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Post by parker on Mar 15, 2009 18:50:52 GMT -5
Parker saw his mother standing in front on him as guards pulled her back. “Parker run!” She scream as she then was taken away. He tried to scream out but he couldn’t so he ran. He was scream since he was in an almost looking basement that looked like a warehouse he had been to once with his uncle.
He saw someone fly into the room so he tucked looking at the man hoping he would know him so he could ask for help but he had no clue who the man was. He only thought that his leather jacket looked cool. He then ran to the other man who flew into the room. He hugged his legs excited that he had came to his rescues. “Help me.” He looked at the man who was important to him till he looked different. He was scarier now.
“Help me!”
Parker jumped out of his bed and looked around the room. He saw the sun was out and looked at his clock which was digital so he could read it. 8-0-0. He grabs his teddy bear that he named Chester and ran down the hall smacking the hands of each guard that passed him.
He walked into the kitchen and saw the man that was in his dream. The one that changed and looked scary. He smiled at him running jumping on the man’s lap pulling him into a hug. “Uncle Nate.” he looked at the man in the eye as he gave him a cute smile. “Can I have waffles?”
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 15, 2009 21:59:47 GMT -5
It was just a typical day in the White House the economy was now a lot stronger than ever and the War on Terror was still going on. Sylar disguised as Nathan Petrelli was wondered more about the War on Terror and those terrorists who seemed to become more – like he was a person with extraordinary abilities. He secretly was disgusted with those people now. If he wasn’t playing President he would have been saving the world – like Gabriel Gray would save the world.
Of course, why would Gabriel want to save the world? He was happy running the most powerful nations in the world and they all had no clue that their precious President had been slain five years ago and that he was the one in charge. The man blamed for doing a lot of cruel things to the public. He was the one everyone feared even though he wanted to be so normal and yet he wasn’t normal. He wanted to be the good guy and yet in reality his destiny was to be the villain.
The quiet people always were the ones that everyone should fear. Or that was the best logical sense that came out of his brain. It was just his personal opinion and he wasn’t going to rant on his personal opinion. He had a reputation to keep: he had to be liberal and the conservative. He had to be the best President then his processor – not Nathan Petrelli. But the President that came before Petrelli. He had been elected for a record third term. He was the second President in United States History to have a third term since Franklin Roosevelt. He really didn’t mind. He kind of liked to be on top of the world. He liked this.
Nevertheless, he made Mohinder Suresh to be the savior. He made everyone think that Mohinder was the savior because he killed a terrorist – the most fear one. Of course, in the reality Mohinder had really killed Nathan Petrelli and only Sylar knew about that. He just decided to let Mohinder figure that part out. The man was after all now the Secretary of State. It was a shame really that it had to come to that, but Sylar really didn’t care.
Sylar was a bad man to begin with. He had abandon his son and here he was raising another child. A child he deemed to be the savior of people who had lost their abilities because of this purge if you would call that of people using the Shanti Virus to get rid of their power or those pharmaceutical companies telling people with abilities that they can help them and they do, but only for a limited amount of time.
Life in this time was very difficult. Sylar sighed as all of sudden Parker, the boy he had stole from his lousy cousin Peter and his wife Becca. The boy had hugged him and Sylar just couldn’t help, but smile. He laughed, “Of course you can have waffles” He said in a friendly tone. Parker kind of reminded him of Noah, expect Parker wasn’t as annoying as Noah was.
[[sry got carried away, lol]]
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Post by parker on Mar 16, 2009 8:43:09 GMT -5
Parker smiled at his uncle as he sat down on his own seat. He liked living in a huge house but sometimes he would have to hide when bad people would come and try to hurt his uncle. He thought of Nathan as his father since he had never known who his real dad was. His mom would tell him that his dad was a hero and would save the world but he could never understand why the world needed saving.
“Uncle Nate when’s mama coming to visit?” He asked while raising an eye brow as he learned from his uncle on occasion when he saw him speak to his team.
He knew his mother didn’t like him staying with his uncle but she never said anything about him living with her. She worked for his uncle and came to visit him anytime she got the chance but lately she hadn’t been around.
Parker looked at the chef who handed him his waffles. “Thanks.” He was raised to be a nice man. Parker only wanted to play and have fun but he knew he had a special ability which he only used once for a test as his uncle put it. He didn’t know why he couldn’t help people with powers because his mom and uncle never told him why. He was smart for his age being able to read and write already but that was because he didn’t go to a regular preschool with a million kids he went to one with only five children.
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 16, 2009 21:56:22 GMT -5
Sylar gave a smile and sighed as he watched Parker go and sit at the table. He looked at the Chef and told to cook Parker some waffles. It was the least the chef could do. He grabbed a morning paper and sat down across from Parker awaiting the food.
He knew that soon Parker was going to ask about his mother. It was a typical morning routine around the White House. Sylar had told Becca she could see her son anytime or he thought he did. He just wasn’t sure if he gave her that luxury. In his mind he thought he did.
He read the paper as he debated if he should just say what he always said. Perhaps he would just give Parker a new answer that would make the kid think that he was actually feeding him new information. The kid was smart for his age. He decided that he would at least give the kid something new for a change.
He looked up from his paper and smiled. “Soon, maybe even this weekend” He said in a warm tone as the chef brought the food that he had ordered him to cook. He placed the paper down and began to take a bit out of his breakfast. “Good?” he asked as he drank his orange juice.
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Post by parker on Mar 17, 2009 7:57:07 GMT -5
Parker squealed with excitement when his uncle talked about his mother. “I can’t wait. We should go to the park together with her.” The young child had no idea why his mother seemed to always be on her toes around Uncle Nathan. It was as if she was hiding something from him.
He took a big bite of his food and shook his head. ‘Very good.” He states while chomping down on his waffles. It was always quite in the white house or when he was around. Nothing ever happened. “Johnny the boy in my class said someone came to his house and clew up his tv.” To the world around Parker he was just a boy living a great life but he knew something about his life was different. “Haley hasn’t been back to class after I told you she can breathe underwater.”
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 17, 2009 10:20:57 GMT -5
Sylar expected Parker to be excited. “Maybe to the Zoo?” He asked in a suggestive tone. The zoo always seemed fun and they had new exhibits this year. Sylar had read in the paper or was told by one of his cabinet members that the zoo had bears.
The older man nodded and began to finish his food. He raised an eyebrow as Parker told him about this one boy Johnny. “Oh-I-See” He said in a interesting voice. He then shook his head. “I remember you telling me about Haley, but I don’t know what happened to her” In truth Sylar knew what happened to her. He killed her gained her ability.
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Post by parker on Mar 17, 2009 10:39:04 GMT -5
“I love the zoo. The monkeys are awesome.” Parker stated as he took a sip of his orange juice that was in a sippy cup. “Johnny said that his dad blew up the tv but he didn’t know how. Haley was my girlfriend.” He now looks sad but jumps back to his perky self as he starts to look at his own newspaper the staff would lay on the table next to where he sat. He wanted to be just like his uncle Nathan.
Parker turned to the first page seeing a picture of a man it was the same picture he had found one time while he was running in the attic. “Uncle Nate isn’t this someone you know?” He points to the picture of Peter. “It says cri--min--nnal. That means bad guy right?” He looked at the picture again then to his uncle.
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 17, 2009 15:56:58 GMT -5
“Yes, the monkeys are awesome” Sylar said with a slight nod as he drank the rest of his orange juice and finished the rest of his breakfast. He just looked at Parker and was amazed at the kid’s imagination. He made a mental note in his head to have Anders go after Johnny’s father. He then gave a frown when Parker said that Haley was his girlfriend. “You’re too young to have a girlfriend Parker” He said as he laughed when Parker was reading the newspaper.
He just watched Parker for a moment and hoped that things couldn’t get any worse and they did. They always had to get bad sooner or later. It kind of pissed of Sylar, but he didn’t want to lose his cool around this kid. After all he was a cousin to the Petrelli’s. He wasn’t going to tell that to Parker. He just frowned, “Yes I know that person” He commented with a slight pause and nodded, “Yes criminal means bad guy, there are a lot of bad guys, and that guy in a very bad man” He said in serious tone.
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Post by parker on Mar 17, 2009 16:34:38 GMT -5
Parker looked at him. “But the picture I saw of you guys it looked you were friends.” He saw one of them hugging or something he didn’t remember. “Why is he bad? Did he go to jail cause his toys weren’t picked up?” He questioned remembering one time someone had yelled at him because he left his toys by the oval office.
He took his last bite of his waffle before looking back at the paper. “What’s his name?” He started to looked more in depth for it but found nothing. “They don’t give his name. He looks like you.” He held the picture up to Nathan’s face. “He’s got your nose.”
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 19, 2009 9:26:52 GMT -5
Sylar sighed and wondered how he should approach the situation at hand. He wasn’t sure how he was going to approach it. He just had to keep his cool. He simply smiled, “He was my brother” he began as he shook his head. “He is bad because he wants to hurt people, he betrayed his country and that is why he is in jail” Sylar remarked in a calm voice.
“His name is Peter” Sylar said shaking his head. This kid was asking too many questions and he didn’t like this one bit. But he was choosing his words very carefully. “They don’t show his name because they don’t know who he is, he has had many alias” He said shaking his head again “And I told you earlier, that was my brother”
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Post by parker on Mar 19, 2009 10:23:41 GMT -5
Parker looked at his uncle unsure how to take the news. “He’s got a P name like mine.” He smiles at him as he looks at the paper. “He’s a bad man. You can stop him right?” He hoped his uncle could stop him know he wondered where his father was. “Mamma says that my daddy died. He was your brother too right?” Parker wasn’t sure of how he could be related to Nathan knowing very well that his Aunt Molly was his mom’s baby sister and knowing that Nathan wasn’t his mom’s brother.
All Parker to know was about his family because in reality he only had his mother and uncle who hated each other. No one could tell by the way they acted towards each other but he felt it or rather had a dream where the two were fighting. He woke up and the next day he saw the scene play out like it had in his head.
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 19, 2009 16:01:34 GMT -5
“Yes, he does have a P in his name like yours” He said with a gentle smile and nodded. “I can stop him” He reassured him. He frowned a bit when Parker began to speak of his father. “Yes, he was” He hoped that the kid didn’t ask any more questions. To be honest, he felt that the child was asking too much questions.
Honestly, Sylar hated to talk about family around Parker. If Parker only knew the truth. Sylar was sort of his second cousin once removed or something like that. Relative shit wasn’t exactly Sylar’s specialty. He knew that he was related to the Petrelli’s, but never question on why he didn’t know them. It was just damn confusing. All he wanted was the kid to have a simple life and not know his real family. He had to make sure that it didn’t happen. That was his goal.
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Post by parker on Mar 20, 2009 6:31:08 GMT -5
“My dad must have loved Peter very much since my name stats with a P.” Parker smiled as he got out of his chair and went for his backpack that was set on the kitchen bench. He had to go to preschool today which meant he would find more out about Johnny’s dad. He stood at the table looking at his uncle. Trying to find if they looked alike in anyway which was very little if any.
He hugged Nathan as he looked up at his eyes. “Uncle Nate can you please take me to school today? Please Mohinder smells bad in morning when he takes me.” He hated anyone that would take away his uncle for days at a time but he knew Nathan was in charge of the world and it needed to be saved.
(OOC: wrap up? ur post can be the last one)
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Post by futuresylar on Mar 20, 2009 8:06:19 GMT -5
“Your father did” He said with a slight nod as he watched Parker went for the kitchen bench to get his backpack. It was just a typical day. Parker was to be dropped off at pre-school. Usually Sylar had asked the cabinet to do it. He wondered which member he could sucker into getting Parker to school.
He was thinking of that when he randomly was hugged by Parker. He looked down at Parker and listened to what Parker had to say. It would seem that Parker wanted him to take him to school. Perhaps he could that. “Yes, I’ll take you” He said with a slight pause as he got up. “Mohinder is out of the country, and he is Indian what else to you expect from them?” Sylar said a bit sarcastic. He held out his hand for Parker. “Let’s go”
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