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youngerpetrelli) wrote2008-10-20 09:06 am
youngerpetrelli) wrote2008-10-20 09:06 am
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just_1_word - 2.9 - Sickness
2.9. Sickness
It's like any other newly-gained ability for him, despite the instant understanding it gives him. He's always had trouble with impulse control, and this is no different. It's not like when he gained induced radiation from Ted, not like that rush of uncontrollable power that bubbled under his skin -- it's something in far, far worse.
It's a need, a hunger... a sickness that burns along his veins. Slow, sick heat that burns its way down into him; sick, slick burn through his body, want and need and shivers along every vein that reaches down deep, calling; calling...
He can't control this, but part of him doesn't even want to. It calls to him, burns along his nerves, and he wants... he wants. It feels so good as he contemplates surrendering to it again, that slick feel of blood as his finger slips through brain and tissue and the thoughts and desires; need and yearning and understanding flood his mind...
God, how is he ever going to beat this, when it feeds every dark part he keeps hidden, when it answers all those unspoken needs he refuses to recognize?
Help me, Nathan... help...
And even that isn't a guarantee, considering it's his brother's blood he tastes on his lips, the last he tasted before running away again; the last before he tried to uncover her lies...
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Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 230 per WordPerfect
Written forjust_1_word
It's like any other newly-gained ability for him, despite the instant understanding it gives him. He's always had trouble with impulse control, and this is no different. It's not like when he gained induced radiation from Ted, not like that rush of uncontrollable power that bubbled under his skin -- it's something in far, far worse.
It's a need, a hunger... a sickness that burns along his veins. Slow, sick heat that burns its way down into him; sick, slick burn through his body, want and need and shivers along every vein that reaches down deep, calling; calling...
He can't control this, but part of him doesn't even want to. It calls to him, burns along his nerves, and he wants... he wants. It feels so good as he contemplates surrendering to it again, that slick feel of blood as his finger slips through brain and tissue and the thoughts and desires; need and yearning and understanding flood his mind...
God, how is he ever going to beat this, when it feeds every dark part he keeps hidden, when it answers all those unspoken needs he refuses to recognize?
Help me, Nathan... help...
And even that isn't a guarantee, considering it's his brother's blood he tastes on his lips, the last he tasted before running away again; the last before he tried to uncover her lies...
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Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 230 per WordPerfect
Written for
just_1_word