Victorious Secret write-up, continued.
Peter found himself in Long Island. He never liked it here, the air was always too crisp, and it seemed the wind here was the only wind his breaker couldn't break. Port Washington. Peter dashed up over the gate, to the front door. For some reason, he felt colder. He thought about knocking, but considering the importance of this task, he creaked the door open and slunk inside. He was greeted by the most magnificent of sights.
Everything appeared to be crafted out of crystal. Peter stood in awe as gigantic, transparent chandeliers swayed from the ceiling. He noticed his body temperature was no longer anchored by biology, and even though inside this mansion the air was well below freezing, he was comfortable. He grabbed the sleeve of his windbreaker and slid it off, and tossed it aside. Thwap. It stuck to one of the glistening columns. After exploring for a while, he wondered what he was looking for, what he was sent here to do.
He walked up to a crystal statue of a man, admiring the craftsman ship. The eyes looked so real.
It blinked.
Peter gasped, and stumbled backward. The crystalline man changed his hue to be more normal looking.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, that works every time!!! Every single time!" The man was now doubled over in a frosty laughter.
"But... why-" Peter attempted to speak.
"Dude, you can't tell I'm here when I have no vital signs!! I totally know who you are. Jean already pretty much told me the whole deal, I just wanted you freak out!" He continued laughing.
"Who are you?" Peter looked on with angst.
"I'm
Bobby Drake! So cool to meet you! Yeah, I know your deal. You get our powers by being near us, and you are supposed to be so understanding and conflicted. My advice, dude. Chill out."
Bobby transformed back into his full ice body. "Dude, when I'm like this, call me Iceman. By the way, I noticed you were checking out my work" He brandished his blue hand towards the chandeliers and pillars. "All ice, my man. I'm telling you, this is great. Don't steal my designs though! See you on the islands!" And Bobby promptly walked through the front door, and zipped away, leaving a trail of ice behind.
Peter awoke in the tunnels under London. A strange man in a mask held a rose. He appeared to glance at Peter, and he began pacing.
"I have no powers for you to possess, but what I can offer goes further than any ability. I am a vendor of virtue and veracity, and I use vicious vices to sway the vandals of our vanity toward one, vital view. When villains hope to vindicate their various vocations, I volunteer to void their volatility, I venture to vocalize our evolution. This vision exists not in vengeance, but instead in vivid virulence for those who make vows of violence, and we will vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the vicious and voracious violation of volition. While there are those who would simply dismiss my validity as venomous vitriol, I would hope that you are one who would not as we strive for victory. I might add that it is my pleasure to have you in my company and you may call me
V."
Peter was taken aback as V carved a 'v' into the wall using a stiletto.
V continued "I know why you have come, and I know I must leave London. I would hope you have it within you to complete your errand, but hope is so subjective. I will, however, see you on the fantastic island I was told to vacation to." And with a whip of his cloak, V was gone.
Peter blinked in angst. A rush of air took him by surprise. He has sprinted back in time. In time, he came across a marble building. He wandered inside, where he heard voices.
A man whispered "Then what must a king do to save his world when the very laws he has sworn to protect force him to do nothing?"
Peter felt compelled to interrupt. "It is not a question of what a citizen should do, nor a husband, nor a king. Instead, ask yourself, what should a free man do?" He put his hand to his mouth in awe.
The man looked up from his wife. The moment was frozen in time, only the man and Peter were aware.
"And, who might you be? What sorcery is this?" The man began to get angry.
Peter found himself talking again. "Save your anger good
King Leonidas, for your concern is a resource. We need you."
"Need me for what, I might ask?" Leonidas was perplexed.
"These ideals you worked so hard to create are challenged in a time far gone from your own. However, we need your strategy, we need your fire, we need your strenght. Come with me. I am Peter Petrelli."
"To another time?"
"You will return to this exact moment once success is achieved." Peter explained.
"Time travel!? This is madness!"
"Madness, no. This is a Nokiaaaaa!!." Peter pulled out his cell phone. Phoenix then transported them both back to the Galapagos Islands, where they began planning the defense of the world.
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