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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 24, 2008 23:47:10 GMT -5
Five days since Nathan has been assassinated. But yet no suspects, no leads, no arrests. The case was a dead end. And this really troubled the family, even Peter. He loved his brother, even though they planned the whole assassination. He felt guilty, he felt that he should just turn himself in along with Sylar, Holts and Martin. But he also knew that they would all turn against him for doing such a thing.
Peter exited the car and began to walk towards the hearse. He along with Sylar where going to carry the body to its final resting place. Tears where being shed and held back. Hugs dispersed to everyone. Peter opened the back hatch of the hearse, revealing the coffin of Nathan. Cries echoed through the cemetery. Peter gave a quick sniff as he reached for the closest handle and pulled. The coffin slid out from the hearse as more began to grab the handles. Peter stood across from Sylar, for they where gonna lead the coffin to its final destination. Peter sniffed once more as a tear leaked out and rolled down his face. Grabbing the last available handle he lifted the hearse on to his shoulders as they began to walk in the direction of his grave site.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 25, 2008 7:45:19 GMT -5
Sylar never got emotional. He couldn’t believe that killing a high political figure that it would be his own brother. Not that he knew Nathan, but he was still family. He never thought that killing a family member would make him feel guilty. He couldn’t believe this. He wanted to turn himself in, blame this assassination on himself. He could get into trouble, not Peter and the others.
The twin brother of Peter exited the car following Peter to the hearse. Peter and he were going to be the ones that lead the coffin to its final resting place six feet under. He stood across from Peter and grabbed the other side and helped carry the coffin to the grave site. He looked at Peter as tears fell down from his face. He really couldn’t believe that he was actually crying over a brother he never knew.
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Post by clairebear on Oct 25, 2008 7:47:51 GMT -5
Claire couldn't believe what had happened. It wasn't right. She was only just beginning to bond with her real father and now he was cruelly taken away from her. What was worse, she couldn't even cling to Peter for support, because he was still on a very bad path. Sure there was Tracy, Angela and maybe even Sam there, but Peter was the uncle she loved so much and yet now was forced to hate. A year ago Claire didn't think she'd feel so bad if anything had happened to Nathan, but now, he was her dad and he was gone.
She felt empty, like everything had been ripped from underneath her and she hated the feeling. She stood and watched as the coffin was taken out from the hearse, and when Peter grabbed the last handle, she couldn't help but run to him and try and grab him away. "You've got no right to do that" she snapped through her tears, "No right, it's your fault he's here, you remember that" she sobbed, but didn't have the energy to keep pulling at him and just fell onto her knees sobbing her heart out, watching as they carried her father's coffin toward the empty grave.
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Post by angela on Oct 25, 2008 7:58:20 GMT -5
Angela was in a state of shock. Her beloved son Nathan was dead. She couldn't believe she and the others were unable to stop it from happening. It shouldn't have happened. Yes she still had Peter and Gabriel, but Angela knew deep down they were to blame for Nathan's death. However she wasn't going to cause a scene, not at her son's funeral. She'd make sure Peter and Gabriel paid for what they done, but now it was Nathan's time. It was time to say goodbye to the son she adored, even if she hadn't shown it much while he was alive.
She had brought Claire with her. She knew Claire didn't think much of her, but she had agreed to attend the funeral with her. Angela began to see that as a small breakthrough in Claire possibly beginning to bond with her. She had her arm around Claire's shoulder's but then she saw Claire run toward Peter and try and grab him away form the coffin. Angela had kept pretty cool to this point, but seeing Claire in so much pain, caused Angela to start crying also. She wanted to pull Claire away and bring her back to stand beside her, but she felt helpless, just standing watching Claire fall to her knees in devastation.
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Post by tracy on Oct 25, 2008 8:12:38 GMT -5
Tracy had done what she could to keep Claire from breaking down all day. It was a difficult task considering Tracy was almost at break down point herself. Nathan had been her saviour, he'd stopped her from jumping off the bridge that day and from that moment they had become close and now she'd lost him. The little family unit she grown to love with Claire and Nathan had been viciously taken away from her, and when this was over with Tracy would make sure those who were responsible would pay.
Standing beside Claire, with her arm around the young girl's waist she stood as Nathan's coffin was taken out the hearse and everybody stood to hold it and carry it to the grave. Tracy was already sobbing, but trying to stay calm, dabbing at her eyes, and trying to be strong for Claire. Suddenly Claire darted forward and began grab at Peter. She looked at Angela who was standing at the other side of Claire, but she looked as if she was out of it and not realising what was happening.
Tracy went over to Claire and pulled the girl up off her knees and hugged her close to her. "I know Claire, I know, and they wont get away with this, but let's just say goodbye to your father calmly" she whispered into the young girl's ear as she continued to hug her close and soothe her.
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Post by elyn on Oct 25, 2008 9:22:21 GMT -5
At a place with family and friends Derlyn felt somewhat out of place. He had the pleasure of knowing the real Nathan Petrelli. It was nice to talk to someone about his own ability. He almost took a place as a father in his heart. He could never forget that day at the diner the first time they had met. Derlyn could almost make out everyone, Angela, Tracy, and Claire, but the others were new to him.
Not as if it mattered after this Derlyn was to go back into hiding. He held the coffin up along with others. Tears didn't run down his face on the outside, but on the inside he was far torn. Inhaling a breath Derlyn repressed the urge to cry. It was hard to see friends die. But who could have possibly done this? That was the question of the day in his mind.
There was no time for that this was a respectful time for mourning. He silently replied. "Blessed Be."
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Post by impossibleii on Oct 25, 2008 16:48:01 GMT -5
Noah was at the funeral for Claire, and her biological father. He was worried about how Claire would react to this. He knew that she had grown closer with Nathan, and Claire loved him deeply. Noah exited a black vehicle, two away from the hearse, and walked towards it. He was asked to be one of the people that carried the coffin.
Noah watched Claire as she went off on Peter who was once her friend. He knew Peter was evil and was prepared to do anything just incase Peter or anyone else had attempted to harm Claire.
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Post by nortons99 on Oct 25, 2008 17:21:38 GMT -5
Five days it had been since Nathan had been assassinated and Sam had been upset with how things were going with the police. There had been nothing at all that could lead to the arrest of someone for killing Nathan. Sam really had no idea who it was but he had spent all those five days off work cheering up his girlfriend Claire. She had really felt down in the dumps and on a few of the days really really mad at Peter who she seemed to think that was the person responisble for the death of Nathan. Sam didn't really know what to believe he was a man for facts and as much as he hated Peter he couldn't believe that he was the one that killed his brother.
Sam had been terribley upset when he saw that Nathan died because that was a man who risked his life to help save Sam when he had been captured by the villians and Sam was forever greatfull and became good friends with Nathan. But he had come to handle it within days after seeing that Claire was ten times as upset as he was. Now here Sam was carrying the coffin with Sylar and Peter two people that had captured Sam and well one of them was going to kill him while stealing his power. Sam hated these two but he was glad that they turned up to there brothers funeral which was in a way sweet. But he still gave the two a very evil look when they saw him earlier.
Sam looked and saw Claire being comforted by Tracy and gave her a weak smile but hopefully one that would cheer her a little. He should be there with her right now comforting her insted of Tracy but he knew that this would have meant a lot to Nathan him helping carry his coffin.
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Post by blackregret211 on Oct 28, 2008 18:56:08 GMT -5
Peter as he lifted the coffin, was attacked by Claire. "Claire?!" he said in medium-high voice. This is where Peter couldn't hold it in anymore. He began to cry. This was all his fault, she was right. He was the guilty one. No judge, no jury. He considered himself the judge and jury at the same time. Convicted himself of his own crime. Murder.
Peter tried to ignore Claire, though he still loved her. "I am sorry, Claire." He took a sniff as he began to move around Claire and towards the grave.
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Post by General Admin on Oct 28, 2008 22:19:54 GMT -5
Sylar watched as Claire make a scene by them as they were taking Nathan to grave. He really didn’t know why he was even doing this. He didn’t know this person and it was his fault, it was his fault. He was going to take blame for it. He just decided to keep his mouth shut. He looked at the ground as they carried the coffin, reading Peter’s mind. “Peter” He managed to say with a sad tone and tears falling down, “You aren’t to blame, for this, it is my fault and I will take reasonability, for my actions” He said as he turned his head, not looking at Peter.
The villain looked around the people that were watching them. There had to be someone from the company, that was here to arrest them. He would love to be on level five. He looked at his mother, the bitch who told him that he was a Petrelli. “You know what, mother you can take me in after this funeral, you hear me?” shouted Gabriel to his mother, finally considering the fact that she was his mother. He wasn’t going to let Peter go through this. “Pete, this is my fault and I’m going to go to level five after this, I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess” He said as he looked at the ground again. He was going to do this. This was his choice and not Peter’s. It was fault. Not Peter’s, he drug him into this mess with his ability and he was going to take reasonability…level five was his home now.
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Post by clairebear on Oct 29, 2008 20:16:32 GMT -5
After Claire got over her little attack on Peter, she remained on the ground sobbing her heart out over her father. Peter never even said much to her. He knew she was right, she could tell. Even though he sort of yelled at her for having a go, he had to back down because he knew she was right. He then pathetically apologised. She didn't even acknowledge it. Her dad Noah was close by as well, which helped a little. He was making sure nothing would happen to her. Typical of him. Catching Sam giving her the weakest of smiles. But it was enough, she pulled herself together, along with Tracy's comforting, and got up off the ground with her help.
When Tracy spoke words of comfort to her, Claire was very grateful, and hugged into Tracy a lot and just continued to nod her head in agreement to what Tracy had said about making sure they paid for what they done to her father.
When Sylar started telling Angela to take him to level five when the funeral was finished with, Claire couldn't agree more with the idea. She would love to say Peter should be locked up there too with Sylar, but she couldn't. As much as Peter was evil, she knew Peter would never have been like that had it not been for Sylar.
This was a horrible day for Claire and she just wanted it all to end. In fact, she wanted to turn the clock back and to make sure it wouldn't happen in the first place.
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Post by angela on Oct 29, 2008 20:25:17 GMT -5
Angela was still frozen. She shouldn't be standing here watching her beloved son's funeral and final goodbye to the world. It simply shouldn't be happening. Parents were not supposed to outlive their children she thought sadly. If anybody should be in that coffin, it should be her. Not her Nathan.
She was so completely taken over by grief, she couldn't do anything to help her distraught granddaughter. Even when Peter shouted back at her, Angela was frozen, unable to do anything. Tears hadn't quite consumed her yet, but they were about to. Grateful to Tracy for taking care of Claire, and then when Sylar started shouting about being taken to level five, and calling her mother. That's when the tears finally began to fall.
Normally she wouldn't have wanted any of her sons in level five, but after what he did to her Nathan, that's exactly where he was going. Peter however, he could be spared, he could be changed and put into the right direction again, Sylar unfortunately, she felt he was too far gone for being turned in the right direction again.
Finally able to find her voice, between her tears, "You shall be put in level five Gabriel, and I shall do it myself" she said, in a mono tone and continued to watch her son Nathan be carried away in his coffin.
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Post by tracy on Oct 29, 2008 20:31:52 GMT -5
Tracy continued to hug into Claire as the young girl clung to her for comfort. Tracy had already begun to look at her as a surrogate daughter while spending time with Nathan. She would continue to do so now Nathan wasn't in the world, if Claire wanted it, because she believed it would be what Nathan would want. Tracy's sobs were loud as the coffin was carried past her, still clinging to Claire who was also very distraught.
She couldn't believe it when Sylar started shouting about being taken to level five. There was a time and a place for it, and now wasn't it. She wasn't about to make it any worse by retaliating, so she stayed quiet. It seemed Sylar's words broke Angela out of her trance however, as she answered Sylar, by saying, that's exactly where he would go and she'd take him there herself.
Just Sylar thought Tracy, what about Peter? Then she looked down at the sobbing Claire and knew that Peter being locked away wouldn't help the situation, it was obvious by her earlier reaction and by Peter's return reaction, the two of them still had deep feelings and love for each other as uncle and niece. Tracy just wanted the day to end, she wished her power now was being able to manipulate time, so she could turn it back and stop the two of them from ever getting anywhere near her Nathan. Her soulmate, the love of her life.
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Post by elyn on Oct 30, 2008 15:25:48 GMT -5
All the screaming was making the coffin rock emotions were at last rising to the top. Mostly everyone was breaking out into tears. At last the coffin was steady, and was walking even closer to the grave. Then listening to the talk about Level Five made Derlyn talk out. "I hardly think that this is the best of times to talk about such a place. Leave it to after the funeral. This is a time of mourning treat it like that and not a confession box." The Company had been really helpful in taming Derlyn's other personality Leon Thorn.
All the things Leon did was out of Derlyn's hands and they actually could see that in him. And the Company was able to knock Leon down a few less migraines down. That was a little after shooting him with a tranquilizer. Even though he stayed in a cell taking multiple pills a day he was safe.
So they are Angela's sons, Nathan's brothers...somewhat interesting. But still he know knew what happened. Deduction was easy, They killed Nathan. And they should pay more than to just be put in a cell. Anger boiled in his blood.
But Derlyn would have to stay calm there were too many emotions already. He didn't want to add to the already overflowing pot. And as they continue to walk toward the grave. Derlyn began to realize that it was official Nathan was dead. There was no reviving him now. Nothing.
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Post by impossibleii on Nov 9, 2008 16:57:27 GMT -5
Noah just watched as everyone was having a saddened face on. And he only had a normal every day face. As that was what he was trained for. Which was NEVER get attached to anyone that close.
He valued the training, as it helped him with daily issues and all. AS he finished scanning the crowd of people, gripped onto the coffin a bit harder, and was just regretting for Claire to go through the pain.
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