, with a determined look on his face.

Claire pulled her gun out from her waist and aimed at the guard’s head.

BANG!

Claire turned, and suddenly the blood which was suspended in mid air dropped and splattered on the ground. It was a pity, force fields could only be used once at a time, and that guard had chosen to obey orders and defend the building at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

Claire flew open the glass doors in a state of rage and entered Pinehurst. She raised her gun and steadily walked towards the reception desk.

“I wanna see the president!” she threatened. Claire was covered in blood, half her clothes were ripped, and she had a crazy look in her eyes. Anyone would have done exactly what she said or ran, but not the woman behind the desk. At first she said nothing and held both hands above her head, but then she quickly slipped one hand under the desk and pressed an alarm. Suddenly a siren sounded and the red lights on the roof began to flash.

“You stupid b****,” muttered Claire, and fired a shot at her head, killing her.

Suddenly, a number of doors opened around the large entrance room and a group of heavily armed guards appeared, surrounding and firing at Claire. Claire’s entire body shook as she was showered with bullets coming from all directions. Eventually the guard’s realized that Claire was still standing, and the gunfire stopped. One of the soldiers ran forwards from the crowd and tackled her to the ground. He then drew back his arm and punched her in the face, hard, breaking her nose with enhanced strength. Claire smiled and turned her head to look straight into the eyes of the man who had just hit her.

“Big mistake.”

Claire slipped her hand under her jacket and pulled the pin from one of the grenades and held it above her. The man’s eyes widened with fear as he knew his death was only seconds away.

BOOM!

The force pushed Claire deeper into the ground, also blowing her arm clean off. She was covered in the remains of the man who had been lying on top of her. Claire felt a tingling sensation as her entire arm began to regenerate itself, and she quickly stood up to take a look at she had done.

Maimed bodies were spread out across the room in circular pattern from the explosion, Claire was the only person left alive. She noticed a staircase leading to a higher level of the building and was just about to explore, when suddenly an invisible force threw her across the room and she smashed into a wall, hard. The force then flipped her body around so she was facing frontwards and held her hands besides her head so she couldn’t move at all.

Claire’s attack from Sylar a few years ago flashed before her eyes, but instead of fear, this time she was angry. Whoever was doing this, they would pay. Claire angrily looked around the room, no one was in sight. Suddenly, a voice spoke up from the left.

“You’ve done quite a lot of damage here, Claire.”

Claire glared to the left, and there, walking down the staircase, was Nathan Petrelli.

“Not many people cause such a security risk to get me out of my office, but when I was informed it was you, I just had to appear in person.”

Nathan was standing straight in front of Claire now, with a smug smile on his face.

“What the hell is this? Telekinesis? You’re not Nathan. Who the hell are you?”

Claire already knew who it was. The sick monster must have killed her birth father at some point and taken on his role as president.

“I didn’t think I’d need to remind you, Claire, after all we’ve been through, and I think you’ve said just about enough now.”

Sylar, in the form of Nathan, raised one hand and made a closing motion with his fingers and thumb. Claire’s mouth shut immediately, although her angry expression remained. Sylar slowly lowered Claire to the ground and forced both her hands to her sides, making it unable for her to move.

“I think we’ll go upstairs now.”

They both marched upstairs, beyond Claire’s control. Once there, another group of heavily armed soldiers approached them, but stopped short as soon they saw Nathan.

Sylar lowered his voice, “It’s ok guys, I’ve got this.”

The group of soldiers retreated, and Sylar lowered his voice again, speaking very quietly in Claire’s ear as they walked down a long sterile hallway.

“You’d think someone would have suspected something... when Nathan became so fascinated by the formula. Giving people abilities... It’s basically the opportunity for me to take any ability I want.”

Claire shuddered, and felt an emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time, fear. The two continued to walk down the hallway, and Sylar spoke quietly in her ear again.

“And don’t you think it’s strange... that for all the people who’ve manifested regeneration... you’re the only one who’s lost the ability to feel pain.”

Claire shut her eyes and took in a deep breath, still walking forwards. They had already passed a number of doors, and from the one they just walked passed, a woman’s scream could be heard coming from inside. Sylar lowered his head close to Claire’s ear again.

“Here at Pinehurst, we’re very interested to discover why that is...”

They both stopped outside a door at the end of the hallway, and now that they were out of earshot, Sylar raised his hand made an opening motion with his fingers and thumb, allowing Claire to talk. Her eyes began to flood with tears, and she spoke very softly.

“I swear to God... I will kill you.”

Sylar, still in the form of Nathan, also spoke very softly

“We both know that isn’t possible, Claire.”

There was a brief pause as they both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Dr Suresh will see you now.”

Sylar broke their stare-off and opened the door for Claire, and, still beyond her control, entered the dark room, while silently praying that Peter would come and save her.

To be continued....

sorry that most of the focus has been on claire, im introducing more characters into it from now on.

Very good Awesome job! You have me on the edge of my seat!

Chapter 5...

“Please... someone.... help...”

Peter‘s eyes partly opened as he regained consciousness and started to remember what had happened.

Shot... tied up... drugged... by Claire.

The drugs had worn off, and Peter quickly lifted his head and struggled against the ropes, turning his head around as far as he could to take a look around the room.

Claire wasn’t back yet.

Peter shut his eyes and concentrated for a moment, phasing through the ropes and standing from the chair. The floorboards creaked as he moved his feet.

“Help me!”

There was someone was screaming from the floor below him.

That’s right, he remembered. Molly was downstairs.

Peter ran from the dining room and down a short staircase leading to the basement. He ripped the padlock off the door using enhanced strength and burst into the dark room, moving forwards to make sure Molly was okay, and knelt on one knee and holding on to her arms. She looked terribly pale and undernourished. Her sobbing stopped as soon as she realized it was Peter.

“Oh... God... Thank you! Thank God!” The chains clanked together as she moved her arms to hug Peter, and didn’t let go. “Is she here?”

“She’s not here... everything’s going to be fine... you’re gunna be okay...” Peter rubbed her back with one hand, reassuring her.

Molly was still in shock. “We have to go... we have to get out of here... before she comes back...” She clung on to Peter, tight.

Peter thought for a moment about what he should do next. There was no way she could survive outside of here on her own, she was just a little girl. And even if they stayed together, both of them would have to fight in order to survive. Everyday had become a struggle, because of the war, and the people who couldn’t defend themselves were killed. Peter felt awful as he realized what he had to do.

“Listen...” he began, gently holding onto Molly’s arms and removing them from around his torso.

“I think it would be best... if you stayed here.”

Molly desperate expression fell flat.

“No... NO! Please... Please no...” She shook her head and her bottom lip began to tremble.

“Take me with you...”

Suddenly she burst into tears. “Please... don’t leave me...”

Peter lowered his head and stared deep into her eyes, trying to make her understand.

“You don’t know what it’s like out there... It’s dangerous... you’ll be safe in here.”

Suddenly, Molly snapped. “IT’S DANGEROUS IN HERE TOO!” She screamed into Peter face, then continued to cry.

“Please... I’m so thirsty...and she doesn’t feed me...”

Peter began to move away slowly while keeping one hand on her arm, using his healing ability. Molly gasped a little as she began to look much more healthy and energized.

“I’ll be back. I promise.” Peter knew exactly where had to go now. Primeatec. Angela would be able to give him some answers.

“Take me with you...” Molly continued to beg.

Peter took his hand away and stood, closing his eyes, getting ready to teleport.

“TAKE ME WITH YOU!” Molly screamed, shaking her chains with her arms, but Peter had already disappeared.

to be continued...

That is completely awesome great job

Chapter 6...

Angela Petrelli sat in her large leather chair in her office at Primeatec, flicking through some files while deciding the company’s next move against their rival, Pinehurst. Primeatec’s main objective was to find a way to eliminate all abilities, by any means necessary. Creating some sort of formula which could do that would be ideal, but it was still a work in progress. In the mean time, they had no other option but to kill those who refused to work for them.

It was ironic, while Primeatec was working to eliminate abilities, Pinehurst were exposing ordinary people to their formula, which gave them an ability. It seemed like an endless battle between the two. They both recruited evolved humans in order to take the other company down.

Angela sighed and put down the files. Her best agents, Matt Parkman, Hiro Nakamura and Tracy Strauss were all busy on field assignments at the moment. She had no choice but to wait until they came back before they could plan another attack on Pinehurst.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man appeared in the centre of the room. Angela gasped and brought one hand to her chest.

“Jesus Christ! ...Peter!? You scared me half to death... I thought you were...”

It had been four years since they had seen each other. Peter turned his head to look at his mother. He wasn’t really sure how he should reply.

“Hello... mother... It’s been awhile.” He took a few steps around the desk while looking around the room.

Angela straightened her hair with one hand and broke the tension between them.

“You’re looking... well. Considering the time we live in.”

Peter had gotten very muscular over the past four years by fighting the dangerous agents from both companies. He was wearing a black tank top and his hair was considerably shorter than what it once was.

“You too... but I guess, that’s because you’re not living on the streets.”

Since Peter had refused to work for Primeatec, Angela had ostracized him from the Petrelli family. Angela folded her hands together neatly in front of her on the desk, not acknowledging Peter’s snipe at her.

“Peter... why did you come here? If you’re looking for an argument, please, just leave.”

Peter sat down in a chair opposite Angela, leaning backwards.

“No... Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that... It’s just, been a rough couple of days.”

Angela lent forwards, speaking quietly.

“You’re telling me, running a company isn’t as easy as you think.”

There was a brief pause between them. Peter decided to find out what Angela knew about his niece.

“Have you heard from Claire?”

“Well, no, actually. Not in years, and I don’t particularly want to.” Angela lowered her gaze. “Not after the dreams I’ve had about her...”

Peter sat up, suddenly he was interested in what Angela had to say.

“Dreams? What dreams? What will she do?”

Angela stood and began to pace around the room while looking at the floor.

“She’s a very troubled girl, Peter,” Angela began. Peter’s eyes followed her as she walked.

“In my dream, I saw her... with Sylar... they were together.”

“What!?” Peter’s jaw dropped. “Together?”

Angela continued. “They share a common pain, Peter. Caused by anger... Immortality...” Angela paused for a moment. “Although it might not seem like it now, they’re destined to be together.”

Peter continued to question Angela. “But why? Why would she do that? She hates him.”

Angela stopped pacing when she got to her desk, pressing both hands against the edge, looking down guiltily.

“You’d be surprised at what some people can be manipulated to do...” She muttered.

She raised her head to look at Peter. “There’s something I have to tell you...”

Peter kept quiet, letting her continue.

“Before any of this started, before the war, me and your father... we told Sylar, he was our son... your brother...”

“What!” Peter pushed himself up from the chair and turned, taking a few away from his mother, then turned towards her again.

“But it’s not true, right? Why would you say that to him!?”

Angela moved forwards, taking hold of Peter’s shoulders.

“It’s not true, we lied. We thought we could help, stop him from killing anyone else...”

Peter took hold of Angela wrists, taking them off him and moving backwards.

“I’ll never understand the way you think, Mum.”

Angela continued. “He found out we lied. No one has seen him since. But he’s still out there... waiting... collecting more abilities... wanting revenge.”

Angela paused. “I’m scared, Peter.”

Peter raised one hand, pointing a finger at her. “Well, don’t expect me to help you. You’ve brought all of this on yourself.” Peter had heard enough. He shut his eyes, ready to teleport.

Angela spoke up. “Wait! I had another dream, about you.”

Peter opened his eyes, growing impatient. “What.”

Angela spoke, looking down. “About you and Sylar, actually. You’re the two most powerful men in the world. You will find each other again, and when you do, you’ll fight. The result will be catastrophic... like an explosion... more devastating than we could ever imagine... the world will split in two...”

Peter stared at his mother, shocked.

Angela moved forwards, a desperate expression on her face. “You need to join us, Peter. Join Primeatec. Help us take down Pinehurst. It’s the only way to stop it from happening.”

Peter turned away. “No. I’ve told you before. I’m not going to kill innocent people.”

Angela spoke again, before her son could go anywhere, choosing her words carefully. “Nathan is dead, Peter. Sylar killed him. And now he's posing as Nathan at Pinehurst. Are you really going to let him get away with that?”

Peter hesitated. This was the first time he had heard it. His brother was dead. Killed by Sylar. And Sylar was at Pinehurst.

Peter looked over his shoulder at his mother. At first lost for words, and then he spoke up.

“...When can I start?”

to be continued...

wow that is great! cant wait for more!

Oh my this is the best fan-fiction I have ever read other than kayceeheroes anyway Great job!