He wasn't even sure what he was watching when the tablet switched on. His stomach flopped violently at the familiarity of the images flickering in front of his eyes. It was Sylar's MO to a T, but there was no way that that was possible. Was it? No. No, it couldn't be. He was standing right here, still in control of his body, and there was no way that Sylar could have gotten to anyone else... Unless... He'd touched Peter. He'd touched Peter. Maybe that madman had went into his brother and...
I'm right here, you moron. This is little Petey all on his own. Only problem is, Mommy Dearest isn't here for him to take this out on. So he's got to take it where he can get it.
"Oh, God."
I have to say, though, I'm impressed. Don't know he had it in him.
"Will. You. Shut. Up?" Nathan snapped with each step he took from his room towards Helen's office, in a flat out run by the time the he reached the door, halting in the entrance before crossing over and kneeling next to her, his hand reaching out towards her, hand settling on her shoulder. Please. Please, don't let her be dead.
[location: sanctuary for all]
I'm right here, you moron. This is little Petey all on his own. Only problem is, Mommy Dearest isn't here for him to take this out on. So he's got to take it where he can get it.
"Oh, God."
I have to say, though, I'm impressed. Don't know he had it in him.
"Will. You. Shut. Up?" Nathan snapped with each step he took from his room towards Helen's office, in a flat out run by the time the he reached the door, halting in the entrance before crossing over and kneeling next to her, his hand reaching out towards her, hand settling on her shoulder. Please. Please, don't let her be dead.