Date: March, 2006
Characters: Nathan Petrelli.
Summary: Having been trapped inside the house due to his bedridden state Nathan can't resist the lure of the inviting sky, but that however doesn't mix well with his wounds- thankfully he lands next to a hotel.
Status: In Progress
Open to New York
He needed to get out of what felt like a cage-Out of his office window. He shoot up, ripping into the air as fast and as hard as he could manage. Clouds rolled over each other, twisting and writhing as the raging, icy wind welted at his skin like gashing whips. All that mattered to Nathan then was the city beneath him. The speed and how he had to keep flying higher-yearning that feeling he got when he and Peter went flying.
His heart pounded inside his chest, his blood burned through his veins as he pushed himself further and faster, because he needed the pain of air searing his lungs, and of human muscles trembling with exertion. He was flying away from everything, hoping that he could somehow leave everything behind him if he just flew high enough, fast enough.
But then, due to exhaustion his feet hint the alley pavement too many stories down, landing next to a dirty puddle gleaming with a layer of oil. For a second he pictured his boys jumping and splashing, ruining the adorable little outfits their mum put them in that morning, until he realised with some thankfulness that he was standing right next to a hotel- and given the fact that needed clear out the oozing blood from his gash wounds, he checked in.
The blood soaked towel feels like lead in his hands as he washes it out, transfixed by the sight of red swirling down the drain. His own blood. Something he never wanted to see. But, despite his emotions doing a pre-homicidal workout on his flying skills and wounded state, He is now left with a lighter heart and a lighter head, which by all means is not entirely a bad thing.
However, All he wants now is to have a hot shower with a lot of soap, before curling into a ball on the king sized mattress.