For just_1_word - 6.3 - Control

[youngerpetrelli]

6.3. Control

Based on RP (Adam-verse) with some S3 Spoilers; set a few days after Thanksgiving wackiness.


He wasn't really sure what alerted him -- whether it was the sound of the man's footsteps, the clumsy attempts to hide his thoughts (That's the Petrelli brat -- follow him and I'll get both of 'em...), or the incessant ...tick tick tick... He became aware of all three almost simultaneously, but it was the last two that caught and held his attention.

Not only was someone following him, someone with an ability was following him -- and whoever it was did not have good intentions. He was pretty sure that 'both of 'em' meant Adam and him, although it could have meant Nathan and him. Either way, he wasn't about to lead the man right to someone he cared about. He frowned, making a quick plan, and continued down the block as if nothing were wrong at all.

The footsteps continued to follow, along with the ticking which, if anything, grew even louder. When he came to the next alley he casually turned down it, acting as if he were taking a short-cut. The footsteps followed, and a small smile curled his lips. If anyone had seen him, they would have noted an expression very much unlike the one he usually wore. No one could see his expression, however, because once he turned down the alley he went invisible. Then he pressed back against the wall of a building, and waited.

It wasn't long before the man followed him into the alley, but then he stopped and looked around, puzzled by the lack of his quarry. Peter used that moment to strike, flicking his fingers almost casually to one side, using telekinesis to throw the man against the wall. His smile grew, and again those who knew him would have worried for him, then, because the expression was far darker than his usual. "Why are you following me?" he asked, still invisible.

The man struggled against the force holding him, looked from side to side, trying to spot him. "Where-- where are you?!"

"I'll ask the questions," he said, stepping closer and tightening the telekinetic grip. "Why are you following me? Who sent you? How did you find me?"

//Not gonna tell you anything...// came the answer; defiant words, but laced with fear. When Peter looked up at him, he saw the terror in the man's eyes. The ticking grew louder, nearly deafening now...

He finally allowed himself to become visible again, met the man's terrified gaze and forced his mind deeper, asking the question both aloud and telepathically. "Why are you following me? Who sent you?"

"No one-- orders--" The man still struggled against him, and he growled quietly, expression darkening even more. "I won't--!"

"Oh, but you will," he purred quietly. ...tick tick tick tick TICK... "How did you find me?"

Panicked, nearly incoherent thoughts flooded the man's mind, but somewhere in the jumble Peter caught ...my ability... and ...Pinehearst... He latched onto that, for a moment nearly letting the man go in surprise. But when the man tried to struggle free, the reflexes Mohinder's ability gave him allowed him to respond quickly, throwing the man back against the wall with a meaty thump.

Peter gave the man a penetrating look, then growled, "Tell me..." He forced his mind deeper, but the man had obviously had at least some training. The attacker's mind slid away, trying to evade his scan, and finally Peter growled, his patience frayed and his temper rising. He could feel the man's intentions; knew that he had been told to capture or kill his targets, and whether it was him and Adam or him and Nathan, he would not allow it.

"I won't let you harm us, and I will find out how you found me," he growled, raising his arm and pointing his index finger at the man's forehead. The ticking was deafening, shattering his patience and the last bit of control he'd been clinging to. This time, the growl was inarticulate, as he twitched his finger and began slicing through the man's skull.

It was only after the man's screams broke through the noise in his head that he realized someone might hear them, and he silenced those cries with a telekinetic pinch to the man's windpipe. Then he let the man fall to the ground and stalked forward, knelt down to probe at his exposed brain. "How did you find me..." he growled quietly, looking, studying. "Ahh..."

He stood up facing down the alley; smiled as he reached out with his mind, a hazy map of the city spreading out before his mind's eye. As he concentrated, his current location came into focus, and with further effort he could see little points of light moving around as people hurried down the sidewalks. He realized some of them were drawing towards the alley, and he muttered, "Shit," then teleported away to the safety of Adam's apartment.

He stood in the middle of the living room, looking around with wild eyes as what he had done finally sank in. He looked down at the blood on his hands, trembling now as adrenaline and fear thundered through his body. "Oh God..." he whispered, letting himself sink to his knees and wrapping his arms tight around his middle, trying not to be ill...

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Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 889 per WordPerfect
Written for just_1_word

Comments

[its-notluck.livejournal.com]

O.O

And we're worried about me?

[youngerpetrelli]

*shhh* :)

ooc

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Peter's killing people randomly, Mohinder's going vigilante, Adam's deciding to collect disciples...and Sylar really is the only one trying to behave. I'm sort of amused in a v. dark way.

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[youngerpetrelli]

Not randomly! The guy was after us -- what was I supposed to do? :P

(btw, Adam can feel free to comfort/deal with if you aren't swamped/have the time)

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[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

*G* "Randomly" is such a fun way to term it though!

(Absolutely! I have time. )

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[youngerpetrelli]

*blows raspberry*

:D

ooc

[heroslayer]

Sylar facepalms. And then wonders if he should have a talk with his brother. And then wonders why he's behaving, when everyone else is killing people, and there's a pyrokinetic he could get away with killing on the way to school with Molly.

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[youngerpetrelli]

Hey, come on, the guy was hunting us! O.o Really!

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[heroslayer]

Point. And apparently, Peter wasn't the only one who got jumped. Claire did, too. And Sylar, even if I didn't prompt it yet, since I spent the day down with a migraine.

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[youngerpetrelli]

Pinehearst is peeved that Arthur is gone, obviously...

eta: sorry to hear about your headache -- we're all having such a great time... *hugs*

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[heroslayer]

Clearly. And thanks, hon. *hugs* Hope you're feeling better, too.

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Adam heard the slight disturbance in the living room, and stepped out of the bedroom. The sight of the blood made his heart almost stop as he moved forward, steps uneven across the floor.

"Peter...?"

[youngerpetrelli]

He looked up at Adam, eyes still wide in shock. "I... k- killed a man..." he stammered. His control was still shaky, the smell of the blood overwhelming him -- he didn't even realize he'd smeared it all over his sweater.

[changehistory.livejournal.com]

Adam dropped down next to him, immediately moving to examine him, hands moving over him, checking for injuries even if rationally there shouldn't be any. Sometimes Peter didn't heal so quickly, and he always worried some power would stop working.

Then his words penetrated, and he met his shocked gaze. "What? Who?"

[youngerpetrelli]

A full-body shiver rippled through him and he drew in a deep, shuddering breath, then he relaxed into Adam's arms. "I'm not hurt, just... scared. Angry... Scared. Yeah."

His voice dipped lower and he said, "Pinehearst -- Dad's company... they're after us." Then his lip twitched in a bit of a sneer and he said, "Apparently we've all been marked as threats to their plan... Unfortunately the guy who came after me doesn't-- didn't know what that plan is."

[changehistory.livejournal.com]

Adam growled slightly, low in his throat. Fucking Arthur, mucking things up, even from the grave. And he'd thought the threat was just to him. He should have known better, but he'd acted so rashly, sending Sylar in....he hadn't considered it might be a larger threat.

He ran his fingers through Peter's hair, down to cradle the back of his neck. "We'll figure out what it is." With Arthur gone, and with Peter and Sylar both on their side, there wasn't anyone who was a true threat to their combined forces. "Why don't we get you cleaned up, then you can tell me what happened?" He didn't want Claire to see Peter like this.

[youngerpetrelli]

He leaned in close, relaxing under Adam's touch. After a moment it became obvious that he was sniffing and nuzzling at his lover's neck, distracted by his heightened sense of smell now that his control was in tatters.

"Huh-- what? Oh... right." Once again, the smell of blood enveloped him and he shook himself back to alertness, trying to swallow back nausea. "Good idea."

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Adam wasn't really in favor of discouraging the sniffing and nuzzling, but the living room floor wasn't the place for it, especially with Peter on the verge of being out of control.

"Come on," he said quietly, tugging him to his feet and urging him toward their room, and their bath. Once in there, he could close the door and Peter could fall apart or do as he pleased out of Claire's sight.

[youngerpetrelli]

He clung to Adam, climbing to his feet and half-stumbling back to their room, sensations warring in his mind and body as every touch of Adam's hands sent heat racing through him while the scent of blood turned his stomach.

Once the door closed behind them, he let out a soft growl and pressed Adam back against the door, kissing him almost desperately, blood-stained hands closing almost painfully on his lover's shoulders. Don't let me drown, please...

[changehistory.livejournal.com]

I won't... Adam kissed him back, lips almost pliant under his, weighing which role to take with Peter's aggressive need. He could push back, reassert dominance, or make Peter fight for it, or he could yield and let him take it out on him, because he could take it. He just wasn't sure which Peter needed in these newer moods, so he found the middle ground, fingers sliding into his hair as he pressed back against him, not minding the blood in the least.

[youngerpetrelli]

He clung to the thought, to Adam's strength, even as he slid fingers up under Adam's shirt and growled softly into the kiss. After a moment he broke off and started nuzzling again, then murmured against Adam's throat, "You smell good..."

[changehistory.livejournal.com]

Adam tilted his head for Peter's nuzzling, fingers sliding into his hair to play through it lightly. "Do I?" He tried to think if he'd done anything differently, and couldn't come up with anything, so just smiled a bit.

[youngerpetrelli]

As Adam tilted his head, he smiled slightly and started nipping -- gently, at first, but as the marks his teeth left faded, he growled and tried harder. "Mine..." he murmured against Adam's neck, hands gripping his lover's waist. Some small part of his mind wondered what he was doing, but the rest of him didn't care -- Adam smelled and felt really good and his body thrummed with the input from his heightened senses.

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"Yours," Adam agreed with a soft moan, head tilting more for those nips, and fingers tightening. He wasn't used to the aggression coming from Peter, but he wasn't going to discourage it, finding it a very interesting change. His free hand slid under Peter's shirt, lightly trailing over his skin in a gentle caress.