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youngerpetrelli16.1. Exhale
ooc: RP-based, after this and this. Sylar is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heroslayer, Baileigh is deep_red_bells. Adam is changehistory and is used with much love. Hiro is powered_otaku and is also used with much love, and thanks for keeping Peter's head together as long as he did!
If they'd been thinking, neither Sylar nor he would have been so unprepared. They still would have gone on the mission, of course, because Baileigh was their friend, and because they had the powers to be able to chase, immobilize, and behead a demon with a minimum of trouble.
But they might have been more mentally prepared. Because two telepathic empaths, chasing down a demon that attacked and fed on minds? Really not the most intelligent thing they could have done.
And he still wasn't really sure if the demon had attacked them, or if it had tried to defend itself, or if it just was. So horrible and alien and wrong, that dark hunger flooding his mind as he struggled to hold the creature still so Sylar could take its head. He'd never felt anything like that -- he'd felt evil before, or what he had believed was evil. He'd felt darkness and hunger, including that hunger that lurked in his own mind. But none of it held a candle to the raw, clawing emptiness and malevolence that had battered at him like storm winds as the demon struggled against his hold.
He hadn't even been aware of how truly horrible it was -- not consciously, at least -- until they had taken its head and the adrenaline started to fade. Then it started to hit him, and one glance at Sylar had told him it had affected his brother just as badly.
After they delivered the head, Hiro had managed to keep him from losing it completely, providing the human contact and friendship that distracted him from thinking about the demon. But even that hadn't really been enough, and he had started to feel like there was an iron band tightening around his chest, keeping him from taking a deep breath. And he couldn't breathe out, either, because every time he did it just tightened further.
Some part of his mind realized it was an anxiety attack, even though he couldn't remember ever having one before. He recognized the symptoms, but had no idea what to do. Finally, he had texted Adam to take him home, ridiculously glad that he'd done it via words on the screen instead of by voice, because he didn't want to sound like a scared little boy.
The cab ride home wasn't too bad because Adam was there with him, strong and warm against him, a reassuring presence against the darkness. But he had to step away from Adam to get out of the cab, and there wasn't enough contact between them as Adam unlocked the door and ushered him in. By the time he was in the flat the shivers were back and, and this time he couldn't force the reactions back down.
He must have looked a mess, because Adam was looking at him with that worried expression on his face -- the one that said, 'I know you can heal from anything, but you're not getting better and I have no clue what to do!' And Peter wanted to reassure him, but somehow the words wouldn't come.
"Peter, Love?" Adam asked, worry edging his voice as he locked up.
"I--" He shivered, and the roaring in his ears seemed to drown everything else out.
"Peter?" and Adam took a step closer.
"I--" he tried again, the words catching in his throat. Vertigo hit him, and he let out a soft whimper as he fell. Adam rushed to his side, catching him before he hit the floor and easing them both down to sit on the rug. He clung to Adam, barely remembering not to crush him with his strength, and struggled to draw in shallow, shuddering breaths. Finally, with Adam's arms and warmth wrapping around him, he took a deep breath, and as he let it out again, the tears started to fall.
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Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 642 per WordPerfect
Written forjust_1_word
ooc: RP-based, after this and this. Sylar is
heroslayer, Baileigh is deep_red_bells. Adam is changehistory and is used with much love. Hiro is powered_otaku and is also used with much love, and thanks for keeping Peter's head together as long as he did!If they'd been thinking, neither Sylar nor he would have been so unprepared. They still would have gone on the mission, of course, because Baileigh was their friend, and because they had the powers to be able to chase, immobilize, and behead a demon with a minimum of trouble.
But they might have been more mentally prepared. Because two telepathic empaths, chasing down a demon that attacked and fed on minds? Really not the most intelligent thing they could have done.
And he still wasn't really sure if the demon had attacked them, or if it had tried to defend itself, or if it just was. So horrible and alien and wrong, that dark hunger flooding his mind as he struggled to hold the creature still so Sylar could take its head. He'd never felt anything like that -- he'd felt evil before, or what he had believed was evil. He'd felt darkness and hunger, including that hunger that lurked in his own mind. But none of it held a candle to the raw, clawing emptiness and malevolence that had battered at him like storm winds as the demon struggled against his hold.
He hadn't even been aware of how truly horrible it was -- not consciously, at least -- until they had taken its head and the adrenaline started to fade. Then it started to hit him, and one glance at Sylar had told him it had affected his brother just as badly.
After they delivered the head, Hiro had managed to keep him from losing it completely, providing the human contact and friendship that distracted him from thinking about the demon. But even that hadn't really been enough, and he had started to feel like there was an iron band tightening around his chest, keeping him from taking a deep breath. And he couldn't breathe out, either, because every time he did it just tightened further.
Some part of his mind realized it was an anxiety attack, even though he couldn't remember ever having one before. He recognized the symptoms, but had no idea what to do. Finally, he had texted Adam to take him home, ridiculously glad that he'd done it via words on the screen instead of by voice, because he didn't want to sound like a scared little boy.
The cab ride home wasn't too bad because Adam was there with him, strong and warm against him, a reassuring presence against the darkness. But he had to step away from Adam to get out of the cab, and there wasn't enough contact between them as Adam unlocked the door and ushered him in. By the time he was in the flat the shivers were back and, and this time he couldn't force the reactions back down.
He must have looked a mess, because Adam was looking at him with that worried expression on his face -- the one that said, 'I know you can heal from anything, but you're not getting better and I have no clue what to do!' And Peter wanted to reassure him, but somehow the words wouldn't come.
"Peter, Love?" Adam asked, worry edging his voice as he locked up.
"I--" He shivered, and the roaring in his ears seemed to drown everything else out.
"Peter?" and Adam took a step closer.
"I--" he tried again, the words catching in his throat. Vertigo hit him, and he let out a soft whimper as he fell. Adam rushed to his side, catching him before he hit the floor and easing them both down to sit on the rug. He clung to Adam, barely remembering not to crush him with his strength, and struggled to draw in shallow, shuddering breaths. Finally, with Adam's arms and warmth wrapping around him, he took a deep breath, and as he let it out again, the tears started to fall.
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Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 642 per WordPerfect
Written for
just_1_word
