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When Two Worlds Collide (3/7)
Title: When Two Worlds Collide (3/7)
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Sylar, implied Mylar and Peter/Nathan
Summary: Peter and Sylar find themselves stuck in a very bad situation together.
Spoilers: Season 1 but this is AU.
Warnings: Anger, violence, rape.
Notes: I'm apologizing for this chapter now. I don't think I got the flow right and I'm afraid to tweak it anymore. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Daylight streamed through the window, waking Peter.
About time you woke up. I'm hungry.
"How can you be hungry?"
How should I know, I just am! Let's go get something to eat.
"Fine." Peter got dressed, grabbed his coat and left the room.
He sat in silence, eating his pancakes. Now what? He glanced around the diner, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Sylar was definitely messing with his head, and he really needed to find this Sarah and fix things. Sighing, he paid for his food and left. Going around back of the diner, he concentrated on Nathan again and flew off into the sky.
This is a really interesting way to travel, saves a lot of time. Where did you get it from again?
"None of your business. Just shut up and let me drive."
Whatever.
Peter smiled, at least he got Sylar's goat on that one. He flew for most of the day before he came to the outskirts of Bozeman. He landed in a secluded, wooded area and started walking into town.
You couldn't have gotten us closer? Sylar sneered at Peter.
"Any closer and we might've gotten shot down. We don't want to make a scene you know."
Sylar snorted, but kept quiet. Peter trudged towards town. Luckily it wasn't that far. Peter looked in the address book again. It took him a while before he could find the house.
He went up to the door and knocked. He could hear someone coming. The door opened a crack and an older lady stared out at him.
"Do I know you?"
"No ma'am, I'm looking for Sarah. Is she here?"
"Sarah? No, I haven't seen her since the funeral a few months ago. Poor Dale, God rest her soul, she was such a sweetheart. Why are you looking for Sarah?"
Peter felt Sylar cringe in his head. It almost made him stumble, but he recovered quickly.
"I'm an-old friend. I wanted to say hi. She wasn't at her home in Connecticut, and since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd give her a try here."
Smooth move. Let's charm the old ladies while we're at it.
Peter tried to not let the frown cross his face. Stop being such an ass! He smiled his most charming smile at the older lady.
"Sorry, she's not here. Last I heard she was visiting friends out in San Francisco."
"Oh, well. It was worth a try. Thank you very much. I hope you have a nice day. Goodbye." Peter turned and walked away. Damn!
"Looks like we're stuck together for a little while longer."
Great. Just what I need. Having to listen to your saccharin sweetness for longer. How do you live with yourself? You're so goody-goody. Makes me want to throw up. Now, I would've gone in there, threatened her, tortured her a little…
"And that's why it's a good thing that I'm the one in control, not you."
Are you so sure you're in control? We haven't really tested that theory. Hmmm, how about if I…
Peter's left hand swung up and punched him in the face. Staggering back, he stared at his hand. Stop hitting yourself! Sylar laughed. The hand swung again and punched him in the stomach. Doubling over in pain, he grabbed his left wrist and tried to hold the hand down.
Ohhh that felt good! Sylar cackled What else can I do?
Peter felt himself flying through the air, hitting a tree. His breath rushed out of his body. Crumpling to the ground, he lay there, trying to catch his breath.
"If you hurt me, you're the one that's going to suffer. We'll be stuck together longer." Peter panted.
Damn! You're taking away all my fun. Sylar sighed Fine, I'll leave you alone. For now. But just you wait Petrelli, you'll get yours.
"Yeah, I'm shaking in my boots. Let's go." Peter said with a look around to make sure no one was looking. He took to the sky.
Hours later, near Salt Lake City, Peter landed again. Exhausted, he went to the nearest motel and got a room. He again dropped onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
Peter slammed his locker door shut. Barbarians, the whole lot of them! He wished he could make those idiot jocks pay, but he knew it was useless. It was bad enough they left stuff on his locker, but then they started ganging up on him during gym. He really hated dodge ball. Not again! What is it with this guy?!Turning quickly, he slammed into someone knocking their books out of their hands.
"I'm sorry, let me help!" Peter bent down, picking up the dropped books. Standing up he started handing the books back, but then froze. Lexi!
"Thank you Gabriel, that was very kind of you. Are you all right?" She smiled at him, gently taking the books back.
Peter just stared at her. Lexi. The most beautiful girl in the school, and he had been stupid enough to run into her.
"Gabriel?"
"I-I-I…" He stammered.
"What's freak boy done now? Is he bothering you?" Jason came up behind Lexi, putting his arm around her shoulders. He looks like a gorilla! No wonder Gabriel is afraid of him.
"No Jason, he was just helping me pick up my books." Lexi sighed. Peter just looked down at the floor.
"He better not be bothering you or we'll have to teach him a lesson." Jason said, looking back at the rest of the football players.
"Knock it off Jason. He was just being nice." Lexi smiled at Peter. Jason just glared.
As they walked off, Jason whispered towards Peter. "Just you wait freak boy, you'll get yours."
Peter grimaced; he knew he was in trouble now. The girl seems nice enough. The talking ape on the other hand… Walking down the hallway, he went into English class.
English was the last class of the day and he was glad. Mrs. Stout was a good teacher and didn't take any nonsense from any of the kids. Peter felt comfortable here. He listened as Mrs. Stout talked about Romeo and Juliet. Sighing, Peter looked at the clock. Five minutes fast, as usual. He chuckled. It was always good to get out of here a few minutes early, it let him make his get-away before the stupid jocks came harassing him.
Mrs. Stout dismissed the class and Peter practically ran to his locker. He knew the jocks would be laying in wait for him on the way home, he just hoped he could sneak past them before they realized he was gone. Throwing his books into his locker, he grabbed his coat and ran out the door.
Walking quickly, he enjoyed the day. It was a nice fall day and the few trees that managed to live in New York were just starting to turn colors. He was so entranced with the beauty of the day that he didn't notice the jocks walking quickly but quietly up behind him.
The first inkling he had that things were bad was when he got shoved from behind. Stumbling, he tried to catch himself before he fell to the ground. No such luck. He landed hard, scraping his hands and bruising his knees.
Instinctively rolling himself into a ball, he could feel all the punches and kicks the jocks hit him with. No wonder he resents people if this was how he was treated all the time! He didn't fight back, that wouldn't do any good. He'd learned over the years that fighting back just made things worse.
Jason leaned down, hissing into his ear. "Freak boy, how dare you think you have any right to talk to my girl! Thinking that you can talk to someone so much better than you?! You have to learn your place I guess. Scum like you don't belong with normal people. Guess we'll just have to remind you where you belong. In the gutter! Grab him boys!"
Jason's friends grabbed Peter and dragged him into the alley. This can't be good. Peter's whole body ached from the beating he'd already had, but he knew it was going to get worse.
Jason's fist reared back and swung forward with all his strength towards Peter's face. It felt like a sledgehammer had slammed into him, he could feel his cheek crunch under the fist. Jason kept pulling back and hitting him in the face, in the stomach, in the ribs. Peter could feel skin splitting, bones breaking. I'll be lucky to come out of this alive. He's not kidding! And he got treated like this a lot? No wonder…
"Hey man, c'mon. That's enough. You're going to kill him!" Frank looked at Jason, worry in his voice.
"Naw, I'm just going to mess him up enough so he remembers where he belongs."
"I've had enough Jason. I'm not hanging around here while you kill him! I think he's learned his lesson." Frank dropped his hold on Peter's arm. The other guys started nodding and backing off too.
"Wusses! Go on then! Who needs you! I'll take care of freak boy by myself." Jason yelled at the other guys as they ran out of the alley. "I'll teach you to talk to my girl!" He snarled at Peter.
Peter could barely open his eyes. He really is going to kill me this time. He just lay there, panting, not being able to move. C'mon man! Get up! Fight back! Something!
Peter was pulled up by his hair. Giving a gasp of pain, he was pushed into the wall, his chest scraping against the bricks, his arm twisted behind him. Jason pushed him harder into the wall.
"You're going to have to learn to not talk to your betters! Why don't you just die and make everyone else happy?"
Peter bit his lower lip. It wouldn't do any good to say anything; he'd just get beat worse.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Peter could feel a hand on his pants button. Next thing he knew, his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. He panicked. This was something new! He knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't stop it. He felt so powerless! No one would help him! Trying to struggle, his head was pulled back by his hair and slammed into the wall. Peter saw stars. He couldn't move, couldn't fight back.
He could feel something pressing into the crack of his ass. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not too imagine what he felt. Fingers pressed against his hole, forcing their way in. Peter bit harder on his lower lip. He could taste blood. This is wrong! How could someone do this? And no one came to help? Why doesn't he scream, yell? Then there was something bigger and harder pressing against him. It forced its way in. Peter tried to scream from the pain, but again his head was slammed into the wall.
There were grunts and slapping noises. A hand moved over his cock, his sac, squeezing and twisting painfully. The pain in his head and his ass became unbearable. He couldn't see, his vision was starting to fade into blackness. After a few minutes, there was a feeling of fullness inside of him and then he could feel something wet trickling down his legs. His own cock spurted come against the brick wall in front of him. The pressure holding him against the wall finally let go, and he crumpled to the ground.
Jason gave him a swift kick to the ribs. Bending down, he hissed into Peter's ear.
"You tell anyone what happened here, and I'll tell them you started it. You cornered me and attacked me. Who do you think everyone will believe? And if you ever dare to talk to Lexi again, you'll get it worse." Jason gave him one last kick to the ribs and walked off, buttoning his pants as he went.
Peter couldn't move. His whole body hurt especially his head and his ass. Slowly he got up, feeling nauseous the whole time. He pulled up his underwear and pants, buttoned them, and limped his way home. He entered the apartment. His mom tried stopping him from going into his room, she demanded to know what had happened, why he was all bloody and bruised, but Peter ignored her. Entering his room, he lay on his bed, put his face into his pillow and cried.
Peter woke with tears streaming down his face. No wonder he hates everyone. I would too if something like that had happened to me. How could that happen though? Didn't anyone wonder, ask questions? Why didn't he tell someone? But knowing what he did of high school, Peter thought that no one would have asked questions. His mom and dad, sure, but no one else. What was one more picked on kid in a school of troubled, bullied kids? Feeling sadness to his core, Peter closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
Sylar came into the house, his head ducked down, but his mom was too quick. She saw him trying to sneak up to his room and she stopped him. When he wouldn't look at her, she put her hand on his chin and lifted it.
"What happened this time Peter?" She sighed, looking at the black eye that was forming. "Why were you fighting?"
Sylar just ducked his head again. It was bad enough that he had gotten busted, but now to explain why he had the black eye was like kicking a dead horse. The idiot can't even defend himself? That explains a lot.
"Peter!" His mom said more firmly.
He looked up at her. "Tommy and Ben were picking on one of the smaller kids. They took his backpack and were playing keep away. I just tried to help." He fidgeted, waiting for the lecture.
He wasn't disappointed.
"Peter, you are a Petrelli! You shouldn't get yourself involved in things that are none of your business! What would have happened if you had gotten hurt?" His mom frowned at him.
"I'm fine Ma; it's just a black eye. I couldn't just stand there and watch them pick on that poor kid."
"It's not fine Peter. You need to be more careful. You're fragile…" Sylar jerked his head out of his mom's grip. They treat him like he's made of glass! Didn't they ever let him do anything?
"I'm not fragile Ma!"
She looked at him, hard. "Maybe not, but you need someone to help you…defend yourself. I'll take care of it." She turned and went back into the den.
Rolling his eyes, Sylar went up too his room. What? They're getting the little baby a bodyguard now? Poor wittle Petey, can't stick up for himself so they have to hire a goon.
The next day was Saturday, and Sylar had been looking forward to spending the day by the pool. That was until the front doorbell rang. Groaning, he went to answer it.
"Nathan?!" Sylar stood there, stunned.
"Hey Pete! Ma said you needed some help." Nathan chuckled.
Sylar grabbed him in big bear hug. Laughing, he slapped Nathan on the back.
"You're the help Ma was talking about? Great!"
"Yeah, she wants me to show you how to defend yourself so you don't come home with any more of those." Nathan said, pointing to Sylar's eye.
The two brothers walked through the house and went out the double French doors to the backyard.
"What are you going to teach me?"
"Exactly what I said, how to defend yourself. Ma asked me to give you some pointers that I've learned, so here I am." Nathan shook his head at the look on his brother's face. How sweet. Big brother's come to save the day. Not!
For the next few hours, Nathan showed Sylar everything he could on defending himself. By the end of the day, Sylar was feeling confident that he could stop getting beat up again.
"So, what now? Are you still going to try and save the world?" Nathan said as he toweled himself off. Sylar glanced at him.
"Why?"
Nathan laughed. "Always the dreamer, huh Pete? Don Quixote tilting at windmills. I have nothing but respect for what you were trying to do, but sometimes you have to pick your battles."
"I'm not going to just stand there and watch people be abused Nathan! I have to help them, otherwise, what good am I? That's what's wrong with the world, nobody helps anymore!" Sylar said vehemently. White knight complex much?
"And I'm not asking you too. I'm just asking you to make sure you know what you're fighting for!" Nathan frowned. Sylar looked away, hurt.
"All right Nathan. I promise that I will fight the good fight and make you proud."
"You already make me proud; just show me you have some brains in that hard head of yours." Nathan ruffled Sylar's hair.
Ducking out from under the hand, he pushed his brother into the pool. "You look like you need to cool off!" Sylar laughed. Nathan laughed back.
Monday rolled around like it usually does. Sylar went to school, feeling better about himself then he had in ages. It was finally lunch time and he took his lunch outside to eat in the nice weather. He noticed Tommy and Ben over by some of the other kids. He couldn't tell what exactly was going on, but it looked like trouble. He put his tray down and walked over to the group.
"What are you doing now Tommy? Leave these guys alone, they're not hurting you!" Sylar said, putting his hand on Tommy's shoulder.
Tommy spun around, glaring at Sylar. "Oh look, goody-goody Petrelli's trying to play hero. This isn't any of your business; go back to your lunch." Tommy shoved Sylar.
This is what Sylar had been waiting for, a chance to prove that he wasn't useless and he could help. Tommy took a swing at him and he ducked underneath it. Grabbing Tommy's shirt, he pulled Tommy into a flip. About damn time! I didn't think he was ever going to fight back! Ben tried to take a swing too, but Sylar sidestepped it and hip-checked him. Ben went flying. Tommy bounced up, getting ready to charge at Sylar when someone grabbed him by the collar.
"And just what do you think you are doing Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Cooper, the principal, asked. "I think you and Mr. Swenson need to come with me…" Mr. Cooper dragged both boys off to his office.
Sylar smiled. It felt good to help.
"Thank you, Peter. Tommy was trying to get me to give him my math homework. It's great that you came and helped." Greta Smith smiled shyly at Sylar, tucking her strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. She quickly gave him a kiss on the mouth and ran towards the school. Man, he even gets lucky! That kiss was kind of nice…
Sylar put his fingers to his lips, remembering the feel of Greta's lips on his.
"Hey Greta, wait up!"
Sylar woke up. Great, even in his dreams he's a damn do-gooder! I wish he'd stop having these dreams; he's really pissing me off. Look how lucky he is?! A brother that loves him, friends, and people that actually care about him. Sylar sighed. I wish…hell! I'm going back to sleep.
Author: flying_monkees
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Sylar, implied Mylar and Peter/Nathan
Summary: Peter and Sylar find themselves stuck in a very bad situation together.
Spoilers: Season 1 but this is AU.
Warnings: Anger, violence, rape.
Notes: I'm apologizing for this chapter now. I don't think I got the flow right and I'm afraid to tweak it anymore. There is no beta so all mistakes are mine. Any feedback is welcome.
Daylight streamed through the window, waking Peter.
About time you woke up. I'm hungry.
"How can you be hungry?"
How should I know, I just am! Let's go get something to eat.
"Fine." Peter got dressed, grabbed his coat and left the room.
He sat in silence, eating his pancakes. Now what? He glanced around the diner, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Sylar was definitely messing with his head, and he really needed to find this Sarah and fix things. Sighing, he paid for his food and left. Going around back of the diner, he concentrated on Nathan again and flew off into the sky.
This is a really interesting way to travel, saves a lot of time. Where did you get it from again?
"None of your business. Just shut up and let me drive."
Whatever.
Peter smiled, at least he got Sylar's goat on that one. He flew for most of the day before he came to the outskirts of Bozeman. He landed in a secluded, wooded area and started walking into town.
You couldn't have gotten us closer? Sylar sneered at Peter.
"Any closer and we might've gotten shot down. We don't want to make a scene you know."
Sylar snorted, but kept quiet. Peter trudged towards town. Luckily it wasn't that far. Peter looked in the address book again. It took him a while before he could find the house.
He went up to the door and knocked. He could hear someone coming. The door opened a crack and an older lady stared out at him.
"Do I know you?"
"No ma'am, I'm looking for Sarah. Is she here?"
"Sarah? No, I haven't seen her since the funeral a few months ago. Poor Dale, God rest her soul, she was such a sweetheart. Why are you looking for Sarah?"
Peter felt Sylar cringe in his head. It almost made him stumble, but he recovered quickly.
"I'm an-old friend. I wanted to say hi. She wasn't at her home in Connecticut, and since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd give her a try here."
Smooth move. Let's charm the old ladies while we're at it.
Peter tried to not let the frown cross his face. Stop being such an ass! He smiled his most charming smile at the older lady.
"Sorry, she's not here. Last I heard she was visiting friends out in San Francisco."
"Oh, well. It was worth a try. Thank you very much. I hope you have a nice day. Goodbye." Peter turned and walked away. Damn!
"Looks like we're stuck together for a little while longer."
Great. Just what I need. Having to listen to your saccharin sweetness for longer. How do you live with yourself? You're so goody-goody. Makes me want to throw up. Now, I would've gone in there, threatened her, tortured her a little…
"And that's why it's a good thing that I'm the one in control, not you."
Are you so sure you're in control? We haven't really tested that theory. Hmmm, how about if I…
Peter's left hand swung up and punched him in the face. Staggering back, he stared at his hand. Stop hitting yourself! Sylar laughed. The hand swung again and punched him in the stomach. Doubling over in pain, he grabbed his left wrist and tried to hold the hand down.
Ohhh that felt good! Sylar cackled What else can I do?
Peter felt himself flying through the air, hitting a tree. His breath rushed out of his body. Crumpling to the ground, he lay there, trying to catch his breath.
"If you hurt me, you're the one that's going to suffer. We'll be stuck together longer." Peter panted.
Damn! You're taking away all my fun. Sylar sighed Fine, I'll leave you alone. For now. But just you wait Petrelli, you'll get yours.
"Yeah, I'm shaking in my boots. Let's go." Peter said with a look around to make sure no one was looking. He took to the sky.
Hours later, near Salt Lake City, Peter landed again. Exhausted, he went to the nearest motel and got a room. He again dropped onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
Peter slammed his locker door shut. Barbarians, the whole lot of them! He wished he could make those idiot jocks pay, but he knew it was useless. It was bad enough they left stuff on his locker, but then they started ganging up on him during gym. He really hated dodge ball. Not again! What is it with this guy?!Turning quickly, he slammed into someone knocking their books out of their hands.
"I'm sorry, let me help!" Peter bent down, picking up the dropped books. Standing up he started handing the books back, but then froze. Lexi!
"Thank you Gabriel, that was very kind of you. Are you all right?" She smiled at him, gently taking the books back.
Peter just stared at her. Lexi. The most beautiful girl in the school, and he had been stupid enough to run into her.
"Gabriel?"
"I-I-I…" He stammered.
"What's freak boy done now? Is he bothering you?" Jason came up behind Lexi, putting his arm around her shoulders. He looks like a gorilla! No wonder Gabriel is afraid of him.
"No Jason, he was just helping me pick up my books." Lexi sighed. Peter just looked down at the floor.
"He better not be bothering you or we'll have to teach him a lesson." Jason said, looking back at the rest of the football players.
"Knock it off Jason. He was just being nice." Lexi smiled at Peter. Jason just glared.
As they walked off, Jason whispered towards Peter. "Just you wait freak boy, you'll get yours."
Peter grimaced; he knew he was in trouble now. The girl seems nice enough. The talking ape on the other hand… Walking down the hallway, he went into English class.
English was the last class of the day and he was glad. Mrs. Stout was a good teacher and didn't take any nonsense from any of the kids. Peter felt comfortable here. He listened as Mrs. Stout talked about Romeo and Juliet. Sighing, Peter looked at the clock. Five minutes fast, as usual. He chuckled. It was always good to get out of here a few minutes early, it let him make his get-away before the stupid jocks came harassing him.
Mrs. Stout dismissed the class and Peter practically ran to his locker. He knew the jocks would be laying in wait for him on the way home, he just hoped he could sneak past them before they realized he was gone. Throwing his books into his locker, he grabbed his coat and ran out the door.
Walking quickly, he enjoyed the day. It was a nice fall day and the few trees that managed to live in New York were just starting to turn colors. He was so entranced with the beauty of the day that he didn't notice the jocks walking quickly but quietly up behind him.
The first inkling he had that things were bad was when he got shoved from behind. Stumbling, he tried to catch himself before he fell to the ground. No such luck. He landed hard, scraping his hands and bruising his knees.
Instinctively rolling himself into a ball, he could feel all the punches and kicks the jocks hit him with. No wonder he resents people if this was how he was treated all the time! He didn't fight back, that wouldn't do any good. He'd learned over the years that fighting back just made things worse.
Jason leaned down, hissing into his ear. "Freak boy, how dare you think you have any right to talk to my girl! Thinking that you can talk to someone so much better than you?! You have to learn your place I guess. Scum like you don't belong with normal people. Guess we'll just have to remind you where you belong. In the gutter! Grab him boys!"
Jason's friends grabbed Peter and dragged him into the alley. This can't be good. Peter's whole body ached from the beating he'd already had, but he knew it was going to get worse.
Jason's fist reared back and swung forward with all his strength towards Peter's face. It felt like a sledgehammer had slammed into him, he could feel his cheek crunch under the fist. Jason kept pulling back and hitting him in the face, in the stomach, in the ribs. Peter could feel skin splitting, bones breaking. I'll be lucky to come out of this alive. He's not kidding! And he got treated like this a lot? No wonder…
"Hey man, c'mon. That's enough. You're going to kill him!" Frank looked at Jason, worry in his voice.
"Naw, I'm just going to mess him up enough so he remembers where he belongs."
"I've had enough Jason. I'm not hanging around here while you kill him! I think he's learned his lesson." Frank dropped his hold on Peter's arm. The other guys started nodding and backing off too.
"Wusses! Go on then! Who needs you! I'll take care of freak boy by myself." Jason yelled at the other guys as they ran out of the alley. "I'll teach you to talk to my girl!" He snarled at Peter.
Peter could barely open his eyes. He really is going to kill me this time. He just lay there, panting, not being able to move. C'mon man! Get up! Fight back! Something!
Peter was pulled up by his hair. Giving a gasp of pain, he was pushed into the wall, his chest scraping against the bricks, his arm twisted behind him. Jason pushed him harder into the wall.
"You're going to have to learn to not talk to your betters! Why don't you just die and make everyone else happy?"
Peter bit his lower lip. It wouldn't do any good to say anything; he'd just get beat worse.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Peter could feel a hand on his pants button. Next thing he knew, his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. He panicked. This was something new! He knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't stop it. He felt so powerless! No one would help him! Trying to struggle, his head was pulled back by his hair and slammed into the wall. Peter saw stars. He couldn't move, couldn't fight back.
He could feel something pressing into the crack of his ass. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not too imagine what he felt. Fingers pressed against his hole, forcing their way in. Peter bit harder on his lower lip. He could taste blood. This is wrong! How could someone do this? And no one came to help? Why doesn't he scream, yell? Then there was something bigger and harder pressing against him. It forced its way in. Peter tried to scream from the pain, but again his head was slammed into the wall.
There were grunts and slapping noises. A hand moved over his cock, his sac, squeezing and twisting painfully. The pain in his head and his ass became unbearable. He couldn't see, his vision was starting to fade into blackness. After a few minutes, there was a feeling of fullness inside of him and then he could feel something wet trickling down his legs. His own cock spurted come against the brick wall in front of him. The pressure holding him against the wall finally let go, and he crumpled to the ground.
Jason gave him a swift kick to the ribs. Bending down, he hissed into Peter's ear.
"You tell anyone what happened here, and I'll tell them you started it. You cornered me and attacked me. Who do you think everyone will believe? And if you ever dare to talk to Lexi again, you'll get it worse." Jason gave him one last kick to the ribs and walked off, buttoning his pants as he went.
Peter couldn't move. His whole body hurt especially his head and his ass. Slowly he got up, feeling nauseous the whole time. He pulled up his underwear and pants, buttoned them, and limped his way home. He entered the apartment. His mom tried stopping him from going into his room, she demanded to know what had happened, why he was all bloody and bruised, but Peter ignored her. Entering his room, he lay on his bed, put his face into his pillow and cried.
Peter woke with tears streaming down his face. No wonder he hates everyone. I would too if something like that had happened to me. How could that happen though? Didn't anyone wonder, ask questions? Why didn't he tell someone? But knowing what he did of high school, Peter thought that no one would have asked questions. His mom and dad, sure, but no one else. What was one more picked on kid in a school of troubled, bullied kids? Feeling sadness to his core, Peter closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
Sylar came into the house, his head ducked down, but his mom was too quick. She saw him trying to sneak up to his room and she stopped him. When he wouldn't look at her, she put her hand on his chin and lifted it.
"What happened this time Peter?" She sighed, looking at the black eye that was forming. "Why were you fighting?"
Sylar just ducked his head again. It was bad enough that he had gotten busted, but now to explain why he had the black eye was like kicking a dead horse. The idiot can't even defend himself? That explains a lot.
"Peter!" His mom said more firmly.
He looked up at her. "Tommy and Ben were picking on one of the smaller kids. They took his backpack and were playing keep away. I just tried to help." He fidgeted, waiting for the lecture.
He wasn't disappointed.
"Peter, you are a Petrelli! You shouldn't get yourself involved in things that are none of your business! What would have happened if you had gotten hurt?" His mom frowned at him.
"I'm fine Ma; it's just a black eye. I couldn't just stand there and watch them pick on that poor kid."
"It's not fine Peter. You need to be more careful. You're fragile…" Sylar jerked his head out of his mom's grip. They treat him like he's made of glass! Didn't they ever let him do anything?
"I'm not fragile Ma!"
She looked at him, hard. "Maybe not, but you need someone to help you…defend yourself. I'll take care of it." She turned and went back into the den.
Rolling his eyes, Sylar went up too his room. What? They're getting the little baby a bodyguard now? Poor wittle Petey, can't stick up for himself so they have to hire a goon.
The next day was Saturday, and Sylar had been looking forward to spending the day by the pool. That was until the front doorbell rang. Groaning, he went to answer it.
"Nathan?!" Sylar stood there, stunned.
"Hey Pete! Ma said you needed some help." Nathan chuckled.
Sylar grabbed him in big bear hug. Laughing, he slapped Nathan on the back.
"You're the help Ma was talking about? Great!"
"Yeah, she wants me to show you how to defend yourself so you don't come home with any more of those." Nathan said, pointing to Sylar's eye.
The two brothers walked through the house and went out the double French doors to the backyard.
"What are you going to teach me?"
"Exactly what I said, how to defend yourself. Ma asked me to give you some pointers that I've learned, so here I am." Nathan shook his head at the look on his brother's face. How sweet. Big brother's come to save the day. Not!
For the next few hours, Nathan showed Sylar everything he could on defending himself. By the end of the day, Sylar was feeling confident that he could stop getting beat up again.
"So, what now? Are you still going to try and save the world?" Nathan said as he toweled himself off. Sylar glanced at him.
"Why?"
Nathan laughed. "Always the dreamer, huh Pete? Don Quixote tilting at windmills. I have nothing but respect for what you were trying to do, but sometimes you have to pick your battles."
"I'm not going to just stand there and watch people be abused Nathan! I have to help them, otherwise, what good am I? That's what's wrong with the world, nobody helps anymore!" Sylar said vehemently. White knight complex much?
"And I'm not asking you too. I'm just asking you to make sure you know what you're fighting for!" Nathan frowned. Sylar looked away, hurt.
"All right Nathan. I promise that I will fight the good fight and make you proud."
"You already make me proud; just show me you have some brains in that hard head of yours." Nathan ruffled Sylar's hair.
Ducking out from under the hand, he pushed his brother into the pool. "You look like you need to cool off!" Sylar laughed. Nathan laughed back.
Monday rolled around like it usually does. Sylar went to school, feeling better about himself then he had in ages. It was finally lunch time and he took his lunch outside to eat in the nice weather. He noticed Tommy and Ben over by some of the other kids. He couldn't tell what exactly was going on, but it looked like trouble. He put his tray down and walked over to the group.
"What are you doing now Tommy? Leave these guys alone, they're not hurting you!" Sylar said, putting his hand on Tommy's shoulder.
Tommy spun around, glaring at Sylar. "Oh look, goody-goody Petrelli's trying to play hero. This isn't any of your business; go back to your lunch." Tommy shoved Sylar.
This is what Sylar had been waiting for, a chance to prove that he wasn't useless and he could help. Tommy took a swing at him and he ducked underneath it. Grabbing Tommy's shirt, he pulled Tommy into a flip. About damn time! I didn't think he was ever going to fight back! Ben tried to take a swing too, but Sylar sidestepped it and hip-checked him. Ben went flying. Tommy bounced up, getting ready to charge at Sylar when someone grabbed him by the collar.
"And just what do you think you are doing Mr. Anderson?" Mr. Cooper, the principal, asked. "I think you and Mr. Swenson need to come with me…" Mr. Cooper dragged both boys off to his office.
Sylar smiled. It felt good to help.
"Thank you, Peter. Tommy was trying to get me to give him my math homework. It's great that you came and helped." Greta Smith smiled shyly at Sylar, tucking her strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. She quickly gave him a kiss on the mouth and ran towards the school. Man, he even gets lucky! That kiss was kind of nice…
Sylar put his fingers to his lips, remembering the feel of Greta's lips on his.
"Hey Greta, wait up!"
Sylar woke up. Great, even in his dreams he's a damn do-gooder! I wish he'd stop having these dreams; he's really pissing me off. Look how lucky he is?! A brother that loves him, friends, and people that actually care about him. Sylar sighed. I wish…hell! I'm going back to sleep.