The man is tall and gauntly aged, but possessed of a wiry strength. His watery blue eyes look cold, thin lips pulled into a leer. And at his feet, naked and bruised and dragged up to a half-sitting position, is Peter. He clutches desperately at a choke chain tightening around his neck, and Nathan leaps up from the ground with an angry cry. He stops short, though, when the man jerks hard on the chain lead, and Peter's eyes roll back in his head momentarily. Then the man relaxes the tension, smile broadening when Peter’s head lolls back to rest on his thigh. He swaps the lead into his other hand, and reaches down to pet Peter’s hair. Peter gives a noiseless shudder, but allows the contact, obviously fearing another punishing wrench of the chain. Nathan feels sick. How long had he been out? How long had this man been toying with his brother?
As if reading his mind, the man looks back up at Nathan. “Don’t worry, Petrelli. I’ve not claimed him yet.” Nathan’s heart slows a little with relief, and the man continues in a conversational tone. “I wanted you to be witness to that. So you’ll understand what will happen if you fail.”
“No,” Nathan whispers. He starts forward again, and the man lifts his hand in a warning, and the chain tightens once more. “You haven’t asked what my power is, Nathan. Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious? Don’t you want to know why your father wants my ability so badly?”
He doesn’t wait for Nathan’s answer. “I can summon life. Monsters. Weapons of dark power from other worlds, that follow my command.” Nathan’s eyes narrow – there's something stirring in the darkness behind the man, but he can’t make it out. “For my own use, you understand. I have no interest in authority, or world domination. I’ll leave the ridiculous comic-book aspirations to men like your father. No, my ability is for my gratification alone. The fulfillment of my own specific desires.”
The formless shadow is moving, now, swirling forward. Peter can sense it too – Nathan can see the scant hairs on his forearms rise, the sudden fine tremor of his bare chest. Then his younger brother gives a shocked cry, and he arches away from something as if burned.
Nathan watches in paralyzed horror. The darkness is taking shape, huge and slick skinned at Peter’s back, tendrils sliding forward to pull his brother back into a nightmarish embrace. A boneless appendage snakes up Peter’s leg, twitching, exploring. Peter jerks away, no longer mindful of the collar in the face of a greater threat, the lean muscles of his arms and abdomen rigid with resistance. ”Fuck, no! Get off me! Get off-” But the frightened anger of Peter’s protest is swallowed by another slithering mass, clamping itself across his mouth.
The monster is hideous – fully constructed, now, crouching on huge, muscular legs and grasping arms. Its head is dominated by a massive, gaping jaw, and a long tongue flicks from it, trailing saliva up Peter’s vulnerable neck. And most appalling of all – the countless writhing tentacles arising from the creature’s thorax and pelvis, all reaching, slipping, creeping over Peter, who’s still half pulled up on his knees at the man’s feet. Soon, Peter’s completely helpless, eyes wide and chest heaving, arms trapped at his sides. His legs are folded at a painful looking angle underneath him, slightly parted by a thick, heavy-looking tentacle wrapping around one calf and insinuating itself between his thighs. The tapered end of it flicks Peter’s groin, and Nathan can see the horrified shiver that runs through Peter’s pale form.
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Date: 2009-05-23 02:17 pm (UTC)As if reading his mind, the man looks back up at Nathan. “Don’t worry, Petrelli. I’ve not claimed him yet.” Nathan’s heart slows a little with relief, and the man continues in a conversational tone. “I wanted you to be witness to that. So you’ll understand what will happen if you fail.”
“No,” Nathan whispers. He starts forward again, and the man lifts his hand in a warning, and the chain tightens once more. “You haven’t asked what my power is, Nathan. Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious? Don’t you want to know why your father wants my ability so badly?”
He doesn’t wait for Nathan’s answer. “I can summon life. Monsters. Weapons of dark power from other worlds, that follow my command.” Nathan’s eyes narrow – there's something stirring in the darkness behind the man, but he can’t make it out. “For my own use, you understand. I have no interest in authority, or world domination. I’ll leave the ridiculous comic-book aspirations to men like your father. No, my ability is for my gratification alone. The fulfillment of my own specific desires.”
The formless shadow is moving, now, swirling forward. Peter can sense it too – Nathan can see the scant hairs on his forearms rise, the sudden fine tremor of his bare chest. Then his younger brother gives a shocked cry, and he arches away from something as if burned.
Nathan watches in paralyzed horror. The darkness is taking shape, huge and slick skinned at Peter’s back, tendrils sliding forward to pull his brother back into a nightmarish embrace. A boneless appendage snakes up Peter’s leg, twitching, exploring. Peter jerks away, no longer mindful of the collar in the face of a greater threat, the lean muscles of his arms and abdomen rigid with resistance. ”Fuck, no! Get off me! Get off-” But the frightened anger of Peter’s protest is swallowed by another slithering mass, clamping itself across his mouth.
The monster is hideous – fully constructed, now, crouching on huge, muscular legs and grasping arms. Its head is dominated by a massive, gaping jaw, and a long tongue flicks from it, trailing saliva up Peter’s vulnerable neck. And most appalling of all – the countless writhing tentacles arising from the creature’s thorax and pelvis, all reaching, slipping, creeping over Peter, who’s still half pulled up on his knees at the man’s feet. Soon, Peter’s completely helpless, eyes wide and chest heaving, arms trapped at his sides. His legs are folded at a painful looking angle underneath him, slightly parted by a thick, heavy-looking tentacle wrapping around one calf and insinuating itself between his thighs. The tapered end of it flicks Peter’s groin, and Nathan can see the horrified shiver that runs through Peter’s pale form.