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heroslayer is used with permission while Peter is an NPC because ... well, yeah.]
Peter Petrelli is dead.
Claire isn’t even sure when it happens, but it does.
One minute, he’s standing right there in front of her, and the next he’s gone, scattered into the tiniest of pieces across the room. His blood hangs in the air like a fine mist that catches in her mouth and weighs heavy and coppery against his tongue. She can’t even make a sound when it happens because it’s all too fast. There’s no warning she can issue, nothing she can say. It’s just—over.
Odessa is where it began and Odessa is where it ends.
Peter is dead.
In one fraction of a second, her family is gone.
( *** )
1551 words
heroslayer is used with permission while Peter is an NPC because ... well, yeah.]Peter Petrelli is dead.
Claire isn’t even sure when it happens, but it does.
One minute, he’s standing right there in front of her, and the next he’s gone, scattered into the tiniest of pieces across the room. His blood hangs in the air like a fine mist that catches in her mouth and weighs heavy and coppery against his tongue. She can’t even make a sound when it happens because it’s all too fast. There’s no warning she can issue, nothing she can say. It’s just—over.
Odessa is where it began and Odessa is where it ends.
Peter is dead.
In one fraction of a second, her family is gone.
( *** )
1551 words
