He'd actually been having a rather nice dream. Obviously, Peter was unaware that it was a dream, but it was a place he'd like to stay, anyway - where he didn't have to use his powers and people were safe, a place where Sylar didn't exist, where Nathan was proud of him and didn't use the politician smile so much, where Peter could just go back to his old job.
A slight sound - not consistent with his dream - spun the dream out of control and made Peter's eyes snap open.
Shit.
Scrambling away from Sylar's looming shadow, Peter stared with wide eyes at him, then at the IV, and back at Sylar, everything taking a little too long to process. A pressure at his back alerted him to the fact that he'd just effectively cornered himself. "How the hell did you get free?" He blurted, standing as quickly as he could, more scared than he should be considering.
He tried to gather his thoughts, to focus enough to use telekinesis and give Sylar a good push into the wall, but his thoughts were too scrambled. Too caught up in 'you shouldn't have fallen asleep' and 'you've just failed'. Nothing was working.
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Date: 2007-07-28 02:33 pm (UTC)A slight sound - not consistent with his dream - spun the dream out of control and made Peter's eyes snap open.
Shit.
Scrambling away from Sylar's looming shadow, Peter stared with wide eyes at him, then at the IV, and back at Sylar, everything taking a little too long to process. A pressure at his back alerted him to the fact that he'd just effectively cornered himself. "How the hell did you get free?" He blurted, standing as quickly as he could, more scared than he should be considering.
He tried to gather his thoughts, to focus enough to use telekinesis and give Sylar a good push into the wall, but his thoughts were too scrambled. Too caught up in 'you shouldn't have fallen asleep' and 'you've just failed'. Nothing was working.