Vortex Journal - Entry #1
May. 25th, 2010 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
italianeaglesctI don’t know what I was thinking. That’s the whole point though isn’t it? I wasn’t thinking at all. How did I change so much in so little time. Nathan got to me. I was so used to being alone. I worked with Noah because it’s what I did at home in my reality. I was the golden child of the Company. I did what I was told. They let me live out in my own apartment, and it was all good.
Then I ended up here, in this fucked up place where time overlaps on itself and there are so many other Peter Petrellis it makes my head spin. Nathan came to the Company to see Arthur’s corpse. I tried not to be thrilled to see him. In my world he’d been dead since I was 14, but here was my living breathing older brother looking at the body of Arthur Petrelli.
He wasn’t our father. Nathan’s version of Arthur was long gone, and I’d shot mine before I went through the vortex. Funny how shooting Arthur a second time found me my brother.
I tried to stay distant from Nathan, but I couldn’t. I was drawn to him like the good old moth to a flame or ketchup to a new silk tie. I needed to be around him, and needed to see the brother I’d lost so long ago.
When he ended up on Level 5 for helping Dr. Gabriel Gray escape I had to see him. Nathan made me face what I’d been doing. He made me see that bagging and tagging every single special that might be dangerous was wrong. He especially made me see that torturing Gabriels and Sylars the way the Company did was evil. I knew he was right. Whenever they brought a Gabriel or Sylar in, I couldn’t be near the building. With my empathy I could feel their pain and terror. I couldn’t take it.
So I helped Nathan escape. I watched while Dr. Gray, and the vampire versions of Sylar and Peter tore through the lobby, killing agents right and left. So many people died that day, and I didn’t stop them. My only concern was saving Nathan.
It was the beginning of the end. I’d betrayed Noah who was my only friend. He wouldn’t hear reason that what we were doing was wrong. I honestly think my Noah, in my world, would have listened to me, but the one here won’t. It tore me apart to betray him. I tried to do the right thing. I always try.
The others, vSylar, vPeter, Dr. Gray and Nathan started plotting to take out Noah and the Company. I told them I wouldn’t get in the way, but I also told Nathan that I had to get the innocent people out of there. He agreed, but I know he didn’t share that with the others. While Nathan loves me, the other three wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fire because I’m the one who captured Dr. Gray. He was tortured because I pretended to be vPeter and locked him up.
To get the innocent out, I started sucking up to Noah again. I bagged a special that had killed a bunch of people. I did what he wanted to prove he could trust me, but then I saw another Sylar in cell. He’d been there for weeks. They’d trapped him in a nightmare, so he wouldn’t cause any trouble. I went into his head to see what they’d done, and I couldn’t leave him there.
My fucking big heart got in the way of my marbles. If I’d had an ounce of intelligence and control left, I’d have left him there until the attack on the Company. So I broke him out of the cell. Now we’re on the run. I’ve burned my bridges. There’s no way in hell that Noah will ever trust me again. He’ll have a cell set up for me now too, which is the thing I’ve always feared the most. I’m terrified of being locked up like an animal.
Sylar’s no treat either. He’s a dick. I should have left him to suffer. Now we’re hiding, waiting for them to come to us. I sent Nathan a message that I’m OK. But I was lying. I’m not ok. I’m scared.
Blog entry based on my Twitter RP with the Vortex Group
Then I ended up here, in this fucked up place where time overlaps on itself and there are so many other Peter Petrellis it makes my head spin. Nathan came to the Company to see Arthur’s corpse. I tried not to be thrilled to see him. In my world he’d been dead since I was 14, but here was my living breathing older brother looking at the body of Arthur Petrelli.
He wasn’t our father. Nathan’s version of Arthur was long gone, and I’d shot mine before I went through the vortex. Funny how shooting Arthur a second time found me my brother.
I tried to stay distant from Nathan, but I couldn’t. I was drawn to him like the good old moth to a flame or ketchup to a new silk tie. I needed to be around him, and needed to see the brother I’d lost so long ago.
When he ended up on Level 5 for helping Dr. Gabriel Gray escape I had to see him. Nathan made me face what I’d been doing. He made me see that bagging and tagging every single special that might be dangerous was wrong. He especially made me see that torturing Gabriels and Sylars the way the Company did was evil. I knew he was right. Whenever they brought a Gabriel or Sylar in, I couldn’t be near the building. With my empathy I could feel their pain and terror. I couldn’t take it.
So I helped Nathan escape. I watched while Dr. Gray, and the vampire versions of Sylar and Peter tore through the lobby, killing agents right and left. So many people died that day, and I didn’t stop them. My only concern was saving Nathan.
It was the beginning of the end. I’d betrayed Noah who was my only friend. He wouldn’t hear reason that what we were doing was wrong. I honestly think my Noah, in my world, would have listened to me, but the one here won’t. It tore me apart to betray him. I tried to do the right thing. I always try.
The others, vSylar, vPeter, Dr. Gray and Nathan started plotting to take out Noah and the Company. I told them I wouldn’t get in the way, but I also told Nathan that I had to get the innocent people out of there. He agreed, but I know he didn’t share that with the others. While Nathan loves me, the other three wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fire because I’m the one who captured Dr. Gray. He was tortured because I pretended to be vPeter and locked him up.
To get the innocent out, I started sucking up to Noah again. I bagged a special that had killed a bunch of people. I did what he wanted to prove he could trust me, but then I saw another Sylar in cell. He’d been there for weeks. They’d trapped him in a nightmare, so he wouldn’t cause any trouble. I went into his head to see what they’d done, and I couldn’t leave him there.
My fucking big heart got in the way of my marbles. If I’d had an ounce of intelligence and control left, I’d have left him there until the attack on the Company. So I broke him out of the cell. Now we’re on the run. I’ve burned my bridges. There’s no way in hell that Noah will ever trust me again. He’ll have a cell set up for me now too, which is the thing I’ve always feared the most. I’m terrified of being locked up like an animal.
Sylar’s no treat either. He’s a dick. I should have left him to suffer. Now we’re hiding, waiting for them to come to us. I sent Nathan a message that I’m OK. But I was lying. I’m not ok. I’m scared.
Blog entry based on my Twitter RP with the Vortex Group
