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alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-08 10:43 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-08 10:43 pm
Fic: Hate Fuels the Fire
Title:Hate Fuels the Fire
Rating: oh, PG
Spoilers: to "Five Years Gone"
Disclaimer: Poor college student, owns nothing.
A/n: I love 5YG Peter
Characters: Peter and Sylar, mentions of Claire and Nathan
It was a never-ending battle, but Peter didn’t care. He had nothing to lose. The man in front of him had taken everything from him. His family, his dignity. His ability to care. Peter was a hollow shell now, an imitation of the man he once was. He couldn’t die, so he fought, on and on. He didn’t even know why he still fought. Possibly some long-lost nobility left inside him somewhere, a reminder of days past where he sought to the right thing and save the world. He hadn’t saved the cheerleader in the end, what made him think he could save the world?
He couldn’t. He knew Sylar was unstoppable now, with Claire’s power. And he still fought. They were fire and ice, stuck as enemies until the end of time.
Claire. Maybe that was what kept him going. Sad little smile, like she knew he was forever destined to fight for something he could never achieve. Nathan had tried to tell him that he couldn’t save everyone, but he had wanted to try anyway.
Nathan. Peter looked at the man in front of him. He had taken Nathan’s face and made everyone believe Nathan was a monster. Made Peter believe his own brother wanted him dead. Peter couldn’t hate Sylar enough for that.
Hate was all he had left.
**
Rating: oh, PG
Spoilers: to "Five Years Gone"
Disclaimer: Poor college student, owns nothing.
A/n: I love 5YG Peter
Characters: Peter and Sylar, mentions of Claire and Nathan
It was a never-ending battle, but Peter didn’t care. He had nothing to lose. The man in front of him had taken everything from him. His family, his dignity. His ability to care. Peter was a hollow shell now, an imitation of the man he once was. He couldn’t die, so he fought, on and on. He didn’t even know why he still fought. Possibly some long-lost nobility left inside him somewhere, a reminder of days past where he sought to the right thing and save the world. He hadn’t saved the cheerleader in the end, what made him think he could save the world?
He couldn’t. He knew Sylar was unstoppable now, with Claire’s power. And he still fought. They were fire and ice, stuck as enemies until the end of time.
Claire. Maybe that was what kept him going. Sad little smile, like she knew he was forever destined to fight for something he could never achieve. Nathan had tried to tell him that he couldn’t save everyone, but he had wanted to try anyway.
Nathan. Peter looked at the man in front of him. He had taken Nathan’s face and made everyone believe Nathan was a monster. Made Peter believe his own brother wanted him dead. Peter couldn’t hate Sylar enough for that.
Hate was all he had left.
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