Lost Edge - Peter Petrelli [1]

Unexpected

3rd Person

[EXT. (NEW YORK) DEVEAUX BUILDING – ROOFTOP — NIGHT THE PIGEON COOP] There's a long piece of wood leaning against the coop. It moves and vanishes. Both Peter and Claude are invisible. "UGH!" The water puddles on the roof around the pigeon coop ripples as an invisible Peter and an invisible Claude run around the rooftop. There are more thudding and grunting sounds.

WHACK! GRUNT.

WHACK! GRUNT.

WHACK! GRUNT.

Claude is attacking Peter with the piece of wood, long enough to be a quarterstaff.
"Enough!" Peter yells holding his stomach. "I say when it's enough!" With the tip of the wooden staff, Claude pushes Peter into the pigeon coop. "You've got a power to stop me. What are you waiting for?" He says mocking Peter. Claude is merciless. He knocks Peter's feet out from under him. Peter lands hard on his side. He quickly gets to his feet and ducks as Claude swings the staff at his head. Claude jabs, Peter parries. He hits Peter in the stomach. Peter doubles over.

Peter grunts "I'm trying!" Claude twirls the staff as he moves closer to Peter. Claude scoffs "And when you've left New York a smoking wasteland, we'll put that on your tombstone; 'Here lies Peter Petrelli. He Tried'. " Claude jabs. Peter catches the tip of the staff and holds it. Claude swings out of Peter's grip and hits Peter hard in the chest. Peter rolls over and gets back on his feet. He's still clutching his stomach. "Dig into that file cabinet of yours and pull something out! Fly! Stop time! Paint me a pretty picture! Do ..." He whacks him "Something"

He whacks his once more "Unexpected!" He swings down hard on Peter's head ... and stops! Peter lifts his head and glares at Claude. The staff stops mid-swing about a foot away from Peter's head as if a force were keeping it away from him. The wood bends. Claude stares at the wood, but doesn't let up. Peter keeps it up. Then the staff snaps in two.

"Ha-ha! You pushed that away with your mind. Which one of your sorry friends has telekinesis?" He says pleased "None of 'em do." He thinks about it and it comes to him. "Oh, right – That guy who was chasing Claire in Texas. He sent some lockers flying at me."

"Texas? And you pulled that little trick out in the here and now?" Claude walks around Peter and picks up another staff leaning against the roof wall. "Well, we might just have a chance at stopping you from going nuclear." Claude swings and whacks Peter in the face. Sage was watching from the garden this whole time and just glares at the two men.

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Claude takes a pigeon out of the coop. Peter looks around and notices that Sage is looking at the flowers in the garden, but doesn't say anything. "What's this all about anyways?" He closes the coop door and walks around to the other side of the coop. "What's what?" He asked because he wasn't listening  "The birds. I mean, you — you sort of hate everything, everyone. Except you treat these pigeons like they're family."

He puts the pigeon in the coop and closes the door. "Charles Darwin bred pigeons when he was working out his theory of evolution. Married up various permutations to get maximum potential."

"What do you mean by that, maximum potential?" Claude looks at Peter. "I think he meant you, friend." Peter turns away and walks over to the edge of the rooftop.
"But you used to care. About all this."

(HEAT VISION POV: Peter and Claude light up red as the goggles register THERMAL ACTIVITY. Sites are on Peter first, then on Claude, who is closer.)

"Didn't you?" Peter asked Rather than answer him, Claude turns. "Alright, sharing time's over. Time to get—" Mr. Bennet fires the taser and it hits Claude in the neck. "Ahhh!!"