Hello all, after my last exciting romp and blog, I decided to take my future into my own hands and contact my illegitimate offspring for a little help with my gaping bullet wounds. Although the deal I made with the devil is keeping my alive temporarily, I don’t know how much longer my reprieve will last. All the bleeding I’m doing is getting on my nerves too. You have no idea how difficult it is to pick up hot chicks with blood running down your chest. Thank God, I’m gorgeous or I would be the loneliest guy on the planet, well next to Claire’s half-brother, Lucus. Unfortunately, Claire is proving a little difficult to track down, so I had to hire a private detective to help me out. Naturally, as a Petrelli, I had to hire the best; and in this case, the best happens to reside in Hawaii. His name is Magnum, Magnum P.I. Isn’t it cool the way his last name is the same as his profession?
I have to tell you, I’m pretty happy with my choice. Not only do I get to bask in the sun, but my new P.I. friend…he has a certain way with the chicks too. I told him about my little problem of course and he felt that it was imperative that we begin our search immediately. I was uncertain how the plan would work…you know, with us in Hawaii and Claire somewhere in CA; but Mag, that’s what I call him, was insistent, so I followed his advice and we were off to follow up our first lead.
As soon as we arrived at Casa LaBrestage, I felt convinced we wouldn’t find Claire. Mag began to explain that his contact was meeting us there, but I had already lost interest in everything he was saying because this vision of beauty and love presented herself to me. I have never felt such a connection with a woman in my entire life. I tried to get her name and number, but her dumb boyfriend showed up. At first, he just sat beside me with a $@$# look on his face, but when he noticed me giving her the wink, he became a little hostile. The situation would have resulted in fisticuffs had the barbarian not reminded me of my little Pete. Anyway, Mag and I were promptly shown the exit and our first search ended in failure. Mag told me not to worry though. He said, “As long as you have money, we will find another ‘lead.’
I couldn’t concentrate on leads though. All I could think of was my new, future Mrs. Petrelli. I just have to figure out a way to steal her away from the Peter look alike. She was so shy and delicate. My sweet little flower. I will woo her, and she will be mine, oh yes…she will be mine.
Could it be…Preter?
Peter is with me celebrating the birth of our new son Peter named ‘Gizmo’
He has big ears like yours and big soulful eyes like Peter.
After Peter gave birth to him(so he told me) He said we must never feed him after Midnight or get him wet.
Your family is messed up!
Have to go-Gizmo is tap dancing.
Why won’t you just die already?
It’s all about evolution…I am too evolved to die just because I’ve suffered from radiation poisoning; and i’m too evolved to die from these gun shot wounds…I think…
Evolved?
Hm, try some of your Superpowers to pay some child support.