Peter Petrelli (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spongetastic) wrote2012-05-28 07:24 am
spongetastic) wrote2012-05-28 07:24 am
Muse Anniversary: 5YG Edition
It was just another day. That's what Niki said, but Peter knew she didn't really believe it. Everyone felt the weight of this day, some more heavily than others. Peter swallowed the last drops of his drink hoping to block it out.
His scar would never let him forget. That was why he let it stay in the first place. It was a small atonement for all the lives he took that day.If only there was some other way he could make up for it. But there was little chance of that. Those deaths could never be taken back.
--
Peter's fingers ran along the strings he tied together in his apartment. He saw how they all linked together, which one he needed to cut to make things right again. It was something that had to be done, just like all the other things that labeled him a terrorist.
He only hesitated for a moment. Peter didn't care about redemption for his crimes, but everyone else deserved a second chance. He thought of Claire, who was once so warm and kind. He thought of Hiro, who died trying to do the right thing. He thought of Mohinder, who changed himself into a monster. All of it would be fixed with one shot.
And if this choice made him beyond forgiveness, so be it.
--
Five years passed since that day at the Sullivan Brother's Carnival. Lately whenever Peter passed by a mirror he stopped to observe his reflection. He ran his finger over the place but of course there was nothing to feel.
Peter never forgot about that future self. He fought hard to avoid it but sometimes felt that he was approaching it anyway. Except that his scars were all on the inside where no one would see.
His scar would never let him forget. That was why he let it stay in the first place. It was a small atonement for all the lives he took that day.If only there was some other way he could make up for it. But there was little chance of that. Those deaths could never be taken back.
--
Peter's fingers ran along the strings he tied together in his apartment. He saw how they all linked together, which one he needed to cut to make things right again. It was something that had to be done, just like all the other things that labeled him a terrorist.
He only hesitated for a moment. Peter didn't care about redemption for his crimes, but everyone else deserved a second chance. He thought of Claire, who was once so warm and kind. He thought of Hiro, who died trying to do the right thing. He thought of Mohinder, who changed himself into a monster. All of it would be fixed with one shot.
And if this choice made him beyond forgiveness, so be it.
--
Five years passed since that day at the Sullivan Brother's Carnival. Lately whenever Peter passed by a mirror he stopped to observe his reflection. He ran his finger over the place but of course there was nothing to feel.
Peter never forgot about that future self. He fought hard to avoid it but sometimes felt that he was approaching it anyway. Except that his scars were all on the inside where no one would see.
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