Post by Peter Petrelli on Mar 4, 2007 17:25:41 GMT -5
The line rang on the other side. He paced around the square. The line picked up and a flurry of hurried words fell on the deaf ears of a mechanised voice telling him to wait. Him...as if he had any time to wait! He resumed pacing around the square. People were starting to stare now...but didn't they have anything better to do than stare at a half-crazy exploding man just trying to save all of the from himself?
Damn. Maybe he should be selling tickets instead. No...no...that was his brother talking, not him--he was trying to save these people, not exploit them and then explode them. So they could just keep their staring to themselves, and hopefully no reporters arrived, because he was going to take enough heat from his brother as it was.
But he wouldn't understand, he couldn't. He had always been the one that fixed things with level-headed reasoning, cool logic, and when all else failed, cold, hard cash. But nothing calm or cool or collected was going to help this time...nothing could.
A voice came on the line, a real voice.
"When's your next flight to..." He paused. Where could he run? He could leave New York, and maybe his brother wouldn't follow, and he would be alright. But what about the innocents wherever he went? How could he decide who should die because of him?
Thank god for random strikes of brilliance. "Nevada. That's where they had all those nuke testings isn't it?"
"Yes, sir." The woman replied. "The next departure for Nevada from New York Central Airport is a 10:30 PM flight to Las Vegas."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Nathan would kill him for not saying goodbye...
But he'd gladly let his brother kill him a thousand times before he'd let his brother die for him once.
"I'll take a one-way ticket. Whatever class you have left."
Damn. Maybe he should be selling tickets instead. No...no...that was his brother talking, not him--he was trying to save these people, not exploit them and then explode them. So they could just keep their staring to themselves, and hopefully no reporters arrived, because he was going to take enough heat from his brother as it was.
But he wouldn't understand, he couldn't. He had always been the one that fixed things with level-headed reasoning, cool logic, and when all else failed, cold, hard cash. But nothing calm or cool or collected was going to help this time...nothing could.
A voice came on the line, a real voice.
"When's your next flight to..." He paused. Where could he run? He could leave New York, and maybe his brother wouldn't follow, and he would be alright. But what about the innocents wherever he went? How could he decide who should die because of him?
Thank god for random strikes of brilliance. "Nevada. That's where they had all those nuke testings isn't it?"
"Yes, sir." The woman replied. "The next departure for Nevada from New York Central Airport is a 10:30 PM flight to Las Vegas."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Nathan would kill him for not saying goodbye...
But he'd gladly let his brother kill him a thousand times before he'd let his brother die for him once.
"I'll take a one-way ticket. Whatever class you have left."
