Peter stepped off the night bus, still in his scrubs from the day's work. Walking down the dismal alleyway towards his empty apartment, he glimpsed the moving shadow of a man behind him. The assailant knew that the brother of a congress candidate was a high-profile target. But he had chosen to remain here, a part of New York City where he would be one of hundreds of street shootings. After all, who could possibly guess at the real motive? He didn't even bother to move the body. morgieb is dead. He was Peter Petrelli. ~ It is now Day One. With 21 alive, 11 votes are needed for a majority.