"Rise of Legends" Heroes RPG Vol.1 IC Thread 2.0

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Welcome to Vol.1 of the Heroes RPG!!

:RULES:

-Players can choose any character from the Heroes tv show. Players who have proved themselves as good RPer's will also have the option to create a character, and/or take up a second character. No God-Like characters.

-Everyone exists in the same timeline. No alternate realities.

-No Killing. Unnamed faceless NPC's may be killed, but not established characters. Someone else may want to take up the character, or they may be important to another story.

-You can go anywhere on Earth but do so within your characters means.

-You are your character, so act like it. Talk like them, use there dialouge. Do not exaggerate your powers, or pop-up here and there without explination.

-Several stories can be going at once, and you have the freedom to interact with other characters.

-Time travel will need AGM approval.

-You must post at least once every two weeks, though it is preferred that you post more. If you go two weeks without a post without prior notice, your character is up for grabs.

-You must have at least 50 posts on the Hype boards to be eligible to play. If your below 50 posts you can submit a sample post for AGM approval. If approved you many be admitted into the game.

-Custom characters will only be able to have one ability. No multiple powers, no power mimicing or absorption.

-And of course, all regular rules of the Hype apply.

-Have fun.



"Rise of Legends" Heroes RPG Application

Screen Name:

Character you would like to play:

Powers and a brief description of the character in proper English:

Font and Color:

Three reasons why you have chosen that character:

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What can you bring to this game?



How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards:






Official Vol.1 Roster.

Heroes

Peter Petrelli
Eddie Brock Jr.

Nathan PetrelliApprentice

Hiro Nakamura
Byrd Man

Scott Darren
Blacklight

Monica Dawson
Apprentice

Michael Brown
Eddie Brock Jr.

Mohinder Suresh
Apprentice

Walking the Line

Noah Bennet
MaskedManJRK


Elle Bishop
Syn (Mercenary)

Claude Rains
NowufaceDoom

The Haitian
Eddie Brock Jr.


Villains

Gabriel Gray AKA Sylar
Venom160

Adam Monroe
Syn (Mercenary)

Jimmy Ryons
JinnSato

Shanti
Syn (Mercenary)


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Check the OOC thread for for the most up to date roster.

[Eddie Brock]

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"Robertson, we sit in the desk, not on it," I remind my student over the roar of the classroom. I make my way to my desk and put my papers down. As I turn around, I see a paper airplane making its premiere flight towards the blackboard. Acting quickly, I snatch the crude model by its fuselage - halting its progression. As I crumple it up, I announce, "Ok, let's get settled. The next 45 minutes are my time."

Sure enough, the noise level of the room dulls to a point where I can hear myself thinking again. I'd like to think that my students respect me, and that's why they respond so pertinently to my orders. I try to be relaxed without being too informal.

As I lean against my desk, I begin to speak again. "Today, we will be talking about the attack on Pearl Harbor."

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"Who can tell me the date of this attack?" I ask rhetorically. "Angelina?"

"December 7, 1941."

I nod and smile. "Very good. And who was the President of the United States at that time? Cliff?"

"Franklin Delano Roosevelt?"

"You got it," I respond. "And they say kids these days are uneducated..."

There are some chuckles as I pick up the VCR remote. "I have a video to show for you. It shouldn't take the whole period, and it outlines the causes for Pearl Harbor pretty well. So pay attention."

As I flick the switch, I make my way to the back of the room - where there are available desks. Settling into one, I press 'PLAY' and let the video roll. For some reason, with the lights out and everything, I begin to feel a little drowsy. But I know that I got plenty of sleep, so it doesn't make sense. Nonetheless, I allow myself to close my eyes...just for a moment.

***

When I open them, I'm standing in front of the door to the Oval Office of the White House. The place is abuzz with activity. I try to tell myself that it's a dream, but no dreams of mine have ever been this real. I feel like I'm actually there.

"Excuse me," I call out to a man who's passing. He doesn't seem to notice me. Thinking nothing of it, I try again with the next person.

"Excuse me."

No response. Now, I'm starting to get distressed. When the third person passes, I attempt to grab their shoulder. But much to my dismay, I am unable to make physical contact. The person walks right through my hand...like I'm a ghost.

"What happened?" I hear someone behind me ask. I turn to see that two men are conversing.

"You didn't hear? Pearl Harbor was attacked," the second man responds.

Pearl Harbor?

That's when I start to really look at my surroundings. I start to notice that the people around me are dressed rather...oddly - at least, by modern standards. I can tell that I'm in the White House, but there's a whole different feel to it.

"Oh my God...December 7, 1941."

Immediately after my epiphany, I turn to see FDR walking down the hall. I'm looking at the 32nd President of the United States. His expression mirrors mine - although I now know that his is due to the grave news he has received.

***

"Mr. B? Mr. B, wake up!"

I open my eyes to see a collection of students huddled around me. "Huh?"

"You were asleep, and we couldn't wake you up," my student Brian explains. "Your eyes were open...but they had these strange cataracts over them."

I sit up straight in my seat as I process this information.

"I was just having a strange dream...that's all..."

[MaskedManJRK]

My name is Noah Bennet. I am an agent for The Company.

I used to love my job. I thought I was doing something good, something important, something that will make the world a better place to live in.

Then my boss told me that they wanted to bring Claire in. I saw what they did to Elle. Hell, I even helped. When I thought of what they would do to my daughter, my eyes were ripped open and I saw The Company for what they really are. I left as soon as I got the chance.

I wanted to bring The Company down. I wanted to expose them for what they really are. But I was betrayed and I was killed for my troubles.

For those wondering: no, I did not see any bright lights or pearly gates. One second I was staring at Mohinder holding a humongeous gun to my face, the next I was staring at the werehouse the Company calls the hospital with my daughter's healing blood pumping into me.

They made me a deal. No, not a deal, that says I got something I wanted from them. I was given an ultimatum: go back into the fold, tell my daughter to stop her from revealing her powers to the world, or the Company would force her themselves. When I saw my family for the last time, I wanted to tell them how much I truely loved them, but, to be honest, I just wanted to get the hell out of there--I've made a deal with the devil, and I knew it.

A few days after I got back, I was summoned into Bob's office.

"Nathan Petrelli's going to talk. He's preparing a confrence. I've made all the arrangements. You know what to do, right?"

"Yeah," I turn to walk out the door when I heard Bob speak again.

"Don't look so glum, Noah. If you hadn't joined, I would be doing the same to your daughter." I turn back to him.

"Don't mistake my compliance for obedience, Bob. I'm about to kill my daughter's biological father for doing the same thing that we all were about to do, how the hell do you expect me to act?"

I start to shut the door, open it up and look back at Bob.

"By the way, if you ever even subtlely threaten my daughter again, I will kill you. Like I said before your broken-nosed Native shot me in the face: I kill you, the Company dies with you, and my troubles are over. Just FYI."

The Company lets me use their jet to take me to the confrence. They must be scared as all hell. From what I can tell, no attempts to contact or negotiate with him. They probably think a former Congressman, even a disgraced one, has more credibility then Claire, so they're hauling ass before they do something.

I walk into the confrence room and case out the room. The room is packed with reporters firmly paying attention to what's in front of them. The confrence hasn't started yet--that's odd. I've done hits like this before, and they're usually chatting to each other before it begins. I realize why when they step onto stage.

Nathan Petrelli steps onto stage, alongside his brother Peter and Matt Parkman. That explains why--he must have gotten more to Maury's level of power. This could complicate things--the reporters won't be able to see me, but the other two will be able to see me amonst the chaos since they will still be recovering from his grip. I'll have to make my escape fast. Nathan starts talking.

"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way."

I take my gun from my holster with a lot more effort then usual. Parkman's power must be getting to me, too, or it's just his words. I can relate.

But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth."

I lift my gun and aim towards Nathan Petrelli's head.

I'm a Company Man again.

God help me.

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Chapter 1: Hell's Angel Part 1

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New York, New York
The Company

In the middle of a city sits the Primatech Paper building. A company that has tried to uphold the image of hard working individuals and customer service. But inside, a different type of work takes place than the packing, shipping, and production of paper. Inside is, The Company. The organization that has tried to act as the constable of superhuman affairs for years.

The leader and one of the founders, Bob Bishop, sits in his office, looking through various files and sifting through piles of paper work. A knock comes at the door, and he waves the man in.

“Hello, David.” Bob says with a sigh. “Did you need something?”

“Um, yes, Mr. Bishop.” The man says flustered. “Um…I got word that you’ve had a solo agent going around behind our backs for a few months now. Is this true?” Bob smiles, and gets up from his desk slowly.

“David, I don’t keep any secrets from my staff.” He says with a sadistic smile. “I gave you and a few other deans the memo about a new company employed agent months ago. Ever since the Haitian went missing, we needed a new…how should I put this?” Bob pauses, and holds his hand to his mouth, tapping his chin. “We needed a new in field agent who could…round up loose ends for us.”

“What kind of loose ends?” David asks curiously.

“People who used to work here, David.” Bob says with a smile. “People who know too much. People who could jeopardize this company and all we've tried to do.” The man stares at Bob in silence for a few moments. He thinks to himself the proper way to phrase his next question.

“Well…” He starts. “The Haitian could…wipe memories, right?”

“That’s correct.” Bob states calmly.

“Well, what’s this new one’s power?” He pauses. “And what’s their name for that matter?” Bob smiles halfheartedly, and walks back to his desk. He picks up a file, and walks back over to David.

“Her name is Shanti.” Bob starts.

“Like…Mohinder’s sister?” David asks.

“Not exactly.” Bob says as he hands the file to him. “Shanti’s a…hired hand.” David stares at Bob with a look of frustration.

“Don’t tell me you hired a mercenary.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Mr. Light.” Bob says sternly. “It’s not your concern who I hire around here.” David sneers, and opens the file.

“So…she has clairvoyance?” He says as he glances at one of the pages. “I thought we already had someone who could use that for us.”

“Yes. Molly Walker. But, you see, Shanti’s…different.”

“How so?”

“Shanti’s power is far more advanced than Molly’s. And she claims she has a type of…omniscience. But, so far, no tests prove that to be truthful.”

“So you hired a mercenary…who already lied to you? Is that it?”


“I thought I told you who I hire or trust is not your concern.” Bob says as he keeps his anger in check.

“Well, I remember you finding the Haitian and trusting him. He’s deserted us twice.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Shanti, Mr. Light.” Bob turns, and walks back to his desk. He pulls out the chair, and sits down at his desk, returning to his paperwork. David continues to look over the paper work, reading intently and quietly. After a few moments, he closes the file, and walks over to Bob at his desk. He drops the file on the table, and folds his arms over his chest.

“Do you at least have some…back up method? Something to keep her from deserting us?”

“As a matter a fact, I do.” Bob smiles. “We’ve been tracking her for a while. Watching her dealings, and what cases she has taken up.”

“And?”

“It appears Shanti has an interest in people with abilities. She’s been looking for a select few. Some we have been keeping track of, some we haven’t.”

“What does that mean?”

“I approached her a few months ago. Told her I could help her in her search.”

“And she accepted?”

”Well, of course. I still have to keep her on a salary around here.” Bob picks up a metal stapler, and grips it tightly in his hand. The stapler suddenly begins to shimmer and shine as a bright tint begins to show. In only seconds, the stapler’s color has changed to that of gold. Bob smiles, and places the stapler back on the desk. “But that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Where is she now?”

“On an assignment.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.” Bob says sarcastically. “I’m not the one with clairvoyance. She is.” David sighs, and looks to the clock. He turns back to Bob, and lowers his arms at his side.

”What’s her assignment?”

“I told you. She’s been tracking down various…liabilities.”

“And who is this, “liability” specifically?”

“Do you remember Albert Tenman?” Bob asks in a monotone.

“Yeah, I think so. The guy could talk himself out of any situation right? Best salesman on the planet. No matter what you wanted, he could persuade you to do anything he wanted. Smooth talker.”

“Yes. Charisma.” Bob says rolling his eyes. “Well, ever since he left us with those classified files he stole and vanished, we’ve been looking for him. With his powers, he could persuade every man on earth to come tear us apart.”

“So,” David says with a smile. “She’s been assigned to find him and bring him back?”

“Oh no, Mr. Light.” Bob says with a calm and reassuring tone. “Who said anything about having him return?”

Badlands, Montana

A lone house stands tall on the side of a hill in the emptiness of the mountains and valleys. The sun drops below the horizon fast, and the night quickly sets in on the barren land. Inside the house, a single light stays lit. It resembles a beacon, making the house like a light in the darkness. A symbol of hope and optimism in the dismal area. But inside, a different story can be told. A story not of hope, but of pain and suffering.

Albert Tenman hides inside the closet in his room. He closes the door, and holds the handle tightly with both his hands. He closes his eyes, as tears begin to run down his face. He holds his breath, trying desperately to get control of himself. He listens quietly as he hears the sound of footsteps softly walking up the stair.

“God help me.” He whispers to himself. “They’ve found me.” Albert leans up against the door, forcing all his body weight onto it. He continues to grasp the handle tightly, and he pushes the side of his face up against the door, as he listens for the intruder.

“Come on, Al.” The figure calls out. “You knew this would happen someday.”

The figure walks into the hallway, the light from the one room illuminating her figure. The intruder is a woman. She wears tight black pants with leather boots. A metal belt wraps around her waist, various pouches dangling from it. She wears a tight black shirt with a black coat over top. Her face stays covered by a ski mask and a small pair of goggles masks her eyes. Her long brown hair flows from the mask in a ponytail. An odd symbol is stitched on her shirt and on her gloves. She carries a strange pistol in her hand, her grasp tight, but her demeanor calm. She walks down the hallway past the bedroom, and Albert hears her steps getting further and further away.

“Leave here!” Albert shouts from his hiding place. “Never return!”

The woman in the hallway stops, and turns around. She stays still for a moment as she concentrates. Suddenly, she laughs, and pulls the safety off the gun.

“Oh come on, Albert.” She says as she stealthily walks into the bedroom. “You can’t talk your way out of it this time.”

Albert stays quiet, his body still compressed forcefully against the closet door. He silently prays, tears dripping slowly from his eyes. The woman looks around the bedroom, and sees the closet door. She smiles beneath her mask, and walks up to the closet.

“You can’t hide from me, Albert.” She says softly. She holds the gun up to the middle of the door. Her finger wraps around the trigger, and she pulls violently. The gunshot resonates throughout the house as smoke billows from the barrel of the gun. The woman steps back from the door, and watches it swing open, as Albert Tenman’s body drops to the ground. The blood drips from the hole in his head, and the woman lowers the gun.

“No one can hide from me.”

[Gallagher]

Claude Rains

One Week Ago

The streets of New York bustled, the rain poured, the people mindlessly walked from day to day not really looking where they were going or who was around, hell, even if they did look they wouldn't find me. I'm Claude Rains, the invisible man, nobody sees me.

I stop in front of a telly shop, Nathan Petrelli, brother of Peter, is giving a talk. Peter is beside him. "Good lad." I think "Didn't go nuclear after all." I continue to watch as the former congressman speaks although I can't make out what he's saying I know It's something big. You know when something has that feel of 'life-changing' about it? Yeah. I could tell by the look on his face, on the faces of those around. Determination, fear, even pride.

Then sommet happened I didn't expect, nobody expected it. Nobody was ready yet it still happened. Nathan Petrelli was shot dead. In cold blood, in front of millions of people, dozens of those present. Nobody saw a thing. I'd seen it happen before, public executions with no witnesses. Only two people I know are that good.. One of them is me, the other?

"Noah." I say aloud through gritted teeth.

[Apprentice]

In the aftermath of tragedy, despair seeps its way in.

Dark and insidious, its purpose is to intensify your mourning and your outrage, and bind itself to every single part of your existence. Fortunately, it can be dispelled - with a healthy dose of willpower and a determined strength, you can emerge victorious from this vicious battle that you are forced to wage.

However, the result of this...is a lust for vengeance.

If your struggle with despair was as much as you could handle, then this 'opponent' will tear you limb from limb. For the most dangerous beast on this planet is mankind itself.

No matter what form they may take.

* * *

"Is it over?"

Molly Walker's timid, hushed words snap me free of my silent reverie. I swallow hard, and my gaze wanders across the scene. Maya blinks forlornly, tears - thankfully not of the ebony kind - streaming from her eyes. The acrid, bitter stench of charred flesh and material fills my nostrils, but I can't work up the disgust to wince. After what has occurred here today, a bad smell is a welcome substitute. I rise slowly to my feet, nodding to Molly as I gather her into my arms and hold her close to me; I want to sob for her, for the life she could have led. A girl of her age should not be witnessing brutal murder or hearing a deafening gunshot...a shiver runs down my spine as I remember the sickening feeling that settled down in my stomach when Sylar pulled that trigger.

I lean in to Molly and kiss her gently on the forehead. "Yes. It's over. And I promise you that I'll never make you endure something like this again."

She chokes back tears and buries her face into my shoulder. "Thank you," her muffled voice responds in relief.

"I am responsible for this," Maya interjects, her eyes fluttering closed as she utters a hasty prayer in Spanish. "I can never make up for what I have caused. If not for me, Gabriel would never have arrived here..."

"Don't blame yourself," I soothe. "Sylar is a skilled liar. You're not the only one he has deceived."

Mere words will not assuage her guilt. I know this because they never did for me. The only way to end it would be to pump a bullet into Sylar's head, and ensure that he never harms anyone again. I make an inward vow to finish him once and for all...something that would be achieved in a much swifter manner if I had the resources of the Company and a certain electrifying blonde at my side. I set Molly down next to Maya and motion for them both to stay where they are. There is no need for them to hear what I am going to say now. Striding over to Elle, I place a hand on her healthy shoulder and stare evenly into her eyes. Within is a blend of contentment and self-doubt that I suspect is only part of the inner conflict that she is experiencing. I sincerely hope that I will not see the same look in Molly's eyes, ten years from now.

"You did an amazing thing here today," I murmur, a touch of pride welling in each word. "You should feel very, very good about yourself. But Sylar is still on the loose...and someone needs to take that monster down for good."

[Saved]

In the aftermath of tragedy, despair seeps its way in.

Dark and insidious, its purpose is to intensify your mourning and your outrage, and bind itself to every single part of your existence. Fortunately, it can be dispelled - with a healthy dose of willpower and a determined strength, you can emerge victorious from this vicious battle that you are forced to wage.

However, the result of this...is a lust for vengeance.

If your struggle with despair was as much as you could handle, then this 'opponent' will tear you limb from limb. For the most dangerous beast on this planet is mankind itself.

No matter what form they may take.

* * *

"Is it over?"

Molly Walker's timid, hushed words snap me free of my silent reverie. I swallow hard, and my gaze wanders across the scene. Maya blinks forlornly, tears - thankfully not of the ebony kind - streaming from her eyes. The acrid, bitter stench of charred flesh and material fills my nostrils, but I can't work up the disgust to wince. After what has occurred here today, a bad smell is a welcome substitute. I rise slowly to my feet, nodding to Molly as I gather her into my arms and hold her close to me; I want to sob for her, for the life she could have led. A girl of her age should not be witnessing brutal murder or hearing a deafening gunshot...a shiver runs down my spine as I remember the sickening feeling that settled down in my stomach when Sylar pulled that trigger.

I lean in to Molly and kiss her gently on the forehead. "Yes. It's over. And I promise you that I'll never make you endure something like this again."

She chokes back tears and buries her face into my shoulder. "Thank you," her muffled voice responds in relief.

"I am responsible for this," Maya interjects, her eyes fluttering closed as she utters a hasty prayer in Spanish. "I can never make up for what I have caused. If not for me, Gabriel would never have arrived here..."

"Don't blame yourself," I soothe. "Sylar is a skilled liar. You're not the only one he has deceived."

Mere words will not assuage her guilt. I know this because they never did for me. The only way to end it would be to pump a bullet into Sylar's head, and ensure that he never harms anyone again. I make an inward vow to finish him once and for all...something that would be achieved in a much swifter manner if I had the resources of the Company and a certain electrifying blonde at my side. I set Molly down next to Maya and motion for them both to stay where they are. There is no need for them to hear what I am going to say now. Striding over to Elle, I place a hand on her healthy shoulder and stare evenly into her eyes. Within is a blend of contentment and self-doubt that I suspect is only part of the inner conflict that she is experiencing. I sincerely hope that I will not see the same look in Molly's eyes, ten years from now.

"You did an amazing thing here today," I murmur, a touch of pride welling in each word. "You should feel very, very good about yourself. But Sylar is still on the loose...and someone needs to take that monster down for good."
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Elle smiles, and moves her arm. She flexes the muscles, and feels for any damages. She looks up to Mohinder, a seductive smile on her face.

"Yes, thank you, Mohinder. That vaccination of yours really did the trick." Elle gets up from the chair, and moves to the large windows in the room. She stares out them, her smile suddenly gone.

"Yes. Sylar must be stopped." Elle says with a sigh. "But due to some recent events with my father...I've decided to stay here with you." She turns from the window, the smile returning to her face.

"Mohinder...you have so much here. So much others would want." She walks toward him. "I'd like to stay here. With you...and Molly and Maya." She walks behind Mohinder, and she places her hands on his back. She gently carress his back, and speaks into his ear. "You're so stressed around here, what with all you do. The last thing you need is to have to worry about protection." She takes her hands off of Mohinder's back, and walks back in front of him.

"So, what do you say?" She asks in a soft tone. "Would you like to have me stay?"

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Chapter 1
Lost Souls Part 1

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Cemetery, Japan

Adam Monroe lies still in his resting place. A coffin, six feet under the earth. Pounds of dirt and rock presses down on his prison, making the coffin the perfect cell.

As he lies, he holds his arms behind his head. His face has an angry sneer, and his body is tense with rage. Adam takes a button from his shirt, and rips it off. He violently rubs it against the side of the coffin, and pulls it down so a mark is left. The mark is carved next to other marks, similar yet different. He throws the button down to the other end of the coffin, and stares at the markings on the coffin’s interior.

“Eleven days.” He says with hatred in his voice. “Eleven days I’ve been trapped here. No food…no water…no air.” He smiles an evil sneer, his teeth clenching tightly. “Thank you, Hiro. You never cease to show me how our friendship meant something.” Adam closes his eyes, and relaxes his body. Soon, he falls fast asleep, and becomes lost in the memories of his past.

Pennsylvania, Gettysburg
July 1, 1863

Adam Monroe runs across the battlefield, his dirt covered uniform drenched in blood. He holds his gun high, as he runs quickly toward the Union army. Cannon’s shoot large projectiles across the battlefield. They drop to the ground, and blow off chunks of the terrain. Adam listens to the sound of pandemonium, soldier screaming in pain, the sound of rifles firing. He watches the gray smoke cover the battlefield as it hovers in a thick cloud over the fighting. Two Union soldiers watch as Adam approaches them fast. The one panics, and the other lifts his rifle beginning to take aim.

“Watch it!” He yells. “We got a rebel comin for us!”

“I see him! I see him!”

“Fire! Fire!”

The Union soldier fires his gun, the recoil sending his arm back. Adam takes the bullet in his shoulder. He yells in pain, and grips the wound. Though pain surges through his body, he continues his attack. He nears the Union side, his brothers on the other side of the battlefield watching him in awe. One man mounted on top of a horse points to Monroe with his sword, and yells out to the men around him.

“Who is that soldier?” He says as the sound of cannon’s drown out his voice.

”I think it’s Monroe, Lee!” The soldier yells. The man smiles, as he pulls up on his horse’s reigns. The horse whinnies, and he outstretches his sword.

“Come on, men!” He yells in valor. “Attack!”

The confederate army yells loudly in a battle cry, and begins to charge the Union army’s side. Adam pays no attention to his reinforcements; instead, his mind stays focused on the two men firing upon him.

“Hey! He’s not going down!”

“I shot him!” The soldier yells “He’s not dying!”

“I got him!” The man takes aim, and fires on Adam. The bullet hits Adam in the chest. He flinches in pain, and continues his charge. The two soldiers stare at him in fear.

“What do we do? He just survived two shots!” Adam runs up the hill to the soldiers. The blood soaks his uniform, and Adam winces in pain as he nears the top of the hill. The soldiers wait for him at the top, still in shock.

“What do we do?” The one screams to his friend. Adam smiles as he lunges at one of the men. He shoves the rusted bayonet into the soldier’s chest, and lodges it in his sternum.

“You die!” He shouts in rage. Adam pulls the bayonet from the soldier’s dead body. He kicks the body away as his gun is freed from the bloody carcass. He slowly approaches the other soldier, an evil smile fixed on his face.

“You should be dead!” He yells in panic. “How are you still alive!”

“I have what you don’t have!” He shouts as he thrusts the bayonet into the soldier’s throat. “I’m a god!” Adam forces the bayonet deeper into the soldier’s body, and twists it before violently jerking it back. He hold his gun proudly, as the bullets work their way out of his body. He winces again as his body heals. As he stares at the dying bodies of the soldiers, he hears the yells and shouts of his faction running to his aid. A wry look comes across his face, and he turns to see the Union soldiers preparing for the assault. Adam watches the confederates begin their onslaught upon the massive army of the Union. He sighs, and runs toward the raging battle.

“Back into the fire?” He says in a sarcastic tone. “It’s where I belong.”

[Eddie Brock]

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I sit silently, stoically in the waiting room at the hospital. On the inside, I'm completely torn apart. But on the outside, I project a calm demeanor. Nathan has been shot. Someone didn't want him to talk. Someone wanted his secret to die with him.

That someone is part of the Company. And I'll be damned if I don't find them.

"Oh, Peter." I turn to see my mother. She walks over to me and takes the seat next to me. "How could this happen?" she asks through her tears.

She places her arm on me, and I snap. I get on my feet and unleash on her verbally. "You're responsible! You may not have pulled the trigger, but it's one of your friends that did - or at least ordered it to happen. You, and the other 11 men and women, are completely to blame for all these problems! The bomb, the virus, NATHAN!"

She seems unphased. "Calm down, Peter. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know exactly what I'm talking about! Adam may have been a bad person, but he was right about you - about ALL of you! None of you can be trusted!" I shout.

Still, my mother doesn't seem interested or shocked. "So, what will you do, Peter? Will you pick up where Adam left off - killing us all? Can you kill your own mother?"

I shake my head. "I'm not Adam. But I'll find Nathan's killer...and anyone else involved in his death. And I will make them pay."

"Listen to yourself, Peter. You know that's not--"

"Silence!" I command with Eden's power. Sure enough, my mother ceases to speak. "I'm sick of hearing your excuses and explanations. Nathan was right. It's time to stop cleaning up after your generation's mess."

Before I can begin my crusade, I have to visit Claire. If she hasn't heard, she needs to find out through me. Unfortunately, I don't know where she is.

But Molly will.

[Saved]

Chapter 1: Hell's Angel Part 2

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New York, New York
The Company

Bob Bishop sits at his desk looking through more paper work and files. David Light reads more files for various company workers on the other end of the office. Suddenly, the phone on the desk rings. Bob smiles, and looks to David. He picks up the phone, and answers.

“Hello?” He calmly asks.

“Albert’s dead.” The voice responds.

“Ah, good work, Shanti.” He says with a smile. “Did you find the files?”

“Yeah. I hope you had copies?”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say…I covered my tracks.” Shanti says with a vice tone. Bob sighs, and puts the phone to his other ear.

“Ok then.” He starts. “Do you remember your next target?”

“Yeah. Sharon Watson. Age 32.”

“Do you need a picture or video of what she looks like?”

”I already have one.” She says with a smile. “I’m always one step a head.”

“Very well then.” Bob says in a calm tone.

“Does she have any of your possessions?”

“Not her.” He says with a frown. “She just has a photographic memory. She didn’t need to steal anything.”

“Alright then.” Shanti says with a sigh. “I’ll inform you when she’s dead.”

“Good work, Shanti.” Bob says sternly. “And, next time, try to be a little more...discrete when you cover your tracks.”

Shanti laughs into the speaker. She pulls the phone away from her face, and closes it. She walks down the road as she places the phone in her jacket pocket. As she walks away, the house of Albert Tenman stands engulfed in flames. The fire burns brightly as heavy pillars of black smoke hover up to the sky.

Shanti walks to her car, and opens the door. As she sits down in her seat, she closes the door, and shuts her eyes. She stays silent for a moment, her mind concentrating. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, and puts the key into the ignition of the car with a laugh.

“Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.” She says with a haughty tone. The car pulls away and drives onto the road, and away from the forest. The house continues to burn brightly. Suddenly, an explosion of flames jettisons out from the upstairs windows, and the house collapses to the ground. The broken pieces of wood continue to burn, as the crippled outline of the house fades away into the flames.

[Eddie Brock]

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I stand at the Crossroads - the place where my father killed himself. As I reflect on the events of my life, I find myself asking for penance for the wrongs I have committed. My meditation is interrupted by two small boys.

"Why are you here?" I ask of them.

The larger one speaks up. "We came to see the Crossroads. Our fathers have told us stories about this place."

"Did you ever hear the story of the snake and the crane?"

They both shake their heads.

I kneel down and draw a curving line in the dirt. "The snake wanted to be something more. One day, when he was at the watering hole, he saw the crane."

I look to see that the boys are listening. This is the very story that my father told me before he took his life.

"The crane was so ignorant. But she could fly. The snake wanted that. So one day, the snake killed the crane and took her wings."

I draw several lines coming off of the center line. The image now becomes clear. It is the same one that I once wore around my neck.

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"But though the snake could now fly, he never forgot the ground on which he once slithered."

[JinnSato]

Jimmy Ryons.
Part 1.
Challenge.


I walk down the dark city streets of New York. I see him. The man I'm making the deal with. The look on my face tells me everything. It's a trap. Now I should just turn tale and run if I was in my right mind.... But I'm not exactly in what someone would call their right mind.

As I walk towards him he sees my face. And right then he knew I knew. "Hows it going PAL??" I ask in the most sadistic voice I can muster. "Ya got my stuff??"

"J.. Ji... Jimmy.... I got it right here man." He than reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small radio.

"Whats all this Don?" I say trying to act suprised.

"They're only going to give me a year for this. I gotta family.. But you you're just a monster!!"

I smile sadistically. "But were is the fun when you're just a normal guy."

"Now!!" He scrams into the radio. I rear back and punch him in the face. A sickening crack is heard throughout the street as he falls to the ground. His face covered in blood. Seconds later a swarm of police officers surround me.

"Finnaly, I can meet Mathews. And have a real challenge."

[Venom160]

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I say a prayer, the very prayer my mother used to say, as I plunge the needle into my arm.

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At once I feel the the cure travel though my body invigurating me. The first ability to emerge was my super hearing, about six blocks away someone is slashing somebodies tires. I focus and hear two bums arguing over the last swallow of booze sixteen blockes away. I open my eyes and spot an empty can proped against the wall. I reach out and focus on the can, calling it to me. The can starts to move ever so slightly. Suddenly the can flies towards me, I catch it as a grin forms.

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"Im back...."

[Apprentice]

Elle smiles, and moves her arm. She flexes the muscles, and feels for any damages. She looks up to Mohinder, a seductive smile on her face.
"Yes, thank you, Mohinder. That vaccination of yours really did the trick." Elle gets up from the chair, and moves to the large windows in the room. She stares out them, her smile suddenly gone.

"Yes. Sylar must be stopped." Elle says with a sigh. "But due to some recent events with my father...I've decided to stay here with you." She turns from the window, the smile returning to her face.

"Mohinder...you have so much here. So much others would want." She walks toward him. "I'd like to stay here. With you...and Molly and Maya." She walks behind Mohinder, and she places her hands on his back. She gently carress his back, and speaks into his ear. "You're so stressed around here, what with all you do. The last thing you need is to have to worry about protection." She takes her hands off of Mohinder's back, and walks back in front of him.


"So, what do you say?" She asks in a soft tone. "Would you like to have me stay?"


I pause. The reluctance to return to her father and the raw emotional pain is evident in her voice...and although the human side of me is desperate to please her, the analytical part sharply reminds me that ridding the world of Sylar is far more important than satisfying the desires of a little girl. I smile reassuringly, struggling to find a compromise between the two goals; it's difficult for me to do so, as there are very rarely compromises in my area of science. Evolution selects its agents and ruthlessly discards the others - there are no peaceful solutions in nature. It all comes down to that simple phrase: do or die. I push these tangential thoughts away and return my attention to Elle, finally settling on a suitable 'fix'. After pushing back a loose strand of hair, I tuck my hands awkwardly into my pockets.

"Elle, this is not about protection...to put it bluntly, I want Sylar dead. And that would be much simpler with the resources at your father's disposal..." I see her heart begin to sink, and decide to throw her a lifeline. "However, I owe you so much. You can stay with me, as my partner within the Company. If your father says this is unacceptable, then I do not return and we can hunt Sylar down by ourselves. Does that sound okay?"

[Gallagher]

Claude Rains

One Week Ago Part II

My head spun with possibilities, different paths, different choices, different lives. I knew now that Noah was back in the game, only a matter of time till they come after me again, and again, and again until I'm in their custody or dead, frankly I'd prefer the latter. I'd have to keep moving, do what I always do, what I'm best at, disappearing, dropping off the face of the earth.

But it wasn't the only choice.

I turned the corner and headed into the shop on the corner, catching the all too familiar look of confusion on the proprietors face as the door swung open seemingly by itself. I created a distraction for myself by chucking a tin into the stock room while his back was turned. Like a good little boy he did as I intended and went off to investigate, giving me time to grab what I walked in here for, a fail-safe device, commonly known as a gun. I stood on the counter of the gun store, grabbing the 12 gauge off of the wall and stuffing my pockets full of shells. By now the store clerk had returned so I jumped down from the counter. I quickly walked out the door and down the street stuffing the shotgun under my jacket.

I was ready for them this time.

[Saved]

I pause. The reluctance to return to her father and the raw emotional pain is evident in her voice...and although the human side of me is desperate to please her, the analytical part sharply reminds me that ridding the world of Sylar is far more important than satisfying the desires of a little girl. I smile reassuringly, struggling to find a compromise between the two goals; it's difficult for me to do so, as there are very rarely compromises in my area of science. Evolution selects its agents and ruthlessly discards the others - there are no peaceful solutions in nature. It all comes down to that simple phrase: do or die. I push these tangential thoughts away and return my attention to Elle, finally settling on a suitable 'fix'. After pushing back a loose strand of hair, I tuck my hands awkwardly into my pockets.

"Elle, this is not about protection...to put it bluntly, I want Sylar dead. And that would be much simpler with the resources at your father's disposal..." I see her heart begin to sink, and decide to throw her a lifeline. "However, I owe you so much. You can stay with me, as my partner within the Company. If your father says this is unacceptable, then I do not return and we can hunt Sylar down by ourselves. Does that sound okay?"http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x90/Edge_027/RPG%20banners/elle.gif

Elle looks up with a smile on her face. She laughs, and holds out her hand to Mohinder.

"Mohinder, I promise I won't let you down." She says in a reasurring tone. Elle lets go of Mohinder's hand, and turns to the window. "As for my father...I don't think he'll mind if I become your partner." She says with a sigh. "It's not like I have an assignment to take care of." She frowns and begins walking to the window.

"And don't worry. Next time I see Sylar," Elle turns back to Mohinder with a look of anger and hate, the sound of determination still lingering in her voice. She holds up her hand and the blue electricity begins to surge in the palm of her hand. The bright sparks flicker and flash as they illuminate the small shadows in the room.

"I won't miss."

[Gallagher]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequences part I

Present Day

It'd been 7 days since the assassination of Nathan Petrelli. 7 days since I decided that no matter where I run I'd never be safe or free to live normally. 7 days I'd put off doing the right thing.

The shotgun under my coat swung by my side as I strode down the streets of New York. I thanked whatever deity that could be out there I hadn't had to use it yet. I stopped by a newspaper stand and snatched a copy, skipping straight to the obituaries as I always did. Nothing interesting this time- wait- 'Albert Tenman'...

"Charisma." I say under my breath. They'd got to him, it was only a matter of time. They'd killed a man that could talk his way out of anything, a man who cant be seen would be bloody child's play. They could be coming for me right now but I couldnt run just yet. I had some news of my own to deliver...

[Eddie Brock]

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Before I can deliver justice to Nathan's killer, I need to speak to Claire. She deserves to hear about her father's death from me. Unfortunately, Noah took his family into hiding. I suppose I could go to Odessa and try to track them from there, but why waste time? Mohinder and Molly can make the process so much easier.

"Mohinder? It's Peter Petrelli," I announce as I enter what once was Isaac Mendez's loft. Now, it's full of Company things. I can't believe Mohinder is a Company man. Nevertheless, my quarrel isn't with him. At least, I don't think so.

"I could use your help."

[Saved]

Lost Souls Part 2

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France, 1916

Adam Monroe sits in the cold wet mud of the deep trenches. He leans his back up against the padded wall of dirt, his head resting on his shoulders. As he calmly sits, the horrible noises of war sound throughout the battlefield. Adam listens to the cannons fire, as the shells soar through the air and then drop to the ground like rocks. They eroding a scar into the terrain, and send deadly debris into all directions, killing anything in its path.

As Adam pulls out a cigarette from the pocket inside his jacket, his friend leans down to him with a look of worry plastered on his face.

“Adam?” He compassionately asks. “You alright? You’re not your active self today.”

“No, I’m fine, Hans.” He says blowing out a puff of smoke from his mouth. “It’s this damn war.”

“But…I thought you told me you liked war?” His friend asks in confusion.

“I do, Hans.” Adam says in a saddened tone. “But this…this isn’t war. It’s madness.” Adam takes another breath of his cigarette, and blows the smoke through his nose. “We sit here in our holes, peaking over the top to get in a shot, only to be met with a bullet and fall to out deaths.”

“But, Adam. You love fighting. You said it was what you lived for.”

“Hans. I like war because it gives me something to do. Something to pass the time.”

“Pass the time?” His friend asks perplexed. “Life is so short as it is. I myself am eighteen! You know that. Everyday we get more and more soldiers. They get younger by the day! And most of them don’t make it a month. Time is something we all wish we had, Adam. How can you say you love war so you can…pass the time?” Hans stares at Adam with umbrage. Adam stays silent, and then looks up to his friend from where he sits.

“Trust me, kid. When you’ve lived as long as I have…you realize time is only a curse.” Adam falls back into silence, and continues to smoke his cigarette. His friend stares down at him in disappointment, trying to think of some reply. Hans sighs, and gets back to his feet. He looks back down to his friend, and frowns.

“You’ll want to stand up, Adam.” He says with a cynical voice. “You’ll get trench foot like that.” Adam lets out a small laugh, and continues to stare at the other end of the trench.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” He says with a sardonic smile. Adam continues to think to himself, struggling to drown out the sound of gun’s firing and bombs exploding. He thinks back to the last time he wasn’t bored. The last time he found a challenge. The colonist he fought during the revolutionary war. Evan. Adam remembers what he said. “As long as you fight alone, you will always be weak.” The words still haunt Adam’s mind to this day.

All of his life he has been alone. Living without a purpose…without reason to go on other than because he must. All that changed when he met Hiro. For the first time, he learned friendship. And for the first time, Adam was happy. But this faded fast after the ruthless betrayal of the only man ever to show Adam what it means to have a purpose. Ever since, Adam has tried to harden his heart so he could never be hurt again. But, as Adam has learned, some wounds never heal.

A sudden cry in pain pulls Adam from his deep trance. He looks to his side to see Hans fall to the floor of the trench.

“Hans…” Adam whispers in disbelief. The cigarette falls from his mouth, and Adam rushes to the aid of his friend. He picks up his body from the mud, and holds him in his arms. He holds his friends head up, struggling to wake him.

”Hans!” He yells. “Wake up!” Adam suddenly feels a warm liquid running down his arm. He pulls his arm out from under his friend, and stares at the bright red stain on his hand. The blood runs down his fingers, covering his hand. Adam looks back down at his friend. He stares into the war torn eyes of his brother in arms, his eyes focused and concealed.

“It’s just another day.” Adam says under his breath. “Life isn’t eternal. Not for men like you, I’m afraid.” Adam runs his fingers across Hans’ eyes, closing them shut. Adam places the body back on the ground, and gets to his feet. “There may be strength in numbers…but there is never strength in relationships. There is only pain.” Adam frowns, a look of rage boiling inside him. “Time has certainly taught me that much.”

Adam walks to the other side of the trench, keeping his head ducked to avoid being shot. As he leaves his friend’s body, he hears the sounds of rats coming out from their holes. The rodents flock to the body, and begin devouring the fresh meat for their meal. Adam sneers as he hears their squeaks and wines. When he reaches his brothers, he sees them leaning up against the grimy dirt walls, watching and waiting. Adam loads his rifle, and holds it steady in his arms.

“The time is now.” Adam says sternly. “We strike the French. No good ever comes from waiting.”

“Monroe…we’re tired…and we’ve already charged their trench yesterday.” One of the soldiers complains.

”Then we’ll do it again, dammit! I’m sick of sitting here in the muck and grim watching the rats feast upon the bodies of the weak and the dead. I'm sick of waiting as I listen to the screams of good men die. We need action! Only resolve comes from action.”

“Listen, Monroe. We know you live for the thrill of combat, but we don’t. We’re here because we must be.” Adam grabs the man by his uniform, and pulls him in close. Adam stares the man in the eyes as he clenches his teeth in anger.

“Listen here, you coward! I wouldn’t have a second thought of throwing you kicking and screaming into the fire of the enemy’s guns if for no other reason then to shut you up! This is their last stand! We’ve driven them back to the border of the town. We attack their trench now!” Adam throws the man to the ground violently. He reaches to his belt, and pulls out his knife. He waves it around aggressively, a look of anger and excitement in his eyes.

“We attack them now! And if I hear a peep out of anyone, they will face me!”

“Adam, it’s suicide!” One of the men reasons.

“Not for me it isn’t.”

Adam climbs to the top of the trench, onto the normal ground of the area. He holds his gun high, and yells loudly to his other soldiers.

”Attack!” He says with a smile.“Kill every last one!”

The German soldiers climb the trench wall, and follow Adam’s assault. The men yell proudly as they run across the long stretch of flat land amongst the large holes, the grnarled pieces of shrapnel, and the clustered bodies of the dead.

Adam runs fast, his heart pounding from the excitement and thrill of battle. He feels his body filling with energy, as the adrenaline pumps through his veins furiously. He sees the smoke clouds rise into the air from the trench, watching the enemy soldiers firing their guns upon him and his men. Adam hears the sounds of death behind him as soldiers yell out in pain. He drowns the noises out, keeping his mind focused on one thing. Victory. The only thing Adam has ever cared about.

He soon reaches the enemy trench, a wide evil smile on his face. He jumps into the pit without a second thought. As he drops, he instantly feels the pain of bullets piercing his flesh. He yells out in pain, and begins to assault the enemy. He hits the soldiers with the butt of his gun, knocking them to the floor. As a soldier comes up behind him, he uses the spade at the end of his gun, and stabs them through their stomach. The men begin to over power him as they grab him and try to pull him to the ground. Adam struggles with all his might to fight, throwing punches and randomly swinging his weapon toward them. Just as he is about to be restrained, he sees his men jump down into the trench. He smiles, and breaks free of the French soldiers’ grasp.

“Kill them all!” He yells. Suddenly, he feels the sharp blade of a knife cut through his skin in the small of his back. He turns to face a soldier, no more that sixteen holding a bloodied knife. Adam grips his gun, and whips it across the boy’s face. He falls to the ground in pain, and Adam prepares to strike the soldier a final time. Suddenly, another man hits him in the back of his head, and Adam violently turns to the barrel of a gun.

“Mourir!” The soldier shouts. Adam thrusts the blade on his gun into the man’s leg. The soldier lowers the rifle and flinches in pain. He pulls the trigger and fires a bullet into Adam’s chest. Adam winces in pain, and grabs the soldier’s rifle, forcing it from his hands. He takes the gun and shoves it through the man’s body. He watches the man choke on his own blood and fall to the ground. Adam hears the cries of the wounded and dying. He smiles proudly, his body tense with exhilaration. Adam’s compassion is gone. He feels sympathy for no one, and no regret for the lives he takes. A French soldier runs over and yells something loudly to his comrades.

“Masque à gaz!”Adam watches the French soldiers grab for their gas masks, and immediately reacts.

“No!” He yells as he rips the mask from one of the men’s faces. “You won’t get rid of me so easily!” Amidst the chaos, Adam forgets about his soldiers, the German boys and men on his side. He tunes out their yells looks to the soldier carrying the gas canister in his hand. Adam lifts his rifle and runs toward the soldier. He takes his shot, and fires his weapon. The bullet sails through the air, perfectly hitting the canister. The gas instantly shoots from the canister, and the trench quickly becomes enveloped in the yellow cloud of toxic gas. Adam moves through the smoke with ease. He feels the pain of the gas searing his lungs as he breathes, only to have his body heal itself. Adam goes through the trench, pulling the masks from every man he sees, making no distinction between faction or side. Soon, all grows silent and still in the area. The coughing ceases, and the bodies of the soldiers scatter the trench floor. Adam squints to look through the gas, trying to see all that has happened.

As he moves through the deadly fog, he suddenly sees movement. He sees the silhouette of a blue figure moving slowly through the gas. Adam loads his gun, and moves closer to the figure. A strong wind rips through the land, and brushes the gas into the air. As the gas begins to dissipate, Adam gains a clearer image of the man. Adam stops, and lifts his rifle, aiming for the soldier’s head. He smiles as he pulls the trigger haughtily.

“Headshot.” He says with an evil grin. He watches the bullet shoot through the gas and head for its target. To Adam’s shock, the man does not fall from the shot. In fact, he isn’t even fazed. Adam’s grin turns to a frown. He reloads his rifle again, and fires on the man again. Again, Adam sees the same outcome. The man stands firm, his rifle held at his waist.

“What in the name of…” Adam stares in disbelief at the figure. Suddenly, the man runs toward Adam. The man holds his rifle ready to strike, and Adam quickly reacts. As the soldier nears, Adam pulls the knife from his belt. The figure quickly gets within tossing distance, and Adam throws his knife at the man. Adam stands firm as he waits for the blade to bring the man to the ground. To his surprise, he watches the blade go right through the soldier, and fade off into the fog. Within seconds, the man in upon Adam, shoving the end of his gun deep into Adam’s torso. Adam looks down at the gun piercing his body, and then up at the soldier. He stares at him in doubt as he struggles to speak.

“Y-You…” He says as blood drips from his mouth. “You don’t have a scratch.” Adam grabs the gun, and pulls it from his stomach. He steps backward, staggering in pain. He manages to stand firmly, a smile coming across his face. In only mere seconds, Adam’s wound heals, the damages gone. He wipes the blood from his chest, and shows the soldier haughtily. He spits the blood from his mouth, and laughs.

“And now neither do I.”

“Sacre bleu…” The soldier whispers. In one swift motion, Adam runs toward the soldier, bending to the ground as he picks up a fallen rifle. He lunges at the soldier, and thrusts the spade of the rifle into the man’s body. He sees the rifle penetrating deep into the soldier’s body, yet the man shows no emotion. Adam twists the rifle, and stares in shock when no blood drips from the wound. Adam pulls the rifle from the man’s body swiping to his side. The rifle cleanly exits the body with no evidence of penetration or injury. Adam looks at the end of his gun to see no blood on the spade. He looks to the soldier, and sees no blood on his uniform, and no pain on his face. The gas lifts higher into the air as it clears the area. The two men stare at each other dumbfounded.

Adam’s mind quickly goes back to when he first met Hiro. He remembers when he first saw what he could do. His mind fast forward’s to the revolutionary war. He remembers the man called Evan, and all he could do. Suddenly, it all clicks in his head. Adam smiles, and stands sternly, facing the French Soldier.

“So…you’re like me?” Adam says rhetorically. “Finally, a challenge worthy of a god.”

[Apprentice]

Elle looks up with a smile on her face. She laughs, and holds out her hand to Mohinder.
"Mohinder, I promise I won't let you down." She says in a reasurring tone. Elle lets go of Mohinder's hand, and turns to the window. "As for my father...I don't think he'll mind if I become your partner." She says with a sigh. "It's not like I have an assignment to take care of." She frowns and begins walking to the window.

"And don't worry. Next time I see Sylar," Elle turns back to Mohinder with a look of anger and hate, the sound of determination still lingering in her voice. She holds up her hand and the blue electricity begins to surge in the palm of her hand. The bright sparks flicker and flash as they illuminate the small shadows in the room.

"I won't miss."

I grimace, and glance to the battered pistol that Elle had previously blasted out of Sylar's hand. "Neither will I."


"Mohinder? It's Peter Petrelli," I announce as I enter what once was Isaac Mendez's loft. Now, it's full of Company things. I can't believe Mohinder is a Company man. Nevertheless, my quarrel isn't with him. At least, I don't think so.


"I could use your help."

I blink excessively, attempting to clear my eyesight. After all, I must be seeing things. Peter Petrelli died over six months ago. And yet now, he is in my laboratory, seemingly alive and well. I stride purposefully towards him, praying that he is in control again. The last time I laid eyes upon this man, his hands were consumed in a dark flame that threatened to wipe New York City off the face of the Earth. If a more religious man had been present, they may have thought it to be the end of the world; to me, though, it was merely an example of what the Company was set up to prevent. Even if it has lost its way in regards to this, it is a necessary evil.

"But...the explosion, above Kirby Plaza...how are you still alive?" I question hastily. "Are you in control of your powers, now? Where have you been all these months?"

[Apprentice]

The interview had been mainly routine; in fact, Matthew Parkman had conducted many of this kind, himself. Being seated on the opposite side of the desk made little difference to a man that had witnessed brutal murder, that had been gunned down by telekinetically-propelled bullets, that was the guardian of a little clairvoyant girl. A sigh escaped his lips as he momentarily contemplated the incredible power that had been placed upon him - although it had guided him into danger the kinds of which he had never even known existed, it had presented him with an undeniable purpose in life. As was the way in such a world, a gift and a curse never came alone; rather, they walked hand in hand. The interrogator rapped his knuckles against the cold, hard desk to regain his captive's wandering attention. A tall, brisk man with a thick moustache coating his top lip, he was not an intimidating figure to Matt after a thought about his secret mistress, Mindy, had escaped his mind.

"Mr Parkman, the quicker you answer my questions, the quicker you can get the hell out of here!" the inspector barked, steepling his fingers and frowning in irritation. "So, I repeat...exactly what was the aim of this press conference?"

Matt paused, eyeing the other's irked expression. A telepathic nudge could discard the question with ease, but he decided against it. Summoning even the small amount of effort necessary to do so would be taxing for the weary officer; he had not slept since the night before the clash with Adam Monroe and the ill-fated conference. His back still throbbed from Peter Petrelli's telekinetic attack, which had sent him skidding down the hallway. He was in no condition to utilise his abilities in any way. "We were going to uncover the truth," he answered simply, settling back into his chair. The response would not nothing to assuage the inspector's curiosity, of course, but he hoped that it was an ample deflection.

"The truth about what?"

Matt leaned forward, gripping the edges of the table. "I'm an officer on the NYPD. I know my rights, so let me put this to you - you knowcategorically that I did not kill Nathan Petrelli. I was standing right next to him, it's impossible. And if I could read your mind, I could confirm that you think that I had nothing to do with his death. The purpose of the press conference is irrelevant to the investigation, as no one knew outside of the three of us on the platform. Therefore, unless you have any other questions, I should be free to go." He rose to his feet, feeling relief soak into him as the inspector remained still. "You have my details if you need anything else from me, I'm sure."

The inspector sunk his teeth into his lower lip, his eyes narrowing. "I'll sign you out at the front desk, Mr Parkman. But don't think that this over. I've already contacted your superior, Detective Fuller, and informed him of the situation. The moment I say 'jump', he'll ensure that you say 'how high'."

Matt nodded. "Of course. I didn't expect anything less from a man of your stature." As the inspector moved begrudgingly out of the room, Matt added, "By the way, can you give my regards to Mindy? I love her new haircut."

With a gulp and a stutter, the inspector hurried from the room as Matt slumped back into his chair, awaiting his release.

[Eddie Brock]

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I blink excessively, attempting to clear my eyesight. After all, I must be seeing things. Peter Petrelli died over six months ago. And yet now, he is in my laboratory, seemingly alive and well. I stride purposefully towards him, praying that he is in control again. The last time I laid eyes upon this man, his hands were consumed in a dark flame that threatened to wipe New York City off the face of the Earth. If a more religious man had been present, they may have thought it to be the end of the world; to me, though, it was merely an example of what the Company was set up to prevent. Even if it has lost its way in regards to this, it is a necessary evil.

"But...the explosion, above Kirby Plaza...how are you still alive?" I question hastily. "Are you in control of your powers, now? Where have you been all these months?"[/left]
"There will be time for reunions later, Mohinder," I state rashly. "But to quell your confusion, I survived thanks to my niece, Claire Bennet. Her ability saved me."

I take a deep breath. Here comes the bombshell...if he hasn't heard already.

"Nathan is dead," I explain blandly. "And I need to tell Claire the bad news. Unfortunately, I don't know where she is."

Time to get to the point. Hopefully Mohinder will agree to help me out. If not...well, I always have other methods of persuasion.

"But I've heard that you have a special little girl named Molly who's perfect for these situations."

[Saved]

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"There will be time for reunions later, Mohinder," I state rashly. "But to quell your confusion, I survived thanks to my niece, Claire Bennet. Her ability saved me."

I take a deep breath. Here comes the bombshell...if he hasn't heard already.

"Nathan is dead," I explain blandly. "And I need to tell Claire the bad news. Unfortunately, I don't know where she is."

Time to get to the point. Hopefully Mohinder will agree to help me out. If not...well, I always have other methods of persuasion.

"But I've heard that you have a special little girl named Molly who's perfect for these situations."

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Elle walks into the other room following behind Mohinder. As she passes the wall, she sees Peter Petrelli, her former "assignment." Elle becomes filled with mixed feelings. Her obligations to her father and the company tell her to take him down. But her new found feelings of love and care for helping others retrain her hands from attacking him.

Instead, Elle walks seductively toward Peter, a frown on her face.

"So," She calls out to him. "Where the hell did you go?"

[Eddie Brock]

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Elle walks into the other room following behind Mohinder. As she passes the wall, she sees Peter Petrelli, her former "assignment." Elle becomes filled with mixed feelings. Her obligations to her father and the company tell her to take him down. But her new found feelings of love and care for helping others retrain her hands from attacking him.

Instead, Elle walks seductively toward Peter, a frown on her face.

"So," She calls out to him. "Where the hell did you go?"
I instinctively generate a ball of electricity in the palm of my hand. No one will stop me - especially not some sadistic, antisocial brat. On the other hand, my time with her was enjoyable...in a strange, seductive way.

"I've been cleaning up your father's mess," I respond rudely. "No thanks to you."

I turn back to Mohinder without letting my guard down. "So, what do you say, Mohinder? Care to help out a friend - for old times' sake?"

[Saved]

Hells Angel Part 3

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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania


All is quiet in the streets as the dark sky of night looms over the city. A black unmarked car pulls into an open parking spot in front of a large apartment complex. The figure steps out of the car and gently closes the door. A click is heard as the figure adjusts something underneath her shirt. The figure is none other than Shanti, a ruthless mercenary hired by the company.

Shanti walks closely to the shadows, masking her presence. She walks to the front of the apartment building, and tries to open the door. She pulls back on the door, and notices it is locked. She sees a man sitting at the desk in the lobby, and bangs on the door. The man notices her, and walks to the door with a look of frustration.

“What do you want?” The man asks rudely. Shanti stays silent, and points to the lock on the door. The man looks at the lock, and then back up at her. “I’m not letting you in.” He says with a laugh. “No masked people allowed in the building. In fact, if you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops.”

Shanti frowns beneath the mask, and lifts her arm to the window. She thrusts her arm through the glass, and grabs the man by the next through the door. The man chokes as he struggles to break free. Glass pieces fall to the floor, and Shanti reaches for something under her jacket. She pulls out a gun, and aims at the man’s head. The man tries to yell for help as he sweats profusely in fear. Shanti pulls the trigger, the gun making no noise as the bullet fires from the barrel. The bullet hits the man directly in the forehead. He falls limp, and Shanti releases the body. He falls to the ground as blood trickles down his face. Shanti reaches her arm to the lock on the other side of the door, and opens the door.

She pushes the body aside as she walks inside. She looks up at the security camera, and fires another bullet toward it. The bullet hits the lens, shattering the camera. Shanti conceals the gun once again as she puts in inside her jacket on its holster. She leans down to the man’s body, and grabs the keys from his belt. She pulls a piece of cloth from her jacket pocket, and wraps the keys in it. She carefully puts the keys back in her pocket, and makes her way toward the stairs.

As she ascends up the stairs to the first floor, she closes her eyes, focusing her ability. She steps onto the first floor as a smile comes across her face.

“First floor, room eighteen. How convenient.” She quietly scoffs. She walks down the hallway stealthily, taking notice of the numbers on the doors. Soon, she reaches the end of the hallway. She sees the last room, and looks at the number on the door.

”Eighteen.” She says with a smile. She pulls the keys from her pocket, and unwraps them from the cloth without making a sound. “Place like this dump, got to have one universal key.” Shanti picks the largest key, and puts it in the lock. She turns the key, and hears the door unlock. She carefully pushes the door open, and walks into the dark room.

She looks around the place, searching for any signs of motion. Suddenly, she hears a noise, and turns in the direction of the sound. To her surprise, she is met with a woman holding an umbrella on her shoulder, preparing to swing. The woman violently swings the blunt object, hitting Shanti in the head, and knocking her to the floor. The woman runs off into another room and locks the door. Shanti gets to her feet, rubbing her head from the blow. She sneers as she pulls the gun from her jacket. She walks to the room slowly, loading her weapon.

“Stop right there!” The woman yells from the locked room. “I’ve got a shotgun pointed to the door! And I swear to God I’ll fire it if I hear you try to get in.”

Shanti stops, and stands a few feet from the door. She holds her gun ready, as she patiently waits. Moments go by, and suddenly, the woman inside the room speaks.

“I knew you were coming incase you’re wondering.” She yells. “We all know. Franz Brechtman, Gloria Denel, John Yonson, Albert Tenman. It didn’t take long to see the pattern.” Shanti smiles under her mask in satisfaction.

“Well, if you truly have figured out the pattern, then you know what’s going to happen.” Shanti calmly says.

“You won’t kill me!” The woman screams in panic. “I’ve already called the police! They are on their way!”

“Now why’d you have to go and do that?” Shanti says in anger. “Now I’ll have to kill them too.”

“You can’t kill all of them! You’re going away!”

“You underestimate me.” Shanti says with a laugh. She aims her gun at the door on the room. She pulls the trigger, and within less then a second, the handle is blown off the door. Shanti waits and listens for the sound of a shotgun shell to be loaded. She hears nothing, and closes her eyes, concentrating. In her mind, Shanti looks into the room at the woman cowering in fear beneath her bed. Shanti opens her eyes, and laughs.

“Shotgun?” She scoffs. “I should have known better.” Shanti runs to the door, and forces her bodyweight into it. The door bursts open, and Shanti looks around the room. She sees the bed, and carefully approaches it. She raises her gun, and aims it to the front of the bed. She smiles, and pulls the trigger. The bullet rips through the bed quickly, leaving a hole in its trail. The woman screams a quick cry in pain, and all falls silent. Shanti stands calmly, waiting for a few minutes, ready for anything.

She looks to the bed, and sees a pool of blood coming from underneath. She closes her eyes again, trying to focus. After a few moments, she opens her eyes and laughs.

“If I can’t find you…it’s because you’re no longer here, Sharon.” Shanti places the gun back in the holster under her jacket, and makes her way out of the room. “Hope you make better decisions in the afterlife.” Shanti walks into the hallway, and makes her way out the door of the apartment. She pulls the door shut, and turns the keys still in the lock. The door locks, and Shanti pulls the keys from the door. She throws them down the hallway, and begins to walk toward the stairs.

******

Outside, Shanti smoothly walks to her car. She opens the door, and steps inside. She pulls a cell phone from her glove compartment, and dials a number. A voice answers on the other end, and Shanti speaks.

”Sharon’s dead, Mr. Bishop.” She says coldly.

”I take it you were less…dramatic with how you left the scene?” Bob asks in a serene tone. Shanti lets out a small laugh.

“More or less.”

“Good. Now, I have another target for you to find.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” Shanti interjects. “I’ve been doing your dirty work for a few months now, and you still haven’t helped me.” Bob laughs as he switches the phone to his other ear.

“All in due time, Shanti. You’re still getting paid. I thought that is all you mercenaries want anyway.” Shanti frowns, and speaks quietly in anger.

“Not all of us.”

“Don’t worry, Shanti You will get what you want soon. There aren’t many people left.”

”Okay, then.” Shanti says with a sigh. “Who’s my next target.”

“Claude Rains.” Bob says with a smile. “The most elusive of them all.”

“What can he do?” Shanti asks apathetically.

“He’s able to become invisible at any time. Your powers will be a very big asset with this target.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Shanti says with an unimpressed tone. “I’ll find him.”

“Oh, and Shanti?” Bob says sternly.

“Yes?” Shanti says impatiently.

“Try to make sure no one sees you. I don’t need this company jeopardized because a mercenary decides to get creative.”

Shanti frowns and hangs up. She throws the phone back into the glove compartment, and turns the key in the ignition. The car’s engine starts, and the car pulls off into the street. It travels down the road and soon fades off into the dark shadows of the city.

[Gallagher]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequences Part II

I can feel my legs burn as I jog up to the top of the Devuax building. I needed to take care of a few things and with any luck, one of them would be up here waiting.

"Peter?" I ask as I step out onto the roof. "It's Claude, you here?" No answer. Fantastic, I'm running out of time here. I reach into my pocket and pick out a bunch of rusty old keys, the birds needed to go free for one last time. I reach in and take them out one by one, they spread there wings and fly soaring off into the distance, lucky bastards. Wish that could be me, not that Invisibility doesn't have its perks, my personal choice would be flight. But that's not how it works, you get what your given, beggars cant be choosers. I watch as the last one flies out of sight and I make my way back down the stairs. I'll pass by Peter's apartment on the way out of the city. He needs to know what I suspect.

[Apprentice]

I instinctively generate a ball of electricity in the palm of my hand. No one will stop me - especially not some sadistic, antisocial brat. On the other hand, my time with her was enjoyable...in a strange, seductive way.
"I've been cleaning up your father's mess," I respond rudely. "No thanks to you."

I turn back to Mohinder without letting my guard down. "So, what do you say, Mohinder? Care to help out a friend - for old times' sake?"

I suppress my shock at Elle and Peter's familiarity with each other; that isn't important here. Peter's request is unacceptable; I will not let Molly be a mere tool or resource for every blasted superhuman in this city! I push back my rage, but it is nigh uncontrollable...after what has just happened, the though of putting her through even a little bit more disturbs me beyond belief. I grit my teeth and respond slowly and as calmly as possible. "She is a little girl, Peter, not a facility to be used when you need to find someone. My recommendation? Find a phone book. Or, even better, just absorb her ability and do it yourself...after seeing the brutality that Sylar is capable of, she doesn't need to endure anything more today."

[Eddie Brock]

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I suppress my shock at Elle and Peter's familiarity with each other; that isn't important here. Peter's request is unacceptable; I will not let Molly be a mere tool or resource for every blasted superhuman in this city! I push back my rage, but it is nigh uncontrollable...after what has just happened, the though of putting her through even a little bit more disturbs me beyond belief. I grit my teeth and respond slowly and as calmly as possible. "She is a little girl, Peter, not a facility to be used when you need to find someone. My recommendation? Find a phone book. Or, even better, just absorb her ability and do it yourself...after seeing the brutality that Sylar is capable of, she doesn't need to endure anything more today."
I am displeased at Mohinder's response. No matter - I won't let a minor setback slow me down.

"To be frank, I don't have the time to learn how to focus a new ability," I state calmly. "And asking you was merely a formality."

I regret what I have to do, but Mohinder is part of the Company. Thus, any respect I have for our relationship is irrelevant now.

"Introduce me to Molly," I command with Eden's voice.

[Venom160]

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I say a prayer, the very prayer my mother used to say, as I plunge the needle into my arm.

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At once I feel the the cure travel though my body invigurating me. The first ability to emerge was my super hearing, about six blocks away someone is slashing somebodies tires. I focus and hear two bums arguing over the last swallow of booze sixteen blockes away. I open my eyes and spot an empty can proped against the wall. I reach out and focus on the can, calling it to me. The can starts to move ever so slightly. Suddenly the can flies towards me, I catch it as a grin forms.

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Two days later.....

Alison Crestmere was having the worst day of her life, her boyfriend dumped her, her brother was in a serious car crash, and somebody slashed her tires a couple of days ago. Unfortunatly for Alison, her day is gonna get alot worse.....

"No mom im ok, how Chris? Uh huh. No iv been meaning to visit him in the hospital, I might do that today...

Alison trails off as she hears a knock on the door.

"Someones at the door mom I'll call you back. I love you to."

She hangs up the phone and heads to the door. She unlocks the door leaves the chain on. She cracks open the door and looks at the man standing there.

"Can...can I help you?"

Sylar smiles down at the Woman.

"Hi im sorry to bother you but my car broke down outside and I was wondering if I could use your phone? Iv been knocking up and down this floor and you were the only one to answer."

Alison was reluctant.

"I don't know....."

"I promise it'll only be a minute."

Shes silent for another moment and than smiles.

"Ok come on in."

She undoes the chain and opens the door.

"Im Alison."

"Im Gabriel."

"Nice to meet you, the phone is over there."

Sylar nodes his head and walks over to the phone.

"This is a lovely place, ya know my mother used to live in this apartment."

"Oh really? It must've been a long time ago cause the previous tenet was murdered five months ago and......."

She trails off as she recognises Gabriel's face from the newspaper her landlord showed her. She turns and sees that Gabriel's face has twisted into an evil grin.

"Oh my god!"

She takes one step towards the door before being frozen solid. Sylar lowers his hand and stares at the frozen figure.

"God has nothing to do with this."

Sylar concentrates as the frozen figure levitates into the air and than flies towards the nearest wall, shattering on impact. Sylar looks around and takes in a deep breath.

"Home sweet home....."

As Sylar sits down on the couch and turns on the tv he could've sworn he heard a clock ticking.

[Blacklight]

Scott Darren
Seattle, Washington



Today. Presently. Now. Soon. Not later...

All good words. They all show expression that something needs to be done. And fast. Words I use all the time. All my life I've been used to taking my time, but now, everything needs to be done quick. My name's Scott by the way, and even though I'm known for going fast, I'll tell this story a liitle slower...

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Two years ago...

It was two years ago when I discovered my ability. It all began when I was playing Texas Hold-Em with my fellow firefighters in our house.

"I fold."

"I got nothin'."

"I'm out."

"I'll raise." I said pushing some chips in to try to get my best friend Roddy to go all in. He kept on giving me looks to see what tells he could get from me, but my poker face was top-notch.

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...Okay. Maybe not top-notch, but I couldn't help but laugh. I've known Roddy for years. Since we were probies.

"I fold. Damn your poker-face, Scott."

Then, cracking up, I turned my cards over to reveal a 3 of hearts and 9 of clubs. Roddy then started laughing at my superior bluff.

"I'm gonna beat you one day, Scotty."

I couldn't help but laugh myself.

"Yeah. One day, Rod. One day."

Then Cheif Thorne walked by and observed my utter "Woot Pwnage" of the table.

"Wow, Darren. Only ten minutes of playing, and you've already racked up half the chips. That's fast."

"Thank you, sir. I've prac--"

AROOOOGAAA!!!

The loud fire-alarm echoed through the entire firehouse, and every crew member scurried through the station.

"Looks like we got some action, boys. Let's go."

Then quickly we all put on our jackets and helmets, and boarded the truck.

**********************

When we arrived, we all started to get out of the truck and start going in the burning apartment building, until the sky went dark. Roddy pointed to the reason in the sky.

"Looks like an eclipse."

Then I looked up to see the sun almost completely faded out by the moon.

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"DARREN! Stop star-gazing and get your ass in that building!"

Then I ran into the building, and listened to Max dishing out the info.

"Okay guys we've got two children and their mother trapped on the third floor, An elderly man on the fourth, and a custodian in the basement. Le--"

Then I started to run down stairs, and I didn't even notice the flames slowed down, and so did everything else around me. Until I reached the poor man near the heater.

"It's okay. I'm here to help." Then I grabbed him and ran back up the stairs, leaving him with my crew. Then I ran up stairs to get the family. hearing slow-motin cries for help, I stopped and kicked down the door, and graabed the mother and two children, and ran downstairs to the slowly moving crew and janitor, then continued up to the old man, who I rescued in, what seemed to me to be, minutes, but in reality, all these rescues happened in a timeframe of about four seconds.

"--t's move." Then Max turned around to see the innocents and started freaking out.

"What the hell is this? How'd you get here? You guys weren't here a few seconds ago."

"Some firefighter just saved us and got us down here."

"Which one?" He asked pointing to all of the crew. They all stared at everyone, including me, hoping they wouldn't identify me.

"We don't know. It was all a blur. We couldn't get a real look."

"Well, It doesn't matter. Let's get you all out of here."

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Sitting perched on the fire-truck, I sipped some of my water and Roddy came along to sit next to me.

"Nice saves. Four seconds. Nice. Didn't take you to be the "Flash" type."

I was confused and all these questions raced through my head. How did he know? How was I able to do that? What's going on?

"In all of our years of friendship, Scott. I've never been able to tell you my greatest secret until I saw what you did earlier..." He finished as he pointed to a fire-hydrant nearby, and looked at it.

"Watch."

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Then I stared in awe as he melted the hydrant into a smoldering pile of metal liquid.

"Cool, huh?"

Since that day, he told me that him and I have abilities that have no explanation. He has heat vision, and I have super speed. Since then, my life hasn't been the same. At all................

[Byrd Man]

IC: Hiro Nakamura

Tokyo, Japan

<"Hiro! Hiro!">

Ando opens the door to the apartment and comes inside to the sitting room. I am sitting on a pillow. The Kensei sword splayed infront of me.

<"Yes, Ando?">

<"It's been a week. You do not answer your phone. What have you been doing?">

<"Meditating. Reflecting on my journey and where I am to go.">

<"So, you have not seen the news?">

I look up at him and furrow my brow.

<"What news?">

Ando pulls out a newspaper, it's the New York Times from six days ago.

<"This.">

My jaw drops as I read the headline.

Former Congressman Petrelli, shot and killed in Texas.

"Nasan Petrelli!"

I snatch the paper from Ando's hands and read it three times over.

<"I know what I must do.">

I stand up, grabbing my sword and placing it into the holster.

<"I will be back in a moment.">

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Seven Days Ago
Odessa, Texas

I appear behind the crowd of reporters, Nathan Petrelli talks into the microphones.

"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way. But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth. I have the ab-"

Two shots fire into his chest, I squint my eyes and time stops.

I follow the path of the bullets to a man in the back. He's wearing glasses. I've seen his picture before...somwhere...

"Noah Bennet...."

He works for the Company. I seen his file when Ando and I were searching for who Kensei really was..

I squint once more, dissapearing back to the present.

New York City

Now

I appear in Time Square, just like I did the first time I ever teleported. I walk and find a phone, I press zero and get the operator.

"I need to find, Peter Petrelli."

[Gallagher]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequences. Part III

I look over my shoulder as I walk briskly down the street to Peter's apartment, I was edgy, and with good bloody reason. I'd seen the news, another one down, Sharon Watson. I was next. I was the only one left that I was aware of. I felt an urge to pull the gun from my jacket and hold it in my hands, maybe for comfort maybe for a feeling of protection. Either way it was pointless. Whoever was bumping us all off was nigh unstoppable, they'd proved that much.

I turn the corner and start to jog into the apartment building that, at least at one time, housed the exploding man - Peter Petrelli. I climb the stairway and hear a door open below me. I stop and listen intently to the person entering. They were quiet, making sure of it too, sneaky little bugger. Maybe I was just getting paranoid in my old age. I set off at a jog continuing my climb when I heard to unmistakable sound of a gun clicking. This was it. I drew the shotgun from my coat and turned on the spot ready for whatever came next...

[Saved]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequences. Part III

I look over my shoulder as I walk briskly down the street to Peter's apartment, I was edgy, and with good bloody reason. I'd seen the news, another one down, Sharon Watson. I was next. I was the only one left that I was aware of. I felt an urge to pull the gun from my jacket and hold it in my hands, maybe for comfort maybe for a feeling of protection. Either way it was pointless. Whoever was bumping us all off was nigh unstoppable, they'd proved that much.

I turn the corner and start to jog into the apartment building that, at least at one time, housed the exploding man - Peter Petrelli. I climb the stairway and hear a door open below me. I stop and listen intently to the person entering. They were quiet, making sure of it too, sneaky little bugger. Maybe I was just getting paranoid in my old age. I set off at a jog continuing my climb when I heard to unmistakable sound of a gun clicking. This was it. I drew the shotgun from my coat and turned on the spot ready for whatever came next...


Hell's Angel Part 4
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Shanti stands behind Claude with her arm outstretched, holding the gun firmly in her hand. The barrel points to Claude's head, Shanti's finger curling around the trigger.

"Hello, Mr. Rains." She says in a cold voice. She smiles beneath her mask, her eyes staying locked on Claude. "The Company has a message for you."

[Gallagher]

Hells Angels Part 4
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Shanti stands behind Claude with her arm outstretched, holding the gun firmly in her hand. The barrel points to Claude's head, Shanti's finger curling around the trigger.

"Hello, Mr. Rains." She says in a cold voice. She smiles beneath her mask, her eyes staying locked on Claude. "The Company has a message for you."



Claude Rains

Truth and Consequence Part IV

The shotgun in my hands is steady pointing directly at the woman's chest.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rains isn't in right now." I quip as I disappear in front of her eyes. "But if you'd like to leave a message." I say smacking the gun away with my own. "Please do so". A hard swing of the butt of my gun to her face knocks her down the first set of stairs. "After you've picked your sorry self up off the floor."

I smile as I stay invisible, not much room to maneuver, going to have to keep her off balance while I find an escape route. "You know I'm not going to make the same mistake as the others. I'm not going to argue. I'm not going to plead and I'm not going to try and reason like I'm sure the other poor sods did. No, I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Then I'm going to go off on my merry way." I say raising the gun readying an overhead swing...

[Saved]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequence Part IV

The shotgun in my hands is steady pointing directly at the woman's chest.

"I'm sorry Mr. Rains isn't in right now." I quip as I disappear in front of her eyes. "But if you'd like to leave a message." I say smacking the gun away with my own. "Please do so". A hard swing of the butt of my gun to her face knocks her down the first set of stairs. "After you've picked your sorry self up off the floor."

I smile as I stay invisible, not much room to maneuver, going to have to keep her off balance while I find an escape route. "You know I'm not going to make the same mistake as the others. I'm not going to argue. I'm not going to plead and I'm not going to try and reason like I'm sure the other poor sods did. No, I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. Then I'm going to go off on my merry way." I say raising the gun readying an overhead swing...
Hell's Angel Part 5
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Shanti lifts herself off the ground, her jaw throbbing in pain. She hears Claude's movements, and tightly closes her eyes. As Claude lifts his gun higher over his head, still under the cloak of his powers, Shanti focuses. Just as Claude swings his arm down toward Shanti, she opens her eyes widely. She rolls to the side, barely missing the invisable attack. She looks to the ground, and watches the metal floor dent as Claude finishes his attack.

Shanti frowns, and quickly spins her leg around on the floor, sweeping the area in hopes of finding him. Her leg makes contact with his, knocking him violently to the floor. Shanti hears the sound of his shotgun hitting the metal floor roughly, and she quickly jumps to her feet.

"Had to make this difficult, didn't you Claude." She says in an aggravated tone. She quickly surveys the ground, searching hasdtily for her gun. She hears Claude moan, and reacts. She reaches into the inside pocket on her jacket. She speedily pulls a switchblade from the pocket, and holds it tightly in her hand as the blade flips up.

"Now, Come on Claude...let's have some fun."

[Gallagher]

Hell's Angel Part 5
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Shanti lifts herself off the ground, her jaw throbbing in pain. She hears Claude's movements, and tightly closes her eyes. As Claude lifts his gun higher over his head, still under the cloak of his powers, Shanti focuses. Just as Claude swings his arm down toward Shanti, she opens her eyes widely. She rolls to the side, barely missing the invisable attack. She looks to the ground, and watches the metal floor dent as Claude finishes his attack.

Shanti frowns, and quickly spins her leg around on the floor, sweeping the area in hopes of finding him. Her leg makes contact with his, knocking him violently to the floor. Shanti hears the sound of his shotgun hitting the metal floor roughly, and she quickly jumps to her feet.

"Had to make this difficult, didn't you Claude." She says in an aggravated tone. She quickly surveys the ground, searching hasdtily for her gun. She hears Claude moan, and reacts. She reaches into the inside pocket on her jacket. She speedily pulls a switchblade from the pocket, and holds it tightly in her hand as the blade flips up.

"Now, Come on Claude...let's have some fun."


Claude Rains

Truth and Consequence Part V

'Alright you psycho *****.' I think to myself, my hand clutching my ribs. I dive forward onto a corridor taking her with me, forcing her to the ground. I evade one swing of the blade but she swings again unrelenting, slicing into my midsection. I grimace as I feel the blade graze my ribs. Stumbling to my feet and kicking the bloody knife out of her hand, I set off at a run down the corridor. I had one chance to come out of this little encounter alive. Just hope the son of a ***** is home, I run to the end of the corridor, bolting it toward the door of Peter Petrelli's flat, I feel something tag my leg, like it'd been bitten but the pain was unbearable. I'd felt it before. I dropped to my knees and cried out in pain and anger, the bullet lodging itself into my calf. "ARGH!"

[Saved]

Claude Rains

Truth and Consequence Part V

'Alright you psycho *****.' I think to myself, my hand clutching my ribs. I dive forward onto a corridor taking her with me, forcing her to the ground. I evade one swing of the blade but she swings again unrelenting, slicing into my midsection. I grimace as I feel the blade graze my ribs. Stumbling to my feet and kicking the bloody knife out of her hand, I set off at a run down the corridor. I had one chance to come out of this little encounter alive. Just hope the son of a ***** is home, I run to the end of the corridor, bolting it toward the door of Peter Petrelli's flat, I feel something tag my leg, like it'd been bitten but the pain was unbearable. I'd felt it before. I dropped to my knees and cried out in pain and anger, the bullet lodging itself into my calf. "ARGH!"
Hells Angel Part 6
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Shanti watches as Claude runs off down the hallway. She makes a scoffing laugh, the sound muffled under her mask. She looks down the hall at him, making sure he doesn't go far. She begins to look around on the ground for her weapons. By the door, at the corner of the stairs, she finds her gun. She picks up the gun, and holds it firmly in her hand.

"Well," She mutters as she examines the weapon. "No damages." She says as she aims the weapon toward Claude. "Excellent." She smiles as her finger pulls the trigger roughly, the recoild barely jerking her arm. The bullet fires from the barrel, and flies through the air. Shanti watches as Claude continues his run. She blinks for less than a second, and hears him yell in pain. She opens her eyes, and watches Claude fall to the ground in pain.

Shanti leans down to the ground, and picks up her switch blade. She wipes the blood on her jacket, and pushes the blade back into the device with one finger. She puts the knife back in her jacket, and begins walking toward Claude, her laugh echoing in the hall.

"Oh, Rains." She scoffs. "How could you ever think you could evade me? I've killed so many like you. It's foolish for you to even think I'd fail. Especially on a power that can be mimiced by mirrors." Shanti clicks the gun, locking the next round into place. She stops a few yards from Rains in the hallway, staring at him as he crawls in pain.

"Aw, Claude. A fighter to the end." She raises her arm, and aims the gun's sight at the bottom of his neck. "Like I told you earlier, Claude, the Company has a message for you." Shanti smiles as he finger begins to slowly pull back on the cold metal trigger. "They wanted me to tell you...goodbye." Shanti pulls the trigger, and the loud noise of a gunshot echoes loudly throughout the hall. Smoke slowly exits the barrel of the gun as Shanti lowers her arm, her finger slipping over the saftey. She stares at Claude's body, as he quickly falls limp. She watches as his shirt becomes soaked with blood, the stain on his collar growing bigger and bigger.

Shanti smiles, and puts the gun in the holster under her jacket. She turns around, and heads for the stairwell, closing her jacket as she walks. Shanti laughs as she enters the stairwell. Just as she enters the doorway, she looks back to Claude, her eye suddenly throbbing in pain.


"By the way." She says with animosity hanging heavy in her voice. "Thanks for the black eye." She walks through the doorway, and begins her decent down the stairwell, and out of the building.

[Gallagher]

Hells Angel Part 6
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Shanti watches as Claude runs off down the hallway. She makes a scoffing laugh, the sound muffled under her mask. She looks down the hall at him, making sure he doesn't go far. She begins to look around on the ground for her weapons. By the door, at the corner of the stairs, she finds her gun. She picks up the gun, and holds it firmly in her hand.

"Well," She mutters as she examines the weapon. "No damages." She says as she aims the weapon toward Claude. "Excellent." She smiles as her finger pulls the trigger roughly, the recoild barely jerking her arm. The bullet fires from the barrel, and flies through the air. Shanti watches as Claude continues his run. She blinks for less than a second, and hears him yell in pain. She opens her eyes, and watches Claude fall to the ground in pain.

Shanti leans down to the ground, and picks up her switch blade. She wipes the blood on her jacket, and pushes the blade back into the device with one finger. She puts the knife back in her jacket, and begins walking toward Claude, her laugh echoing in the hall.

"Oh, Rains." She scoffs. "How could you ever think you could evade me? I've killed so many like you. It's foolish for you to even think I'd fail. Especially on a power that can be mimiced by mirrors." Shanti clicks the gun, locking the next round into place. She stops a few yards from Rains in the hallway, staring at him as he crawls in pain.

"Aw, Claude. A fighter to the end." She raises her arm, and aims the gun's sight at the bottom of his neck. "Like I told you earlier, Claude, the Company has a message for you." Shanti smiles as he finger begins to slowly pull back on the cold metal trigger. "They wanted me to tell you...goodbye." Shanti pulls the trigger, and the loud noise of a gunshot echoes loudly throughout the hall. Smoke slowly exits the barrel of the gun as Shanti lowers her arm, her finger slipping over the saftey. She stares at Claude's body, as he quickly falls limp. She watches as his shirt becomes soaked with blood, the stain on his collar growing bigger and bigger.

Shanti smiles, and puts the gun in the holster under her jacket. She turns around, and heads for the stairwell, closing her jacket as she walks. Shanti laughs as she enters the stairwell. Just as she enters the doorway, she looks back to Claude, her eye suddenly throbbing in pain.


"By the way." She says with animosity hanging heavy in her voice. "Thanks for the black eye." She walks through the doorway, and begins her decent down the stairwell, and out of the building.


Claude Rains.

Swan Song Part I

All I could feel was cold. Cold and tired, It was obvious I didn't have much time left. I was no doctor but I'd say the bullet had pierced a lung. I lifted my head and stared at the door in front of me, I felt a sudden sting of pain as I try to breath and nothing comes up but blood. it was dark, almost black. I wasn't coming out of this alive I'd learn't that long ago.

With my last ounces of strength I pulled the rusted keys to the bird cages out of my blood soaked jacket and carved with all my might into the door of peter petrelli. It was a message, a warning, hell even an order. 'Noah' it said. My hand fell limp after I had finished and my vision got increasingly dark and blurry. Claude Rains the invisible man, was to become nothing more than a dead man.

The door to the apartment swung open suddenly, I tried to call out to the figure standing in the doorway, of all the things I'd have as my last sight, she was bottom of that list.

"An..ge..la."

[Apprentice]

I am displeased at Mohinder's response. No matter - I won't let a minor setback slow me down.
"To be frank, I don't have the time to learn how to focus a new ability," I state calmly. "And asking you was merely a formality."

I regret what I have to do, but Mohinder is part of the Company. Thus, any respect I have for our relationship is irrelevant now.

"Introduce me to Molly," I command with Eden's voice.

My mind orders my body to resist him, but my body doesn't want to. And so, I wander slowly over to Molly. What has he done to me?! I can't control myself...the edges of my mind are starting to cloud over, I can barely even hear my own thoughts..."This is Molly," I say brightly and eagerly, the inner conflict that is clearly being won by Peter not even slightly reflected in my voice. "Molly, this is Peter Petrelli. He was one of the men that helped stop Sylar the last time."

Maya rises to her feet, hands balled tightly in fists. "Mohinder, you just said no to him...he did something to you. He did something to you..."

"Sit do --" Peter begins to instruct her, his tone dark and heavy.

Unfortunately for him, Maya's tears are darker and heavier. She's learnt how to manipulate them at will very swiftly; within moments, the pain overwhelms Peter's mental suggestion and my head is clear. The black tears fade across my cheeks and I look up to see Maya clenching her teeth as her gaze rests on Peter. I gesture for Molly to hide behind the computer and scoop up the pistol that Sylar had dropped. Its barrel is a ltitle singed, but I'm confident that it will still shoot.

"Using Eden's power against me. Clever," I growl...and then I realise my foolishness. What can I accomplish my holding this man at gunpoint? All I'm doing is prolonging Molly's anguish. "One more word and I pump a bullet into your head. Remember: I've studied Claire Bennet. I know what will stop even her. Unfortunately, I also know that if you get the first hit in...there's nothing that will stop you." I pause. "If Molly wants to help you, she can. If she doesn't, you leave. Agreed?"

[Eddie Brock]

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My mind orders my body to resist him, but my body doesn't want to. And so, I wander slowly over to Molly. What has he done to me?! I can't control myself...the edges of my mind are starting to cloud over, I can barely even hear my own thoughts..."This is Molly," I say brightly and eagerly, the inner conflict that is clearly being won by Peter not even slightly reflected in my voice. "Molly, this is Peter Petrelli. He was one of the men that helped stop Sylar the last time."

Maya rises to her feet, hands balled tightly in fists. "Mohinder, you just said no to him...he did something to you. He did something to you..."

"Sit do --" Peter begins to instruct her, his tone dark and heavy.

Unfortunately for him, Maya's tears are darker and heavier. She's learnt how to manipulate them at will very swiftly; within moments, the pain overwhelms Peter's mental suggestion and my head is clear. The black tears fade across my cheeks and I look up to see Maya clenching her teeth as her gaze rests on Peter. I gesture for Molly to hide behind the computer and scoop up the pistol that Sylar had dropped. Its barrel is a ltitle singed, but I'm confident that it will still shoot.

"Using Eden's power against me. Clever," I growl...and then I realise my foolishness. What can I accomplish my holding this man at gunpoint? All I'm doing is prolonging Molly's anguish. "One more word and I pump a bullet into your head. Remember: I've studied Claire Bennet. I know what will stop even her. Unfortunately, I also know that if you get the first hit in...there's nothing that will stop you." I pause. "If Molly wants to help you, she can. If she doesn't, you leave. Agreed?"
"Sorry, Mohinder, but diplomacy is a luxury that I don't have time for," I announce defiantly. Using Sylar's telekinesis, I force Mohinder's arm to raise into the air - pointing the gun safely away from me. I regret being so forceful, but I don't think Mohinder understands the gravity of the situation. "Take it easy for a minute," I suggest as I force him to sit down, gun still aimed wildly at the ceiling.

I turn to the Mexican. Her power...it's overwhelming. I can't afford another outburst like that. "That was very rude of you to interject like that," I reprimand her. I hate myself for how much I sound like Sylar right now, but I'm in too deep to stop. "Why don't you get lost for a couple of minutes? And don't even think about using that lethal ability of yours...or I can't guarantee Mohinder's safety."

The look she gave me chilled to the bone. I can just imagine that Sylar has received similar glares in his lifetime. Nonetheless, Eden's power is almost fool-proof as the Mexican leaves the room.

"Hello, Molly, I'm Peter Petrelli," I introduce myself to the young girl. My tone is noticeably less harsh and much more like the Peter I know. "I need to talk to my niece, but I don't know where she is. I heard from Matt Parkman that you're very good at finding people."

[MaskedManJRK]

ORIGINS

I was born the same day The Company started. Irony like that is probably what makes the stars spin.

It was 1962. The Vietnam War had just started and everyone looked up to see if the Russians were finally dropping an A-bomb on their heads.

My childhood was different when compared to most killers, even government ones. I knew my mother and father. Neither of them were what I'd consider abusive. I have no learning disabilities or brain damage or mental illness.

I just became very efficient at killing people.

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Chapter 2 “Treacherous Ally”
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New York, New York

Shanti barges into Bob’s office, knocking the door into the wall violently. The door shutters as it pulls away from the wall, and reveals a large dent in the dry wall. Bob gets up from his desk slowly, a frown on his face.

“Was that necessary, Shanti?”

“Where’s the cheerleader’s blood?” She says in a demanding tone.

“Cheerleader?” Bob questions. “I don’t think I know what you mean?” Shanti’s hands clench into a fist, her grip tightening as her patience wears thin.

“Rains!” She yells. “He gave me a black eye. I know you have Claire Bennet’s blood.” She says in a flustered tone. “I know she can regenerate, and I know the Company has samples. I want one. Now.” Bob stares at Shanti blankly as he keeps his composure.

“How do you know who Ms. Bennet is?” Bob questions. “That’s not disclosed information.” Shanti laughs as she folds her arms across her chest.

“I know things about this company that would worry even you.” Shanti smiles beneath her mask. Bob looks at her for a moment, staring at her silently. He walks back to his chair, and slowly sits down.

“Alright, Shanti.” He says as he begins writing on a piece of paper. “Go down to labs and research. Ask them for sample 45B.” Shanti lowers her arms at her side, and takes in a deep breath.

“Thanks, Bob. Now was that so hard?” Shanti turns to walk out the door just as Bob gets her attention.

“Oh, Shanti.” He calls. She turns back to him, her arm leaning on the doorframe. “How is Mr. Rains?”

“Dead.” She says in a cold voice.

“Good work.” Bob says with a pleasant voice. “Before you go, I have a new assignment for you.”

“More people to kill?”

“What did I hire you for?” Bob says with a smile.

“Fine. Who is it?”

“Cynthia Watters.”

“Another woman?” Shanti says in a disappointed tone. “Can’t I get a challenge?” Shanti suddenly frowns, as her composure changes. “Like, for instance...Sylar.” Bob stays silent as he thinks to himself. He ponders how Shanti could know so many company secrets in only a few weeks employment. After a short time, he looks up to her, and shakes his head.

”Sylar isn’t your task, Shanti. Neither is Ms. Bennet. You go after who I tell you to. That’s why you are here. Understood?” Shanti reluctantly nods. “Good. Cynthia Watters is one of the deadliest people on the planet, Shanti. I must advise you use extreme caution.”

“She used to work for you?”

“Actually, no. But one of our team’s discovered her and her ability. Once we learned what it is was, we immediately began work on making sure she was stopped before she became a problem.”

“She have a vendetta against you guys?”

“No. But some abilities are just to dangerous for us to leave alone.” Shanti stands upright, her interest perked.

”And what is it exactly that she can do?”

“She has the touch of death.” Bob says with a smirk. “Her skin absorbs the energy and nutrients of anyone she touches until there is nothing left.” Shanti stares at Bob with widely opened eyes. He laughs, and leans back in his chair. “I’d advise you wear gloves.”

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Lost Souls Part 3

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France, 1916

Adam stares at the French soldier with an evil smile on his face. The soldier stares back at Adam, holding his gun tightly. The soldier stands ready to strike Adam, his legs positioned firmly in the mud. Adam lunges at the man, the spade at the end of his gun pointed to the man’s heart.

“Die!” Adam screams as his gun moves through the soldier as if he were a ghost. Adam falls through the man, and lands face first on the muddy ground. The soldier takes his chance, and thrusts his rifle through Adam’s back. Adam yells in pain as the rifle cuts through his body, the gory spade exiting his stomach. Adam’s blood pours onto the ground, forming deep pools in the puddles.

The soldier pulls back his rifle, and holds it by his chest, ready for another attack. Adam moans as he struggles to get up. He falls back to the ground, and suddenly blacks out. The French soldier stares at him motionlessly for a few moments, watching the blood soak Adam’s uniform. "Que Dieu ait pitié de vous." He says solemnly as he nods to Adam's body. He turns around, and walks to the latter in the trench. He walks up it, and climbs out of the trench, his head held low in sorrow.

Just as the soldier climbs the latter and gets back onto the ground, Adam wakes up in a violent stir. He turns over, and watches his wound heal quickly before his eyes.

“That…hurt.” He says angrily. Adam looks around the trench for the soldier. To his disappointment, he finds no signs of the man. “Dammit!” He yells as punches the soft wet ground. Adam gets to his feet, and grabs his rifle. He climbs the latter out of the trench hastily, his feet barely touching the steps. When he gets to the level ground, he scans the battlefield. To his surprise, he sees no movement. All he sees is the dark gray smoke coming off of the still hot explosions in the ground. Adam sighs, and turns around. He faces the nearby town, the French Army nowhere in sight. He swings the rifle onto his back, and begins making his way toward the town.

”Guy like him, he could’ve gone anywhere. He could be beneath my feet right now.” Adam pulls a cigarette from his pocket, holding it loosely between two of his fingers. As he walks toward the town, he sees a small fire burning in a hole. Adam gets closer, and sees the burning corps of a French soldier. He snickers to himself, and leans down to the body. He puts the end of the cigarette into the flame. He pulls it back, and places it in his mouth. He inhales the smoke, and exhales it through his nose smoothly. He smiles, and continues his journey to the town.


“First time in over a hundred years I found something interesting, and now he’s gone.”

[Eddie Brock]

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It is time to return to my crusade against the Company. It has been nice to visit my home again, but so many bad memories linger here. I have a job to do. I only hope that Noah has made some headway since I took my leave of absence.

When it comes time to board the plane, I flash the woman my ticket. She glances at it before smiling and stating, "Enjoy your flight, Mr. ---"

"Please," I interrupt her, "Call me Samuel."

And then I make my way onto the plane - heading back to Costa Verde.

[Lord Doom]

Alan Caine:
Soho, New York

Alan sat at his computer clicking through his dad's confidential files. He was determined to find more "super-people" and nothing would prevent him, not even the FBI.

"Alan, you okay, man?"

Alan turned to see his best friend, Steven Jackson, enter his room.

"Hello, Steven."

"Whatcha doin?"

"Look what I found. An old Japanese legend about a man who single-handedly saved Japan."

Steven glanced at the screen and saw Japanese portaits depicting a masked samurai fighting off an army with a black-hilted katana.

"That's just a story, dude. Nothing like that could ever REALLY happen."

"That's what we said about super-powers..."

Steven couldn't argue with that logic.

"So... You think this guy," he looked harder at the screen to find the name of the samurai, "Tak-ezo-ken-say? You think he had super-powers?"

"No doubt. Take a look at the symbol on the hilt of his sword."

Steven glimpsed a strange helix symbol.

"Yeah, so?"

"Check THIS out."

Alan brought up a screen with several pictures of people with the same helix symbol drawn across their faces.

"What's THAT?"

"Evidence found at the scene of a series of murders. Each picture bears the sign of Takezo Kensei."

[Venom160]

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Two days later.....

Alison Crestmere was having the worst day of her life, her boyfriend dumped her, her brother was in a serious car crash, and somebody slashed her tires a couple of days ago. Unfortunatly for Alison, her day is gonna get alot worse.....

"No mom im ok, how Chris? Uh huh. No iv been meaning to visit him in the hospital, I might do that today...

Alison trails off as she hears a knock on the door.

"Someones at the door mom I'll call you back. I love you to."

She hangs up the phone and heads to the door. She unlocks the door leaves the chain on. She cracks open the door and looks at the man standing there.

"Can...can I help you?"

Sylar smiles down at the Woman.

"Hi im sorry to bother you but my car broke down outside and I was wondering if I could use your phone? Iv been knocking up and down this floor and you were the only one to answer."

Alison was reluctant.

"I don't know....."

"I promise it'll only be a minute."

Shes silent for another moment and than smiles.

"Ok come on in."

She undoes the chain and opens the door.

"Im Alison."

"Im Gabriel."

"Nice to meet you, the phone is over there."

Sylar nodes his head and walks over to the phone.

"This is a lovely place, ya know my mother used to live in this apartment."

"Oh really? It must've been a long time ago cause the previous tenet was murdered five months ago and......."

She trails off as she recognises Gabriel's face from the newspaper her landlord showed her. She turns and sees that Gabriel's face has twisted into an evil grin.

"Oh my god!"

She takes one step towards the door before being frozen solid. Sylar lowers his hand and stares at the frozen figure.

"God has nothing to do with this."

Sylar concentrates as the frozen figure levitates into the air and than flies towards the nearest wall, shattering on impact. Sylar looks around and takes in a deep breath.

"Home sweet home....."

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I spend the next couple of days refamiliarizing myself with my abilites sharpening them back to where they once was. The radioactive ability being the most tempermental.....

Sylar sits out on the balcony of the recently deceased Alison Crestmere's apartment. His eyes are closed and his hand are balled into fists. Suddenly his hands starts to glow and eerie red as if they're burning right beneath the skin. He opens one palm and bright ball of energy appears and than goes out. He proceeds to do the same with the other fist. This goes on for several minutes until finally Sylar is happy with his control.

Finally with this ability under my control Im ready to continue with the hunt. But my map of potencial victims have become horribly outdated, which could only mean one thing.....

Sylar opens the front door and takes one final look at the apartment that once belonged to his mother and than leaves.

.......time to pay Dr. Suresh another visit.

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Treacherous Ally Part 2
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New York


Bob Bishop sits at his desk in his room. He holds a pencil in his hand as he stares at a folder on his desk. He taps the pencil impatiently on the desk as he sighs. Suddenly, a knock comes at the door, and Bob looks up.

“Come in.” He says getting to his feet.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, David.” Bob points to the chair at the end of the room, and motions to it. “Have a seat.”

“So,” He starts as he carefully sits in the chair. “What’s so important?”

“I wouldn’t say so much as important as I would imperative.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Bob. Tell me.” Bob walks to his desk, and picks up the folder.

“Do you remember Isaac Mendez?” Bob asks as he taps the folder on his hand.

“The painter, right? Drew the future.”

“Yes.” Bob says with a halfhearted smile. “He could only paint the future when he was…under the influence. Remember when our old associate, Eden, brought him in? She helped him to use his powers soberly.”

”Yes, I vaguely remember that. What’s your point?” Bob laughs under his breath, walking over to David slowly.

”My point, Mr. Light, is that while Isaac was here, he made many drawings that came true. After his death, we confiscated all of his documents and drawings from his apartment. We’ve been analyzing them for months. Almost a year now.”

“And you found something important, didn’t you?” David says in a wry tone. Bob smiles, and hands the folder to him.

“Yes.”

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David takes the folder from Bob’s hands, and pulls out the piece of paper carefully concealed inside. He looks at the unfinished sketch. The picture portrays a woman in a mask attacking a girl dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit. David looks up from the picture, and stares at Bob.

“This…who I think it is?” He asks. “This Bennet’s kid?”

“Yes.” Bob says with a smirk. “Claire Bennet. Can you guess the other individual?”

“No.” David says as he stares back at the picture. “Can’t say that I can.”

“I wouldn’t think you’d know her.” Bob says with a small laugh. “That’s Shanti.”

“What?” David exclaims. “Your hired mercenary is about to kill one of our employee’s daughters?”

“That is certainly what it looks like.”

”Should we tell Bennet?”

”Of course not.” Bob says commandingly. “We’re not going to tell him anything. He, along with ninety-eight percent of this organization, knows nothing about Shanti. We’re simply going to keep this from happening.”

“But, this is just a sketch.” He says in a frustrated tone. “It has no background! How are you going to stop this, if you don’t know where it will happen?”

“Simple.” Bob says calmly, a smile coming across his face. “We monitor both of them very closely.” David stays silent for a moment as he thinks to himself.

“Wait. How does Shanti even know about Claire, let alone her power?”

“I don’t know.” Bob says with a sigh. “I think she hiding something from us.”

“So why did you show me this now? Haven’t you had this picture for months?”

“Yes. I had it when I hired Shanti.”

“Then why did you hire her if you knew she’d try to kill Claire?”

“Because, Mr. Light.” Bob says odiously. “Everything is in my hands, and mine alone.” David sighs, and looks back at the picture.

“So, why did you decide to tell me now?”

“I was going to keep it as my little secret. But recent events have proven that this foreshadowed event could happen sooner than I thought.”

“What recent events?”

”Shanti apparently was injured when she killed Claude. She barged in here demanding she have a vile of Ms. Bennet’s blood.”

“Whoa. Wait a second. Only a few people here know we had samples of Claire’s blood. How did she find out?” Bob walks back to his desk quietly. He slowly leans into his chair, letting out a long sigh.

“Like I said, Mr. Light, there are many things unknown about Shanti.” Bob leans back in his chair, and sits quietly. David goes back to staring at the picture, paying meticulous attention to its details.

“So…what do you think causes this event to happen?”

”Could be one of a few possibilities. Shanti could betray us, and go after Ms. Bennet, hoping to get all the viles of blood she needs. Another possibility, maybe Ms. Bennet’s father betrays us, and I send Shanti after Claire and her father. Or, it could simply be a random incident. Right now, all we have are guesses.”

“Where is Shanti now?”

”She’s getting the blood sample to heal herself.”

“So, what do we do about the cheerleader?”

“Right now, we just keep her under a watchful eye. The most important thing is that she can’t finds out she’s being watched.” Bob sighs, and leans forward. “As for Shanti, I have a…special idea, in mind.”

“What kind of idea?” David asks curiously. Bob laughs, and folds his hands.

“How do you reveal the truth?”

“Um…I don’t know.”

”By bringing things into the light.” Bob smiles, and leans back in his chair proudly. “Wake Maury. We have use for his abilities.”

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"Sorry, Mohinder, but diplomacy is a luxury that I don't have time for," I announce defiantly. Using Sylar's telekinesis, I force Mohinder's arm to raise into the air - pointing the gun safely away from me. I regret being so forceful, but I don't think Mohinder understands the gravity of the situation. "Take it easy for a minute," I suggest as I force him to sit down, gun still aimed wildly at the ceiling.

I turn to the Mexican. Her power...it's overwhelming. I can't afford another outburst like that. "That was very rude of you to interject like that," I reprimand her. I hate myself for how much I sound like Sylar right now, but I'm in too deep to stop. "Why don't you get lost for a couple of minutes? And don't even think about using that lethal ability of yours...or I can't guarantee Mohinder's safety."

The look she gave me chilled to the bone. I can just imagine that Sylar has received similar glares in his lifetime. Nonetheless, Eden's power is almost fool-proof as the Mexican leaves the room.

"Hello, Molly, I'm Peter Petrelli," I introduce myself to the young girl. My tone is noticeably less harsh and much more like the Peter I know. "I need to talk to my niece, but I don't know where she is. I heard from Matt Parkman that you're very good at finding people."http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x90/Edge_027/RPG%20banners/elle.gif

"So, Claire's your niece?" Elle asks in an irritated and saddened tone. "Too bad, Peter. We really could have had something." She smiles at him, and gives him a wink. Elle turns around, and walks toward Mohinder. As she passes him, she suddenly stops, and whispers quietly in his ear.

"If anything happens, I'm in the next room." Mohinder nods, and Elle exits the room through the white paned doors. Elle walks into the kitchen, and picks up her phone from the table. She carefully looks into the room with Peter and Molly, watching for anything unusual. Her fingers begin pressing the numbers on the phone, as she dials a number. The line begins to ring, and Elle impatiently waits for a reply.

"Hello?" The man on the other line answers with a smooth voice.

"Hi, Daddy." Elle says flatly. "We need to talk."

[Apprentice]

"Sorry, Mohinder, but diplomacy is a luxury that I don't have time for," I announce defiantly. Using Sylar's telekinesis, I force Mohinder's arm to raise into the air - pointing the gun safely away from me. I regret being so forceful, but I don't think Mohinder understands the gravity of the situation. "Take it easy for a minute," I suggest as I force him to sit down, gun still aimed wildly at the ceiling.
I turn to the Mexican. Her power...it's overwhelming. I can't afford another outburst like that. "That was very rude of you to interject like that," I reprimand her. I hate myself for how much I sound like Sylar right now, but I'm in too deep to stop. "Why don't you get lost for a couple of minutes? And don't even think about using that lethal ability of yours...or I can't guarantee Mohinder's safety."

The look she gave me chilled to the bone. I can just imagine that Sylar has received similar glares in his lifetime. Nonetheless, Eden's power is almost fool-proof as the Mexican leaves the room.

"Hello, Molly, I'm Peter Petrelli," I introduce myself to the young girl. My tone is noticeably less harsh and much more like the Peter I know. "I need to talk to my niece, but I don't know where she is. I heard from Matt Parkman that you're very good at finding people."


"So, Claire's your niece?" Elle asks in an irritated and saddened tone. "Too bad, Peter. We really could have had something." She smiles at him, and gives him a wink. Elle turns around, and walks toward Mohinder. As she passes him, she suddenly stops, and whispers quietly in his ear.
"If anything happens, I'm in the next room." Mohinder nods, and Elle exits the room through the white paned doors.

It is truly terrifying to witness the extent of this man's power...but it is even more so to realise that the only other person that has what it takes to stop him is Sylar. I ponder upon that for a moment; is it truly necessary for such evil to exist, if only to keep the good in check? I push the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it any further. Now that Maya has gone, we're helpless against Peter. No matter what I say or do, he'll trump me every single time. He probably has powers within him that I've never even heard of or thought about; I can't fight what I don't know. And, in this case, I can't fight what I do know. I watch as Elle leaves and Peter crouches beside Molly. His tone is no longer dark or foreboding...it sounds like the Peter Petrelli that I used to know, the inherently good person that was prepared to do anything to save the world.

"Mohinder? Should I?" Molly asks softly, her hands clutched firmly together. "Should I find someone for him?"

I nod slowly, reluctantly. "Yes, Molly. Help him."

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It is truly terrifying to witness the extent of this man's power...but it is even more so to realise that the only other person that has what it takes to stop him is Sylar. I ponder upon that for a moment; is it truly necessary for such evil to exist, if only to keep the good in check? I push the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it any further. Now that Maya has gone, we're helpless against Peter. No matter what I say or do, he'll trump me every single time. He probably has powers within him that I've never even heard of or thought about; I can't fight what I don't know. And, in this case, I can't fight what I do know. I watch as Elle leaves and Peter crouches beside Molly. His tone is no longer dark or foreboding...it sounds like the Peter Petrelli that I used to know, the inherently good person that was prepared to do anything to save the world.

"Mohinder? Should I?" Molly asks softly, her hands clutched firmly together. "Should I find someone for him?"

I nod slowly, reluctantly. "Yes, Molly. Help him."
Once Mohinder gives in, I release my telekinetic grips over him. I'm hoping that he won't try anything - especially not with Molly so near. Nevertheless, to be safe, I keep one hand stealthily trained on Mohinder, ready to use my telekinesis at any moment...should the worst happen.

Turning my attention back to Molly, I state, "Here. I have a picture of Claire." I reach into my wallet and pull out the picture that I have of Claire. Man, it's been so long since I've seen her face. I just wish I didn't have to visit her under these circumstances.

Molly takes the photo and closes her eyes. Even with them closed, I can see her eyes jumping around under her eyelids. Finally, she opens them again and says simply, "Costa Verde, California."

I nod silently as I stand up. "I'm sorry, Mohinder," I apologize sincerely. I know he probably hates me right now - as he well should. Even so, I feel like I need to try to calm the waters. "I promise, once I've solved Nathan's death, I'll return to help you stop Sylar. I haven't forgotten who I am, Mohinder. Honest."

Whether he accepts the apology or not, I feel better for extending it. Nathan's death has pushed me to an extreme limit. I only hope I can keep myself in check.

Channeling Hiro's power, I close my eyes and teleport away - headed for Costa Verde.

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Once Mohinder gives in, I release my telekinetic grips over him. I'm hoping that he won't try anything - especially not with Molly so near. Nevertheless, to be safe, I keep one hand stealthily trained on Mohinder, ready to use my telekinesis at any moment...should the worst happen.

Turning my attention back to Molly, I state, "Here. I have a picture of Claire." I reach into my wallet and pull out the picture that I have of Claire. Man, it's been so long since I've seen her face. I just wish I didn't have to visit her under these circumstances.

Molly takes the photo and closes her eyes. Even with them closed, I can see her eyes jumping around under her eyelids. Finally, she opens them again and says simply, "Costa Verde, California."

I nod silently as I stand up. "I'm sorry, Mohinder," I apologize sincerely. I know he probably hates me right now - as he well should. Even so, I feel like I need to try to calm the waters. "I promise, once I've solved Nathan's death, I'll return to help you stop Sylar. I haven't forgotten who I am, Mohinder. Honest."

Whether he accepts the apology or not, I feel better for extending it. Nathan's death has pushed me to an extreme limit. I only hope I can keep myself in check.

Channeling Hiro's power, I close my eyes and teleport away - headed for Costa Verde.
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Elle holds her cell phone carefully in her hand. She looks into the next room at Peter as he kneels down next to Molly. Elle's mind quickly becomes filled with questions. She struggles to make her decision. She soon begins asking herself many questions, trying to quickly make a choice.

Should I turn Peter in? She thinks to herself. He was my assignment. I was suppossed to bring him in, and I didn't. I'm sure Daddy wasn't pleased about that. But now, he sits right in the other room! I could bring him in right now, and earn back daddy's faith! Elle sighs, and closes her eyes.

But, when I saved Mohinder and the others, such a feeling came over me. I feeling I've never had in my life. Pride in myself. It didn't come from others, I felt it myself. I saved them. I was a hero. All my life I've been told to retrieve and kill, and now I save someone, and my whole outlook changes. What do I do?

"Elle?" Her father asks on the other line. "Elle, are you ok?"

"Yeah." Elle says as she takes a deep breath.

"Is something wrong?" He asks concerned.

"No...no. I just have a question for you." She explains in a nervous tone.

"Well, don't keep me waiting. You know I'm busy."

"Right, right." Elle takes a deep breath as she switches the phone to her other ear. "I wanted to ask you if I could be Mohinder's partner." Elle waits for father's response anxiously as the two stay silent for a moment. "It would be perfect." Elle explains as she breaks the akward silence. "Mohinder has the list of all people with abilities. He'll be traveling the world to find them. He'll need help and protection. Who better to provide protection better than me?"

"Well," Bob says in an unsure tone. He pauses, and stays silent for a moment. "Actually, that would be a very good idea."

"Really?" Elle says in surprise.

"Yes. Mohinder does need protection. He has a very important job, and we would hate for anything to happen to him."

"Heh, that's great." Elle says with a smile.

"Under one condition. Mohinder logs all of these people, and says his results to us. Just incase we want to pay these people...a visit."

"Of course." Elle says with a smirk.

"Where are you, by the way? You left in such a rush."

"I'm at Mohinder's."

"Convenient." Bob says unamused.

"Um...yeah."

"While I have you," Bob starts. "Have you ever found Peter Petrelli?"

"Um.." Elle looks into the other room at Peter. She stares at him as she bites her lower lip. She takes a deep sigh, and closes her eyes. "No. Haven't seen him. Bastard's impossible to find."

"That's too bad." Bob says with a dissapointed tone. "I'll just have to get one of our other associates to find him."

"Guess so." Elle looks back into the room at Peter, and watches him stand up. He holds his hands at his side adn he nods to Mohinder. Within the blink of an eye, he dissapears, and Elle sighs. "Ok, daddy, I have to go."

"I understand, Elle. Keep a close eye on Mohinder, and protect that list."

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl."

Elle closes the phone, and places it on the kitchen counter. She holds it there as she closes her eyes, getting her composure. She soon opens her eyes, and walks back into the other room. She looks to Mohinder, and smiles.

"Awe, I missed him? Too bad." Elle leans up against the door frame as she folds her arms. "I talked to my father." She says in a serious tone. "He agreed to our partnership." Elle rests her hands at her side, and walks closer to Mohinder. She stops a few feet from him, and places her hands on her hips. "So, what do we do now?"

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France, 1916

Adam walks into the town casually. The French villagers stare at him in fear. The women hold their children close to them and rush inside. The men watch him walk through their streets, their fists balled tightly. Adam looks at one of the men watching him, and smiles.

“What?” He says with a smirk. “You want to kill me? Try.”

Suddenly, Adam hears the loud sound of a gun shot echo through the street. He feels a piercing pain in his chest, and looks down. He sees his uniform quickly soak in blood. He turns around hastily to face his shooter. To his surprise, he sees the same French soldier standing only a few meters away from him holding his rifle. Light gray smoke softly waves from the gun and into the cool winter breeze as it carries off into the air.

The soldier stands proudly, lowering his rifle to his side. Adam looks down at his chest, and then back up at the soldier.

“You shot me.” He says softly. He rips open his uniform, tearing the buttons from the clothing. A smile comes to his face as he shows his unharmed chest. The fresh blood runs down his torso away from the non-existent wound. The soldier stares at him in shock, and Adam laughs. “I thought you’d have learned that doesn’t work by now.”

“Vous êtes sains et saufs.” The soldier says in confusion. “Vous êtes un démon!”

“Not a demon!” Adam says haughtily. “A god!”

Adam pulls the rifle off of his shoulder and holds it in his hand firmly. He swings the rifle around as if it were a sword. He suddenly stops, and holds the weapon by the butt of the gun. He holds it in his hand arrogantly, an evil smirk on his face.

“You wanted a fight? So did I!” Adam runs at the soldier, holding his rifle ready to strike. The soldier stares at Adam in disbelief and confusion.

“He est…crazy.” The soldier says softly under his breath.

Adam lunges at the soldier, and the man raises his rifle, blocking Adam’s rifle. Adam clenches his teeth as he forces the man’s rifle down. He swings the spade at the man violently. The weapon continues to phase through the soldier. Adam thrust the spade through the man’s body, and pulls it back out. The man stares at him blankly, his body unharmed.

“Why won’t you die!” Adam yells in anger, thrusting his blade at the man again. The spade continues to move through the French soldier, and Adam quickly becomes impatient. He jumps back from the man, and pulls a grenade from his hand. He holds it high above his head, laughing as he frowns.

“You think I can’t kill you? Is that it! No one beats me!” Adam arms the explosive, and throws it at the soldier’s feet. The villagers run and scream in fear as the smoke emits from the small bomb. The soldier stares at the grenade in fear as the smoke suddenly ceases.

“Mon Dieu!” The soldier exclaims as the grenade explodes. Shrapnel and fire shoot in all directions as smoke fills the street. Adam falls to the ground from the impact of the blast. The screams of the citizens pierce the silence of the explosion, and the rough winds quickly blow away the smoke. Adam looks up and lifts himself to his feet. He winces in pain as he pushes his arm back into socket. He feels sharp pains in his arm as he looks to see pieces of jagged metal ripping through his arm. He clenches his teeth as he rips the shrapnel from his arm. He watches the wounds quickly heal, and he smiles.

“Let’s see him survive that.” As Adam stares down the street, the smoke quickly dissipates. Adam’s smile suddenly turns to a frown as he stares at the French soldier, still standing firmly amidst the wreckage. “No…” He says with doubt. “How can you still be standing?” Adam reaches to the ground, and picks up his rifle. He takes bullets from his pocket, and quickly loads them into his rifle.

“You must die!” Adam yells as he begins to fire at the man. Each shot echoes loudly off of the buildings as puffs of smoke emit from his gun. He slowly walks toward the man, his finger repetitively pulling the trigger. He watches as the man stands firm, the bullet passing through his form.

“Why! Can’t! I! Hurt you!” Suddenly, Adam pulls the trigger on his rifle, and hears the empty click of his gun. He stares at the weapon, and throws it on the ground in anger. He walks up to the soldier, his teeth glistening with spit as his face tenses in rage. “Tell me, you. How can you still stand without a scratch? How? How!” The man stays silent as he stares at Adam in a sympathetic way. The man sighs, and frowns.

“I…pity, you.” He says solemnly. Adam suddenly turns to the sky as he hears a familiar noise resonating throughout the town. He watches the sky closely as a red object suddenly comes into view over the buildings. Adam smiles, and turns back to the man.

“And I you.”

As the plane drops closer to the ground, more red planes come into view behind it. The rumble of the planes’ motors sound loudly throughout the area. Adam looks back and watches as objects begin dropping from them, falling like rocks to the town below.

“Goodbye.” He says with a smile. The object from the plane hits the ground with great force, and erupts in a violent explosion. The other planes fall in line, and drop more bombs onto the ground below. One of the planes fires its guns at the villagers below, and screams once again fill the air. A bomb drops just behind Adam and the French soldier, and quickly explodes in fire and debris. Within seconds, the area becomes a wasteland, marked with smoke and flames as the fire eats away at anything left standing.

After a few hours, the smoke clears, showing the horrible wreckage of the assault. The buildings lie in rubble, and the trees burn brightly in flames. The streets run red with blood as the mangled and charred bodies of the villagers lie on the ground motionlessly. Suddenly, one of the bodies stirs. It gets to its feet, and brushes off the debris from its clothes.

“Hell of a time.” Adam says proudly. He walks a few feet in front of him to another body. He leans down, and sees the remnants of the blue French uniform on the body. Adam laughs as he stares at the man’s burnt body.

“Guess I was right. I couldn’t kill you.” Adam lets out a small laugh, and looks up at the dark gray clouds hovering overtop the landscape. A loud rumble of thunder sounds from the clouds as bright lightening lights up the area. “But I can outlast. And that’s all that matters.” Adam gets to his feet, and begins walking through the destroyed town. “Goodbye, friend.” Adam yells back to the soldier. “We’ll never meet again. Be thankful for that.”

[Byrd Man]

Odessa Texas
One Week Ago

"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way."

I clear my throat as I look back at Peter and Matt, Peter gives me a nod as Matt squeezes my shoulder.

"But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth."

I take a deep breath before I press on.

"I have the ability to-"

That's all I manage to get out of my mouth, as three rounds pierce my chest and I fall to the ground.

"Nathan!!"

Peter's voice is the last thing I hear before the darkness over takes me....



Now...

My eyes snap open and I leap up, I'm laying flat on a metallic table. My body shakes and shivers all over.

"Holy sh-"

"It might take you a moment to warm up. We had to keep you in cold storage so you wouldn't spoil."

"W-w-where am I?"

"At my office in Hartsdale."

"I K-know you."

"You should.

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"Welcome back to the world of the living, Mr. Petrelli."

[Lord Doom]

"Are you sure about this, man?" Steven replied.

"Absolutely. If we're serious about using my abilties to exterminate evil, then we're going to need money."

"Yeah, but... Isn't this REALLY immoral?"

I shook my head.

"No. This man deserves what he gets. He raped children. RAPED them. CHILDREN. This is more than he deserves."

"Okay..."

Steven wasn't sure of himself. But I was. I knew that, sometimes, doing the right thing in the end could mean doing the wrong thing in the beginning.

"There he is..."

Mark Ledgers, a powerful real-estate agent from the Bronx, spent his life saving up money, just in case he was caught with one of his victims. He loved children. Especially little brunette girls. And he had a LOT of money saved up. Money that was about to be MINE.

"So, what? Are you gonna just have him waltz in there and ask for ten grand?"

"No need. He's headed for the ATM. All I have to do is find out his pin number, then I can take out as much as I need. Once I make him give you his credit card, of course."

"How're you gonna do that?"

"I can harness my ability to a certain degree. All I have to do is PARTIALLY possess him. When he punches in his pin, I'll be able to see it through HIS eyes."

Mr. Ledgers approached the ATM.

"Watch my body." I said as I engaged my ability. Steven nodded.

I shut my eyes and concentrated. When my eyes opened, they were milky white with the exception of the black helix symbol that appeared in each eye. Suddenly, I was watching the world through the eyes of Mark Ledgers. 04-06-89 was the pin number. Possibly a date of some kind. Now it was time to take full possession of Ledgers. I focused. Then Ledgers (me) walked over to Steven and handed him the credit card.

"Don't lose it." I comanded in Ledgers' voice. Steven nodded and I walked back to the ATM in Ledgers' body.

I released my hold on the sick bastard and reappeared in my own body. I hated leaving my body. It was a very... violating experience. I watched for a moment as a confused Mark Ledgers searched for his credit card. I couldn't help but chuckle.

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Elle holds her cell phone carefully in her hand. She looks into the next room at Peter as he kneels down next to Molly. Elle's mind quickly becomes filled with questions. She struggles to make her decision. She soon begins asking herself many questions, trying to quickly make a choice.

Should I turn Peter in? She thinks to herself. He was my assignment. I was suppossed to bring him in, and I didn't. I'm sure Daddy wasn't pleased about that. But now, he sits right in the other room! I could bring him in right now, and earn back daddy's faith! Elle sighs, and closes her eyes.

But, when I saved Mohinder and the others, such a feeling came over me. I feeling I've never had in my life. Pride in myself. It didn't come from others, I felt it myself. I saved them. I was a hero. All my life I've been told to retrieve and kill, and now I save someone, and my whole outlook changes. What do I do?

"Elle?" Her father asks on the other line. "Elle, are you ok?"

"Yeah." Elle says as she takes a deep breath.

"Is something wrong?" He asks concerned.

"No...no. I just have a question for you." She explains in a nervous tone.

"Well, don't keep me waiting. You know I'm busy."

"Right, right." Elle takes a deep breath as she switches the phone to her other ear. "I wanted to ask you if I could be Mohinder's partner." Elle waits for father's response anxiously as the two stay silent for a moment. "It would be perfect." Elle explains as she breaks the akward silence. "Mohinder has the list of all people with abilities. He'll be traveling the world to find them. He'll need help and protection. Who better to provide protection better than me?"

"Well," Bob says in an unsure tone. He pauses, and stays silent for a moment. "Actually, that would be a very good idea."

"Really?" Elle says in surprise.

"Yes. Mohinder does need protection. He has a very important job, and we would hate for anything to happen to him."

"Heh, that's great." Elle says with a smile.

"Under one condition. Mohinder logs all of these people, and says his results to us. Just incase we want to pay these people...a visit."

"Of course." Elle says with a smirk.

"Where are you, by the way? You left in such a rush."

"I'm at Mohinder's."

"Convenient." Bob says unamused.

"Um...yeah."

"While I have you," Bob starts. "Have you ever found Peter Petrelli?"

"Um.." Elle looks into the other room at Peter. She stares at him as she bites her lower lip. She takes a deep sigh, and closes her eyes. "No. Haven't seen him. Bastard's impossible to find."

"That's too bad." Bob says with a dissapointed tone. "I'll just have to get one of our other associates to find him."

"Guess so." Elle looks back into the room at Peter, and watches him stand up. He holds his hands at his side adn he nods to Mohinder. Within the blink of an eye, he dissapears, and Elle sighs. "Ok, daddy, I have to go."

"I understand, Elle. Keep a close eye on Mohinder, and protect that list."

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl."

Elle closes the phone, and places it on the kitchen counter. She holds it there as she closes her eyes, getting her composure. She soon opens her eyes, and walks back into the other room. She looks to Mohinder, and smiles.

"Awe, I missed him? Too bad." Elle leans up against the door frame as she folds her arms. "I talked to my father." She says in a serious tone. "He agreed to our partnership." Elle rests her hands at her side, and walks closer to Mohinder. She stops a few feet from him, and places her hands on her hips. "So, what do we do now?" http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

Before Mohinder could answer the front door of his lab suddenly implodes, flying acros the room and smashing against the wall. Mohinder and Elle looks towards the door to see a figure standing there.

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"Hello Mohinder, sorry to just barge in like this but this a an important matter."

[Byrd Man]

Hartsdale, New York

I wrap the blanket tight around me as Bob talks.

"I won't lie and say bringing you hear was easy. I had to pull some strings with many people."

"My mother?"

"No. The less she knows, the better. Only two people know you're alive now. Me and the man who brought you back to life, and he's in no condition to speak to anyone."

At that time, a skinny boy with white hair emerges from the room's corner. His skin is pale white and his eyes are tinted red.

"As you can tell, my friend here is an albino. He also has the unfortunate fate to be born without hearing or the ability to speak. But, he makes up for it. Show Mr. Petrelli what you can do."

The boy pulls up his sleeves and walks over to a dead bird laying in a small metallic tray.

"His name is Lazarus and he's a very special young man. I found him in a small German villiage, they were calling him an abomination against god and were close to burning him at the stake. That was, until I intervended."

The boy places his arms on the bird's neck and closes his eyes. The bird starts to violently jerk and springs to life, flying around the room.

"Think of our young friend's powers as those of Mr. Linderman, just with an added kick."

Bob looks at the boy and nods, Lazarus points towards the bird with his right hand and snaps his fingers. The bird drops to the floor, just as dead as it was moments ago.

"Lazarus giveth, Lazarus taketh away.

You'll notice the marks on your chest, Mr. Petrelli. Those are the gunshot wounds caused by your killer."

It all comes back to me. I leap off the table and stare Bob down.

"You! You did this! I was going to go public with my powers and you had me killed!"

"No. But rest assured, I am doing everything within my power to find your killer. Rest assure, Nathan, they will be brought to justice."

I sigh and look around the room.

"Why? Why bring me back to life? What do you need from me?"

Bob smiles.

"Oh, nothing. Just service."

My eyes wide as it dawns on me.

"No! I won't work for The Company."

"Come now, Nathan. Both your parents had a hand in founding it. It's your destiny."

I shake my head as I move towards the door.

"No way. I won't do it. Go ahead and kill me again."

I put my hand on the door knob and turn it as Bob speaks again.

"I wouldn't think of killing you...now your family."

I stop and look back at Bob.

"Well, that's a diffrent story all together. Think about it: With just one snap of his finger, Lazarus could make them all drop dead. Your brother, your sons, your wife....your daughter. Yes, Nathan. Even the cheerleader isn't immune to my friend. Now, are you in or are you out?"

Bob holds his hand out for me to shake. I only nod, I don't give him the satisfaction.

"That's a good boy. Now...let's meet your partner."

[MaskedManJRK]

Noah Bennett


I sit in the room the Company has provided for me in their headquarters. Apparently they don't trust me enough to have my own room. They shouldn't, really.

I don't want to think about what I've been doing so I turn on the television. On the channel is images of Nathan Petrelli being shot. It's been this long and people are still playing it--he's turning into the new JFK. Conspiracy theorists aplenty are trying to decipher who killed him and what he was going to say before he did. I slam my fist onto the remote and the image fades away. I don't want to think about that either.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. I stand up and walk to the door. I open it to see Bob standing in front of me.

"Noah Bennett? I'd like you to meet your new partner...Nathan Petrelli."

Times like this, I imagine God has a sick sense of humor.

[Blacklight]

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Costa Verde, California...

"Oh my god..."

:"In other news, former US Congressman Nathan Petrelli was recently assassinated in Odessa, Texas a few days ago. He was recently pronounced dead.":

I freeze as the video of my biological father being shot stops me cold. I couldn't move. I may not have known him well, but he is my father. The Company must've had something to do with this. Maybe even my dad had something to do with it. The Company has been and still continues ruining my life. First they got us on the run, then they kidnap me and steal my blood, then they kill my dad, bring him back to life and force him to work for the Company again, now this...

Now more than ever have I wanted to take them down, but I'll need some help from two people: West and Peter Petrelli...

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[JinnSato]

Jimmy Ryons Jail Journal. Month 5. Final Entry

I've been sitten in this 5 by 6 cell for five ****ing months now. And tomorrow is the day. The day I get out. I'm going to leave this hear for whatever lucky bastard gets to stay here next. A little bit of light reading is always good to pass time.

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I sit there writing the last bit of my journal. Heh if it weren't for this thing I'd be bored out of my mind. We'll it's time for a prof read.
I open the journal to the first page and begin to read.

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Jimmy Ryons Jail Journal. Day1. Fist Entry.

Ha ha ha!! Hell of a first day. I'll tell you. These ****ing ****s actually thought the y could hurt me. Ha ha ha. But I'm jumping ahead of myself. Lets start from after I was apprehended.

I was immediately brought to the interrogation room. Two way mirror and everything.

"Alright Jimmy" The first douche said to me. "We just wanna know. Where are you hiding the drugs?? All you have to do is tell us and you might get off easy.... That is if you aren't accused for ewvery other crime you've committed."


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"Drugs??" I asked stupidly. "I don't know nothin' about any drugs."

The guy reared back and punched me in the face. "Don't **** with us Ryons!!" Yelled the next guy on my dick head list. "Well maybe you can refresh my memory. Cause your friend right there punches like a *****."

WHAM!! I hit the floor. Maybe this guy could punch, doesn't matter. I'll never feel it.
"So am I still a little ***** Jimmy??"

"I don't know I'm not bleeding yet."

After an hour of nothing but boredom they finally give up. They escort me to my cell. Before they leave me I get some comforting words from the douche. He says "You may be tough Jimmy. But you'll get whats coming to you. Tomorrow." Ha ha. Can't wait.

[Saved]

Lost Souls Part 5
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Present - Cemetary, Japan

Adam Monroe lies in his resting place; his eternal cell. Six feet of gravel and dirt separate him from freedom. Adam sighs and rolls over to face one of the walls in his coffin. He picks up a button wedged between two planks in the casket, and roughly scrapes it against the wall next to the other marks. He sighs, and rolls back, looking up at the top of his tomb with a frown on his face.

“Twelve days.” He says with a sneer. “Twelve bloody days I’ve been trapped here. I’ve had about enough. No one will come looking for me. I mind as well lie here and wait for death.” He pauses, and stays silent for a moment. “Oh, that’s right, I can’t die. But I know the people responsible for this can. And that’s the only thing that keeps me going.” An evil sneer comes across Adam’s face as he closes his eyes. His mind drifts off into sleep, and he soon falls into a deep slumber.

Liverpool, England September 1, 1939

Adam Monroe sits at a table in the corner of a bar, sipping a mug of beer. He wears a brown coat closed tightly by a strap of cloth. Across from his sit two other men, each wear long black coats. The other men drink from their glasses as well, a look of concern on their faces.

“Monroe.” The one starts. “Where’ve you been?” Adam smiles and swallows the beer in his mouth slowly.

“China.” He says calmly.

“Another war?” One of the men asks surprised.

“Yes, John. War is a part of mankind. It will never stop. That’s the only thing you can count on.” Adam leans back, and takes another drink from his mug.

“Well, why are you back? Is it over?”

“No.” He pauses and grips his mug tightly. “I had a…misunderstanding with one of their generals.”

“It didn’t end well did it?” John says with a smile.

”Does anything with me?” Adam says in a cold voice, a smile proudly showing on his face.

“Damn, Adam! If everyone had half the nerve of you, we’d have another world war!” Adam frowns, his mind drifting back to his experiences on the battlefield only twenty years before.

“Another world war.” Adam says softly. “Sounds more possible then you think.”

“Why do you say that?” The other man asks.

”Because, Jack, things are getting bad again. It’s something I can sense. Mankind’s inability to accept change always incites violence. A new threat is coming, boys. I can just feel it.”

”Well, I did hear some word from Germany. Their leader, Adolf something or other, he’s apparently a crazy man.”

“You don’t say?” Adam asks inquisitively.

“Yeah,” John starts. “He’s been causing some hostilities with us and a couple other countries.”

“Interesting.” Adam says as he leans back in his chair. “So, how you boys been? It’s been five years at least."

“Oh, I’m good.” Jack says with a smile. “Parents aren’t really proud of my selected, ‘profession’, but what else is new?” Adam laughs.

“Don’t worry.” Adam says reassuringly. “No one approves of 'hired hands.' They claim we can’t be trusted. We all know how untrue that is, right?”

”Yeah. You can always trust us to work for the highest bidder.”

The three men laugh as they clash their glasses together. Adam drinks the rest of his beverage, and slams the mug down on the table with a smile.

“I’ve missed you guys, you know? It’s not the same when you’re not with friends.”

“We’ve missed you, Adam. Those old war stories of yours.” John pauses, and thinks to himself for a minute. “I still can’t believe you fought in The Great War. You barely look twenty-five!” Adam smiles as he stares at John.

”Man’s got to stay healthy, boys. Old family secret.” Adam gives the two men a wink as he leans forward in his chair. “So, you were saying things are getting tense here, huh? I’ve been gone awhile. Update me.” The men suddenly turn serious as they dismiss the pleasantries, and get down to the serious discussions of business.

”Germany’s been reconstructing itself. Their people have found a new sense of pride with their new leader.”

“And what does this leader promise?”

“Change.”

“Does anyone seem to have a problem with him?”

“Yeah, almost every European leader. The tensions are growing tighter, Adam. Things are getting really…edgy.”

“What about America?” Adam asks sternly. “Are they involved?”

“They could care less.” Jack intejects. “They’re still pretending they’re neutral.”

“Very interesting.” Adam leans back, and taps his chin with his fingers slowly as he thinks to himself.

“If war does erupt, we’ll have new assignments for sure. Mercenaries are highly popular during times of war.”

”You don’t have to tell that to me, John.” He says dismissively. Jack looks at Adam’s coat. He begins to stare at a strange bulge under the cloth. The longer he stares, the more his curiosity grows.

“Hey, Adam? What’s that?” He says pointing at the protrusion.

“Oh, this?” He says with a grin. “A little souvenir I picked up while in China.” Adam pats the object with pride as he leans in closer to the other men.

“Samurai sword. Made from the finest metals available. I’d show you now, but I don’t think that would be a good idea given where we are.”

”Where’d you get it?” John asks excitedly.

“Like I said. One of the generals and I had a…misunderstanding.”

”Man, Adam. You really are ruthless.” Jack says with a laugh.

“Would you expect any less?” Adam pulls a few English pounds from his pocket, and places the paper on the table. He pushes out his chair slowly, and gets to his feet.

“Alright boys, I’ll see you later. I have to see to some matters here.” Suddenly, a man rushes into the bar. He breathes heavily as he tries to catch his breath. The man quickly gets his bearings, and stands straight, a look of shock on his face.

“Germany! It’s Germany!” The man shouts. “They’ve invaded Poland!”

The bar suddenly erupts with loud whispers and murmurs. Adam looks at the man, and then looks back to his friends sitting at the table. A smile quickly finds its way across his face as he places his hands in his pockets.

“Well, boys.” Adam says proudly. “Looks like we won’t be out of a job too much longer.”

[Byrd Man]

Noah Bennett



I sit in the room the Company has provided for me in their headquarters. Apparently they don't trust me enough to have my own room. They shouldn't, really.

I don't want to think about what I've been doing so I turn on the television. On the channel is images of Nathan Petrelli being shot. It's been this long and people are still playing it--he's turning into the new JFK. Conspiracy theorists aplenty are trying to decipher who killed him and what he was going to say before he did. I slam my fist onto the remote and the image fades away. I don't want to think about that either.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. I stand up and walk to the door. I open it to see Bob standing in front of me.

"Noah Bennett? I'd like you to meet your new partner...Nathan Petrelli."


Times like this, I imagine God has a sick sense of humor.


I stare at Bennet for a second, not speaking. Bob wants me to work with the man who tried to capture me, the same man who's the legal father of my daughter.

"Bennet, I thought you quit The Company."

[Eddie Brock]

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Once in Costa Verde, it is not incredibly difficult to find Claire. In fact, I think I may have subconsciously tapped into Molly's power at times. However I did it, I ended up at Claire's house - which is the important thing.

After ringing the doorbell, I stand there solemnly with my hands in my trenchcoat's pockets. Finally, a woman answers the door. She must be Claire's adopted mother.

"How can I help you?" she asks politely.

"My name is Peter Petrelli, and I am Claire's uncle," I explain. "I need to speak with Claire. There's been a great tragedy."

Mrs. Bennet nods grimly. "I heard about your brother. Noah spoke of him before," she responds.

"May I?" I ask while starting to take off my trenchcoat.

"Of course," Ms. Bennet replies while moving out of the doorway so I can get in.

"Is Noah here, by any chance?" I inquire. Noah could help me figure out who killed Nathan, if he's available.

"No, he's...out."

As I make my way down the foyer, I am 'attacked' by a little pomeranian.

"Mr. Muggles! Leave our guest alone!"

[Apprentice]

Before Mohinder could answer the front door of his lab suddenly implodes, flying acros the room and smashing against the wall. Mohinder and Elle looks towards the door to see a figure standing there.

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"Hello Mohinder, sorry to just barge in like this but this a an important matter."

I whip about, that sinister voice overwhelming me with fear. Sylar, Peter Petrelli, and then Sylar again - what kind of life have I gotten myself into? Have I dragged Molly into? I turn to the little girl on the bed, but she's not there. The window behind her is ajar...I knew there was another reason that I loved that child so much. The gun that I had targeted Peter with is still in my hand, concealed behind my back. There's no way that I can draw it fast enough to gun him down without him defending himself; unless, of course, Elle bruises him a little first. I can't help but feel that this is a baptism of fire for us. No sooner do we get approved to be partners within the Company, Sylar reappears on our doorstep. If the murderer standing before me were even remotely controllable, I'd suspect that Bob was playing with us.

"Sylar. I'm glad you decided to return," I say, mockingly pleasant. "Maybe this time we can entertain you."

If I weren't the scientist I am, I would have been tempted to tell him that he is going down and maybe even thrown in an expletive. As it was, I couldn't quite bring myself to lower my standards for such a monster.

* * *

Outside of the apartment, Molly darted down the walkway, her destination set clearly as the darkly-skinned woman that had sunk to the concrete at the bottom of the metallic stairway, evidently now free of Peter's mental suggestion. The clairvoyant skidded to a halt and seized Maya's shoulders, alarming the Mexican.

"Molly, what is it?" she demanded.

"It's Sylar. He came back..." Molly explained hurriedly.

Maya uttered a swift prayer, before ascending the steps and moving back towards the loft.

[Venom160]

I whip about, that sinister voice overwhelming me with fear. Sylar, Peter Petrelli, and then Sylar again - what kind of life have I gotten myself into? Have I dragged Molly into? I turn to the little girl on the bed, but she's not there. The window behind her is ajar...I knew there was another reason that I loved that child so much. The gun that I had targeted Peter with is still in my hand, concealed behind my back. There's no way that I can draw it fast enough to gun him down without him defending himself; unless, of course, Elle bruises him a little first. I can't help but feel that this is a baptism of fire for us. No sooner do we get approved to be partners within the Company, Sylar reappears on our doorstep. If the murderer standing before me were even remotely controllable, I'd suspect that Bob was playing with us.

"Sylar. I'm glad you decided to return," I say, mockingly pleasant. "Maybe this time we can entertain you."

If I weren't the scientist I am, I would have been tempted to tell him that he is going down and maybe even thrown in an expletive. As it was, I couldn't quite bring myself to lower my standards for such a monster.

* * *

Outside of the apartment, Molly darted down the walkway, her destination set clearly as the darkly-skinned woman that had sunk to the concrete at the bottom of the metallic stairway, evidently now free of Peter's mental suggestion. The clairvoyant skidded to a halt and seized Maya's shoulders, alarming the Mexican.

"Molly, what is it?" she demanded.

"It's Sylar. He came back..." Molly explained hurriedly.

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"Maybe this time we can entertain you."

I smile as I walk toward Mohinder who tenses up.

"Oh you mean her?"

I motion towards the blonde.

"Oh she might've been a threat when I didnt have my abilites but....."

I trail off when I notice a well placed mirror reflecting the gun behind Mohinder's back. I raise my hand at once ripping the gun from his hand and quickly bring it to mine.

"Tsk tsk im hurt Mohinder, truely I am. I thought we were past all this."

My hand starts to glow as radiation start surging through the gun causing it to melt.

"You know nothing you can do can stop me...."

The blonde steps forward and fires a bolt of electricity from her hands. I focus and deflect it into a nearby wall. I glare at her as she stares me down.

"Don't. Do that. Again. Or I'll nuke you, him, and everyone else on this block including..."

I shift my glare to Mohinder.

"....little Molly."

I take great pleasure in seeing the fear in Mohinder's eyes. But something draws my attention, its very faint. I let up my control and my hearing amplifies causing the faint voices to become crystal clear.

"Molly, what is it?"

"It's Sylar. He came back..."

My grin widens as I hear footsteps coming closer.

This is coming together better than I expected.

[Apprentice]

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Previously...
IC: Hiro Nakamura

Tokyo, Japan

<"Hiro! Hiro!">

Ando opens the door to the apartment and comes inside to the sitting room. I am sitting on a pillow. The Kensei sword splayed infront of me.

<"Yes, Ando?">

<"It's been a week. You do not answer your phone. What have you been doing?">

<"Meditating. Reflecting on my journey and where I am to go.">

<"So, you have not seen the news?">

I look up at him and furrow my brow.

<"What news?">

Ando pulls out a newspaper, it's the New York Times from six days ago.

<"This.">

My jaw drops as I read the headline.

Former Congressman Petrelli, shot and killed in Texas.

"Nasan Petrelli!"

I snatch the paper from Ando's hands and read it three times over.

<"I know what I must do.">

I stand up, grabbing my sword and placing it into the holster.

<"I will be back in a moment.">

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Seven Days Ago
Odessa, Texas

I appear behind the crowd of reporters, Nathan Petrelli talks into the microphones.

"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way. But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth. I have the ab-"

Two shots fire into his chest, I squint my eyes and time stops.

I follow the path of the bullets to a man in the back. He's wearing glasses. I've seen his picture before...somwhere...

"Noah Bennet...."

He works for the Company. I seen his file when Ando and I were searching for who Kensei really was..

I squint once more, dissapearing back to the present.

New York City

Now

I appear in Time Square, just like I did the first time I ever teleported. I walk and find a phone, I press zero and get the operator.

"I need to find, Peter Petrelli."
Hiro patiently awaited the operator's response, the phone pressed firmly to his ear as he silently struggled to overcome the wave of information and the flood of emotion that were threatening to drown him. Nathan Petrelli was dead, assassinated by an agent of his father's Company; Peter's presence at the press conference, however, implied that he had seen through Adam Monroe's deception and returned to his pure, rightful nature. It seemed as though Adam's legacy had been well and truly stamped out, a fact which Hiro was thankful for. Fortunately, the size and intensity of New York City was not adding to his muted despair; his time spent roaming through the concrete jungle with Ando in the previous year, along with his rudimentary knowledge of the national dialect, had evidently dispelled his fears and nervousness. Despite the few odd glances directed towards the sheathed blade that was strapped across his back, he felt perfectly at home. He ran his hand down the telephone wire as he contemplated his next movement...only for his fingers to slide off the end.

"Wha -- ?" he murmured, his brow furrowing in confusion as he probed the smoothly-severed cord with an inquisitive digit. "It has been cut. But...how? Who could have been fast enough to do this?" He whipped about, his gaze wandering across the weary crowd as they shuffled towards their destinations, barricading themselves away from the wind with flimsy coats and scarves. None of them were close enough to the young Japanese man to have been the perpetrator, and he grunted quietly in bemusement...and then the bullet came, shearing through his left shoulder and clattering noisily to the concrete. The throng of people cried out as one, the resounding bang from the firearm initiating a variety of responses. Some threw themselves to the ground, others darted for cover, still more hurriedly scanned the vicinity for the sniper. Only two citizens rushed to Hiro's side, kneeling beside him and clamping their jackets across his open, soaked wound. Hiro himself observed none of this, the agony of the injury acting as white noise. The incessant thumping of his heart was deafening him, but he strived to throw himself back, back to the moment of the shot...

...and there he was once again, Times Square no longer in chaos but reverted to its tired, quiet state. Hiro span, gripping the hilt of his sword. The bullet could spring forth at any moment, he knew; even as he tore the blade free of its sheath, its sharply high tones ringing out, the projectile was launched through the air. Metal met metal as the ancient weapon barred the way of the bullet, removing its kinetic energy and sending vibrations spidering through to the handle. Hiro thrust out a hand and the felled bullet dropped softly into his palm, before leaping away and crouching behind a conveniently-positioned bin. The inhabitants of the Square were once again enveloped by bedlam, desperately dashing about in a crazed manner. Hiro secured his sword in its housing and leaned in to carefully examine the bullet. Tiny writings were etched into the object, the symbols all Japanese in origin: 今より遅い時間のベンダーがによって死ねば. Hiro mentally translated them, his eyes widening as he ascertained their meaning. He did not notice the blaring sirens that were moving ever closer.

"<If not now, you will die later time-bender,>" he said softly, echoing the sentiment that had been emblazoned onto the bullet. "<The cut wire, the bullet. Somebody knows about my power.>"

"Hands where we can see them! Now!" a harsh, imposing voice interjected.

Hiro rose to his feet, suddenly realising that he was surrounded by gun-toting policemen...one of which he strongly recognised. "Matt-ew Parkman!" he greeted, grinning.

Parkman, the barrel his pistol locked onto the time-traveller's forehead, frowned. "Do I know you?"

Hiro's heart sunk. <He does not remember me...someone made him forget...>

"Whoever you are, you're coming with us," Parkman growled, edging warily forward. "Unstrap the sword and let it drop to the floor."

Hiro paused, pondering his response. If he teleported away, each pair of eager eyes around Times Square would witness it, and he would never learn the truth about Parkman's no doubt induced amnesia. He had only one choice, in reality. Reaching up, he worked at the fastener of his sheath and the blade tumbled away. "Very well," he said softly, and the policemen moved forward to take him away.

[Saved]

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"Maybe this time we can entertain you."

I smile as I walk toward Mohinder who tenses up.

"Oh you mean her?"

I motion towards the blonde.

"Oh she might've been a threat when I didnt have my abilites but....."

I trail off when I notice a well placed mirror reflecting the gun behind Mohinder's back. I raise my hand at once ripping the gun from his hand and quickly bring it to mine.

"Tsk tsk im hurt Mohinder, truely I am. I thought we were past all this."

My hand starts to glow as radiation start surging through the gun causing it to melt.

"You know nothing you can do can stop me...."

The blonde steps forward and fires a bolt of electricity from her hands. I focus and deflect it into a nearby wall. I glare at her as she stares me down.

"Don't. Do that. Again. Or I'll nuke you, him, and everyone else on this block including..."

I shift my glare to Mohinder.

"....little Molly."

I take great pleasure in seeing the fear in Mohinder's eyes.
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Elle frowns, her hands held above her waist, clenched tightly into fists. The electricity surges around her hands as sparks shoot off of her skin. She sneers at Sylar, her body becoming tense.

"You think I'm not a problem?" Elle asks in an enraged tone. "I'm always a problem."

Elle looks back at Mohinder, keeping her focus and attention on Sylar. She flashes her hands brightly, trying to distract Sylar's attention from her speech.

"Mohinder." She says softly. "<Close your eyes. When I give you the signal, run. Go as fast as you can and get Molly out of here.>"

Mohinder looks at Elle with a look of shock and surprise. Sylar uses his hearing to pick up Elle's quiet whisper. When he listens closely, he hears an unfamiliar language. He listens more closely, trying to hear a familiar word. To his surprise, he realizes Elle is speaking another language. Sylar frowns as he quickly becomes filled with anger.

"What the hell was that?" He asks in an aggravated tone.

She smiles as she turns her head back to Sylar, he hands glowing and flashing brightly.

"You wanted a fight, Sylar? Well I'm sorry to tell you this won't be one." Elle thrusts up her hand quickly, firing multiple bolts of electricity toward Sylar. "This will be a massacre!"

The bolts of energy ignite off of Sylar's telekinetic shield, causing the room to flash brightly. Elle and Mohinder close their eyes as the bright lights shock and static throughout the room. The electricity quickly dissipates, and the room dims down. Sylar struggles to see, his eyes blinded by the bright flashes of Elle's electrical bolts. Elle turns back to Mohinder, her hands lighting up again.

"<Run!>"

*All dialogue in < > translated from Indo-European.*

[Blacklight]

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Once in Costa Verde, it is not incredibly difficult to find Claire. In fact, I think I may have subconsciously tapped into Molly's power at times. However I did it, I ended up at Claire's house - which is the important thing.



After ringing the doorbell, I stand there solemnly with my hands in my trenchcoat's pockets. Finally, a woman answers the door. She must be Claire's adopted mother.



"How can I help you?" she asks politely.



"My name is Peter Petrelli, and I am Claire's uncle," I explain. "I need to speak with Claire. There's been a great tragedy."



Mrs. Bennet nods grimly. "I heard about your brother. Noah spoke of him before," she responds.



"May I?" I ask while starting to take off my trenchcoat.



"Of course," Ms. Bennet replies while moving out of the doorway so I can get in.



"Is Noah here, by any chance?" I inquire. Noah could help me figure out who killed Nathan, if he's available.



"No, he's...out."



As I make my way down the foyer, I am 'attacked' by a little pomeranian.



"Mr. Muggles! Leave our guest alone!"




The sound of my mom yelling had me getting up and walking towards the front door, and to my surprise, Peter Petrelli is in our foyer. I smiled and started to clap my hands, to get Mr. Muggles' attention.

"Down, Mr. Muggles! Down!"

Then he obeyed and walked off. I walked over to my uncle and hugged him, then pulled away. I already knew what he was going to say.

"It was the Company wasn't it?"

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The sound of my mom yelling had me getting up and walking towards the front door, and to my surprise, Peter Petrelli is in our foyer. I smiled and started to clap my hands, to get Mr. Muggles' attention.

"Down, Mr. Muggles! Down!"

Then he obeyed and walked off. I walked over to my uncle and hugged him, then pulled away. I already knew what he was going to say.

"It was the Company wasn't it?"
She knows. I guess Nathan's death is national news, but I still wasn't sure if she'd hear about it right away. I wish she had heard it from me, not some news anchor. Nonetheless, that's really insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

I nod in response to her inquiry. "I don't have solid evidence against them, but obviously they didn't want him to talk," I explain.

My fists are balled.

"I'm going to avenge his death, Claire," I announce. "My brother will not die in vain. In the meantime, I need you to continue laying low."

That's not going to sit well with Claire. She has Nathan's thick-headedness.

[Saved]

Treacherous Ally Part 3
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The moon shines dully in the dark night sky. Its half crescent looms above the houses of the small development of Aufbau’s Woods. Shanti kneels on the rooftop of an adjacent house to the residence of Cynthia Watter’s. She is masked by the dark shadows of the night, and smoothly walks across the roof with ease. She takes out a small sniper scope from the black bag on her back, and looks through the device. She zooms in and views Cynthia in her bedroom changing after a long day of work.

“Well,” Shanti whispers to herself. “Even with her power, she still finds time to make a decent earning.”

Shanti stays perched on the roof discreetly as she places the scope carefully in her pocket. She removes her bag from her shoulder, and sets it gently on the roof. She begins to pulls large pieces of equipment from the bag, and she soon begins assembling a sniper rifle from the various pieces. She carefully screws and connects the parts and, within minutes, finishes putting the deadly weapon together.

She mounts the gun on a tripod, the weapon clicking into place. She pulls the scope from her pocket, and attaches it to the top of the rifle. Shanti squints her one eye, and peers into the scope as she moves the weapon around on its stand, searching for her target.

Shanti continues to look for her target, peering in through the windows and watching for any motion. Suddenly, her eyes catch movement through the downstairs window. She quickly shifts the gun to aim at the window. She sees a figure move onto a chair, and pick up a remote. Shanti smiles beneath her mask, and laughs.

“Ha. Gotcha.” She says coldly, her finger violently tugs on the trigger of the gun, forcing it back. The bullet flies through the air quickly and silently. Through her scope, she sees the figure jerk back and fall limp. Shanti nods to herself in pride as she begins disassembling the rifle.

Suddenly, she hears a scream from inside the house. Shanti quickly looks through the scope, and sees Cynthia Watters screaming at the body of the dead woman. Shanti’s eyes widen as she quickly reattaches the front end of the rifle.

“****!” She angrily whispers to herself.

As she screws the end piece onto the gun, she quickly looks back into the scope, preparing for her next shot. To her surprise, Cynthia has once again disappeared. Shanti listens closely for any more screams. She waits impatiently for any sounds, but none can be heard.

Shanti quickly moves the scope up to the upstairs windows. As she scans the rooms, she passes over the bedroom window. Something catches her eye, and she quickly doubles back only to see the enraged face of Cynthia Watters staring right at her.

“****.” Shanti says softly. She watches as Cynthia removes the gloves from her hands, and heads out of the room and toward the stairs.

“Son of a *****!”

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Elle frowns, her hands held above her waist, clenched tightly into fists. The electricity surges around her hands as sparks shoot off of her skin. She sneers at Sylar, her body becoming tense.

"You think I'm not a problem?" Elle asks in an enraged tone. "I'm always a problem."

Elle looks back at Mohinder, keeping her focus and attention on Sylar. She flashes her hands brightly, trying to distract Sylar's attention from her speech.

"Mohinder." She says softly. "<Close your eyes. When I give you the signal, run. Go as fast as you can and get Molly out of here.>"

Mohinder looks at Elle with a look of shock and surprise. Sylar uses his hearing to pick up Elle's quiet whisper. When he listens closely, he hears an unfamiliar language. He listens more closely, trying to hear a familiar word. To his surprise, he realizes Elle is speaking another language. Sylar frowns as he quickly becomes filled with anger.

"What the hell was that?" He asks in an aggravated tone.

She smiles as she turns her head back to Sylar, he hands glowing and flashing brightly.

"You wanted a fight, Sylar? Well I'm sorry to tell you this won't be one." Elle thrusts up her hand quickly, firing multiple bolts of electricity toward Sylar. "This will be a massacre!"

The bolts of energy ignite off of Sylar's telekinetic shield, causing the room to flash brightly. Elle and Mohinder close their eyes as the bright lights shock and static throughout the room. The electricity quickly dissipates, and the room dims down. Sylar struggles to see, his eyes blinded by the bright flashes of Elle's electrical bolts. Elle turns back to Mohinder, her hands lighting up again.

"<Run!>"

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Sylar instinctivly starts rubbing at his eyes tyring to clear his vision.

"<Run!>"

Recognising Elle's voice immediatly Sylar lashes out. He sends a telekinetic wave towards the voice sending Elle flying into a nearby wall.

As his vision finally clear he sees Mohinder running for the door. He fires off a blast of super cooled air missing Mohinder by inches.

"Dammit!"

He calmly walks over to Elle whos lying stuned on the floor.

"You are a sevre annoyance I should get rid of you right now......"

Sylar wraps one of his hands around her neck and than activates his nuclear abilites burning the skin beneath his hand.

"....but it would be a waste of such an interesting ability."

Sylar raises his other hand points to Elle's forehead. Elle's screams start to echo through the loft as a cut starts to appear.

[Saved]

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Sylar instinctivly starts rubbing at his eyes tyring to clear his vision.

"<Run!>"

Recognising Elle's voice immediatly Sylar lashes out. He sends a telekinetic wave towards the voice sending Elle flying into a nearby wall.

As his vision finally clear he sees Mohinder running for the door. He fires off a blast of super cooled air missing Mohinder by inches.

"Dammit!"

He calmly walks over to Elle whos lying stuned on the floor.

"You are a sevre annoyance I should get rid of you right now......"

Sylar wraps one of his hands around her neck and than activates his nuclear abilites burning the skin beneath his hand.

"....but it would be a waste of such an interesting ability."

Sylar raises his other hand points to Elle's forehead. Elle's screams start to echo through the loft as a cut starts to appear.
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Elle screams as Sylar begins to cut through the bone of her skull. Warm blood runs down her face as tears of pain begin to flow from her crystal blue eyes. As she struggles to break free, Sylar forces her back up against the wall. Her body slams into the dry wall, leaving a dent in the material.

As Elle feels her body slowly slipping into unconsciousness, she is suddenly overcome with a tremendous feeling of power and energy. Adrenaline rush, she thinks to herself. That feeling you get when you're about to die. You're body's last chance to survive.

Elle suddenly stops crying as her screams lull. She begins to feel around with her hands as her eyes move rapidly around the room. Her eyes suddenly catch the kitchen sink, and she smiles. She stares into Sylar's cold eyes as a smirk suddenly comes across her face.

"You ever shove a knife into an outlet?" She yells in pain. Sylar turns his head as he stares at her. "Well you're about to find out!" Elle channels every last bit of energy in her body through her. She builds and concentrates all the electrical energy as she holds it back. The energy suddenly errupts in a large surge. Volts of elecrticity charge through Sylar's arm and into his body. His hand releases her neck, and his other arm flies up in the air in pain. His telepathic concentration breaks, and Elle falls to the floor.

She begins to cough and gasp for air as she struggles to stand. She looks up at Sylar, and watches him quickly recovering from her attack.

"Dammit." Elle moans. "Why can't this guy just...die?" Elle roughly gets to her feet, and begins to stumble into the kitchen. She limps as she runs, and the wound on her head continues to bleed. Elle squints in pain as she feels the burns on her neck boiling.

She eventually makes it into the kitchen, falling onto the counter for support. She suddenly hears a laugh, and turns around to see Sylar standing proudly behind her.

"Now, now." He says with an evil grin. "That wasn't nice!" Sylar's hand begins to smoke as it radiates with energy. He grabs Elle's arm and his hand begins to sear her flesh. Elle cries out in pain as she stumbles backward, her arm catching the faucet of the sink. Sylar continues to laugh as he lifts his arm into the air, his finger pointed toward her skull.

"Let's finish this, shall we?" He says with a snicker.

Elle moves her fingers on the faucet inconspicuously, her hand begining to glow with the blue sparks. She pulls back on her arm and feels Sylar's grip tighten. Elle smiles as she begins to loose consciousness again.

"Here...let me show you...a trick...I learned." Elle turns the faucet on as cold water begins to flow from the opening. The water soaks her hand, and begins running down her arm. Elle emits electricity from her hand with all her might. The water conducts the electricity from her body, and sends a strong current piercing through her nervousytem. The current quickly passes through her body and carries over to Sylar, surging through his veins and muscles like a molten liquid. The two figures scream in pain as smoke and sparks fill the air.

Elle smiles as she drops to the ground, the current stopping and the surge ending. She feels the numbing pain running through her body as she struggles to breath. "Stings...like a...*****...doesn't it?" She says softly as a timid smile comes across her face.

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Elle screams as Sylar begins to cut through the bone of her skull. Warm blood runs down her face as tears of pain begin to flow from her crystal blue eyes. As she struggles to break free, Sylar forces her back up against the wall. Her body slams into the dry wall, leaving a dent in the material.

As Elle feels her body slowly slipping into unconsciousness, she is suddenly overcome with a tremendous feeling of power and energy. Adrenaline rush, she thinks to herself. That feeling you get when you're about to die. You're body's last chance to survive.

Elle suddenly stops crying as her screams lull. She begins to feel around with her hands as her eyes move rapidly around the room. Her eyes suddenly catch the kitchen sink, and she smiles. She stares into Sylar's cold eyes as a smirk suddenly comes across her face.

"You ever shove a knife into an outlet?" She yells in pain. Sylar turns his head as he stares at her. "Well you're about to find out!" Elle channels every last bit of energy in her body through her. She builds and concentrates all the electrical energy as she holds it back. The energy suddenly errupts in a large surge. Volts of elecrticity charge through Sylar's arm and into his body. His hand releases her neck, and his other arm flies up in the air in pain. His telepathic concentration breaks, and Elle falls to the floor.

She begins to cough and gasp for air as she struggles to stand. She looks up at Sylar, and watches him quickly recovering from her attack.

"Dammit." Elle moans. "Why can't this guy just...die?" Elle roughly gets to her feet, and begins to stumble into the kitchen. She limps as she runs, and the wound on her head continues to bleed. Elle squints in pain as she feels the burns on her neck boiling.

She eventually makes it into the kitchen, falling onto the counter for support. She suddenly hears a laugh, and turns around to see Sylar standing proudly behind her.

"Now, now." He says with an evil grin. "That wasn't nice!" Sylar's hand begins to smoke as it radiates with energy. He grabs Elle's arm and his hand begins to sear her flesh. Elle cries out in pain as she stumbles backward, her arm catching the faucet of the sink. Sylar continues to laugh as he lifts his arm into the air, his finger pointed toward her skull.

"Let's finish this, shall we?" He says with a snicker.

Elle moves her fingers on the faucet inconspicuously, her hand begining to glow with the blue sparks. She pulls back on her arm and feels Sylar's grip tighten. Elle smiles as she begins to loose consciousness again.

"Here...let me show you...a trick...I learned." Elle turns the faucet on as cold water begins to flow from the opening. The water soaks her hand, and begins running down her arm. Elle emits electricity from her hand with all her might. The water conducts the electricity from her body, and sends a strong current piercing through her nervousytem. The current quickly passes through her body and carries over to Sylar, surging through his veins and muscles like a molten liquid. The two figures scream in pain as smoke and sparks fill the air.

Elle smiles as she drops to the ground, the current stopping and the surge ending. She feels the numbing pain running through her body as she struggles to breath. "Stings...like a...*****...doesn't it?" She says softly as a timid smile comes across her face. http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

"Stings...like a...*****...doesn't it?"

"I don't know, I didnt feel a thing."

Elle's smile fades as she looks over and sees the smoking body of Sylar fade away. She slowly turns around and sees the real Sylar standing over her. Before she could react he seizes her by the throat and pulls her to her feet.

"Contact Mohinder and tell him everything is ok and to come back. If I hear anything other than english you'll personally know how it feels to be cooked from the inside out....."

[Apprentice]

"Stings...like a...*****...doesn't it?"

"I don't know, I didnt feel a thing."

Elle's smile fades as she looks over and sees the smoking body of Sylar fade away. She slowly turns around and sees the real Sylar standing over her. Before she could react he seizes her by the throat and pulls her to her feet.

"Contact Mohinder and tell him everything is ok and to come back. If I hear anything other than english you'll personally know how it feels to be cooked from the inside out....."

Syalr underestimates me. I did not run...I just gave Bob a signal. Now, all I have to do is to contain the situation until the Company's reinforcements arrive. It's going to be far more difficult than it sounds; I'm unarmed, and Elle has been incapacitated. All I can do is hope fervently that I emerge from this unharmed. Inhaling deeply, I dart inside, towards Sylar and the restrained Elle. His attention snaps towards me, but is quickly redirected to the swift approach of Maya from behind him. I cry out her name as he thrusts out a hand and utilises his telekinesis to hurl her back. She impacts upon a window and sinks to the floor, clipping her head against the sideboard as she crumples. I continue to run, even as he turns back - but I am already upon him. My fists rain down with all the force I can muster, which is considerable after the day I've had. My main concern is to get distance from Elle so that she can recover enough to hold him off for just a little longer...

I kick off from the counter and send myself and Sylar sprawling to the ground.

"I'm going to make sure you don't get up from this one!" I yell, continuing to pound him.

[Venom160]

Syalr underestimates me. I did not run...I just gave Bob a signal. Now, all I have to do is to contain the situation until the Company's reinforcements arrive. It's going to be far more difficult than it sounds; I'm unarmed, and Elle has been incapacitated. All I can do is hope fervently that I emerge from this unharmed. Inhaling deeply, I dart inside, towards Sylar and the restrained Elle. His attention snaps towards me, but is quickly redirected to the swift approach of Maya from behind him. I cry out her name as he thrusts out a hand and utilises his telekinesis to hurl her back. She impacts upon a window and sinks to the floor, clipping her head against the sideboard as she crumples. I continue to run, even as he turns back - but I am already upon him. My fists rain down with all the force I can muster, which is considerable after the day I've had. My main concern is to get distance from Elle so that she can recover enough to hold him off for just a little longer...

I kick off from the counter and send myself and Sylar sprawling to the ground.

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I let him take his shots before pushing him away with my telekinesis. I concentrate and feel myself be lift to my feet. I quickly look over and make sure Maya and the blonde is out of commission. I grin as I turn to Mohinder whos just getting up.

"Enough."

I raise my hand and Mohinder goes rigid. I casually walk up to him as he tries to move.

"Now im only gonna ask this once. I want the list and I want to know where Peterelli went."

"And if I don't comply?"

"Leave him alone!"

I turn in time to see Molly come at me. She lashes out with everything she has trying to save Mohinder. I concentrate and lift her into the air.

"Give me what I want before I do something you'll regret."

[Saved]

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I let him take his shots before pushing him away with my telekinesis. I concentrate and feel myself be lift to my feet. I quickly look over and make sure Maya and the blonde is out of commission. I grin as I turn to Mohinder whos just getting up.

"Enough."

I raise my hand and Mohinder goes rigid. I casually walk up to him as he tries to move.

"Now im only gonna ask this once. I want the list and I want to know where Peterelli went."

"And if I don't comply?"

"Leave him alone!"

I turn in time to see Molly come at me. She lashes out with everything she has trying to save Mohinder. I concentrate and lift her into the air.

"Give me what I want before I do something you'll regret."
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Elle grogily gets to her knees, her hand leaning up against the counter for support. She looks around the room to see Maya lying unconcious. As she slowly comes too, she hears screams coming from the next room. Elle suddenly realizes who the screams belong to, and rushes to her feet.

"Molly..." She moans. Elle hobbles into the next room. She walks through the opening to see Sylar holding Mohinder up against the wall, and levitating Molly helplessly in the air. Elle begins to panic as she tries to contemplate a plan. Ok, this guy was barely phased by any of my attacks! But...wait a minute...my powers hurt Petrelli back when he was in our possession...and he has much more power than Sylar. Elle looks to the ground, and sees a steak knife lying on the floor. Elle smiles, and picks the knife up in her hand.

She emits the familiar blue electricity from her hand, and the knife begins to flash and spark. Elle readies herself, as she grips the knife tightly in her hand. You'll pay for this, Sylar, she thinks in her head, a sneer coming across her face.

Elle charges Sylar from behind, running as fast and quietly as she can. Within seconds she reaches the cannibal, and thrusts the knife deep into his back. As the sharp blade of the weapon pierces his skin, Elle sends another electrical current through it, causing Sylar to receive a powerful electrical shock.

"I told you I'm always a problem." She says with a smirk as she twists the blade in his back. "Now let's hear you scream."

[Apprentice]

Elle grogily gets to her knees, her hand leaning up against the counter for support. She looks around the room to see Maya lying unconcious. As she slowly comes too, she hears screams coming from the next room. Elle suddenly realizes who the screams belong to, and rushes to her feet.
"Molly..." She moans. Elle hobbles into the next room. She walks through the opening to see Sylar holding Mohinder up against the wall, and levitating Molly helplessly in the air. Elle begins to panic as she tries to contemplate a plan. Ok, this guy was barely phased by any of my attacks! But...wait a minute...my powers hurt Petrelli back when he was in our possession...and he has much more power than Sylar. Elle looks to the ground, and sees a steak knife lying on the floor. Elle smiles, and picks the knife up in her hand.

She emits the familiar blue electricity from her hand, and the knife begins to flash and spark. Elle readies herself, as she grips the knife tightly in her hand. You'll pay for this, Sylar, she thinks in her head, a sneer coming across her face.

Elle charges Sylar from behind, running as fast and quietly as she can. Within seconds she reaches the cannibal, and thrusts the knife deep into his back. As the sharp blade of the weapon pierces his skin, Elle sends another electrical current through it, causing Sylar to receive a powerful electrical shock.

"I told you I'm always a problem." She says with a smirk as she twists the blade in his back. "Now let's hear you scream."

As Elle - God bless her - unleashes her strike, Sylar's hold over me dissipates and I drop to the floor. I sweep forward and gather Molly in my arms. She's panicked, and she thrashes about in my arms as tears spike out across her cheeks. I set her down and sternly command her to run. With a gentle nudge, she does, sobbing all the way to the back exit and beyond. Why hasn't Bob's agent arrived yet? Why is it taking them so damn long? I know I don't have much time left before Sylar gathers his power and retaliates, so I scramble across to my desk and seize the Company-issued taser that Bob gave me. I feel empowered by the feel of the weapon, and stand before Sylar as I direct it towards his neck.

"I'm going to enjoy this. I'm sure you will, too." I squeeze the trigger and electricity lances outwards from the twin tips, jolting fiercely into Sylar's neck and combining with Elle's lightning streaks.

[Venom160]

As Elle - God bless her - unleashes her strike, Sylar's hold over me dissipates and I drop to the floor. I sweep forward and gather Molly in my arms. She's panicked, and she thrashes about in my arms as tears spike out across her cheeks. I set her down and sternly command her to run. With a gentle nudge, she does, sobbing all the way to the back exit and beyond. Why hasn't Bob's agent arrived yet? Why is it taking them so damn long? I know I don't have much time left before Sylar gathers his power and retaliates, so I scramble across to my desk and seize the Company-issued taser that Bob gave me. I feel empowered by the feel of the weapon, and stand before Sylar as I direct it towards his neck.

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I grit my teeth trying to hold off the pain and regain control of the situation.

"Ahhhh!"

The rush of adrenaline help me release a telekinetic burst that sends Mohinder and Elle in seperate directions. I quickly yank out the taser prongs and than pull out the knife, the pains excruseating cause the little ***** twisted it.

"You don't know what you've just done have you? You thought what iv done already is monsterous.........

I concentrate and the knife hover in the air before me.

".........you havent seen anything yet!"

I send the knife flying towards the blonde. Moving faster than the blonde could react the blade starts cutting at any exposed flesh it can find. I smile as she screams.

"Last chance Mohinder! I doubt she can last long before bleeding to death, some of those cuts look quite nasty."

Mohinders' quiet as he watches helplessly as Elle gets bloodier.

"Give me what I want!"

[Apprentice]

I grit my teeth trying to hold off the pain and regain control of the situation.

"Ahhhh!"

The rush of adrenaline help me release a telekinetic burst that sends Mohinder and Elle in seperate directions. I quickly yank out the taser prongs and than pull out the knife, the pains excruseating cause the little ***** twisted it.

"You don't know what you've just done have you? You thought what iv done already is monsterous.........

I concentrate and the knife hover in the air before me.

".........you havent seen anything yet!"

I send the knife flying towards the blonde. Moving faster than the blonde could react the blade starts cutting at any exposed flesh it can find. I smile as she screams.

"Last chance Mohinder! I doubt she can last long before bleeding to death, some of those cuts look quite nasty."

Mohinders' quiet as he watches helplessly as Elle gets bloodier.

"Give me what I want!"

I'm numb.

Perhaps I've endured so much terror that I'm now immune to it. Or maybe my body is simply shutting down, so battered and bruised that it can't even function anymore. I feel morbid in doing so, but I silently thank myself that my father is not caught up in all of this...death is a far preferable option. The satisfaction that I received as I tasered Sylar's jugular has faded, replaced by a dull blend of rage and sorrow. I cannot bring myself to act upon either of these emotions, and so I just stand there silently, watching him torture her.

"I'm sorry, Elle..." I whisper, swallowing hard.

"No need to be sorry," a new voice interjects, and I spin to face the entrance to the loft. "It's not over yet."

[Apprentice]

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She was dressed simply, attired only in a darkly-hued jumpsuit and a eather jacket. Her blonde tresses had been tugged back into a sloppy ponytail which had been cut short, resulting in a tightened bunch of resistant hair striking out of the band. Despite her almost rag-tag appearance, she had a strange sense of beauty that was muted by the hardened gaze that she rested upon the three combatants poised before her. She had been debriefed on each of them before being dispatched - the man of Indian descent was Mohinder Suresh, a genetics professor whose progress the Company was intrigued by; Elle Bishop was also present, an electrokinetic with devastating potential that her father had worked hard to both develop and contain; the final figure was the murderer known as Sylar. Agent 101 smiled softly as she stalked slowly forward, her long fingers curling into tight fists as she moved. Mohinder's heavy breathing was the only sound breaking the deafening silence.

"Sylar. It's time to say your goodbyes to these lovely people," she told him sternly, before launching herself forward. Her booted feet hammered against the floor as she sprang towards him, arms outstretched. The moment she was within reach, she drove her entire body weight into the limbs as they slammed into his chest and propelled him across the loft. Elle tumbled to the floor along with the knife, free of his telekinetic grip. The Agent scooped up the blade and hurled it with pinpoint accuracy at Sylar's shoulder. Even as it whipped through the air, growing ever closer to its stunned target, she sprinted after it, her expression twisting into one of sheer anger. "Let's see how you like me instead!"

Mohinder dropped down beside Elle. "Are you...?"

[Venom160]

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She was dressed simply, attired only in a darkly-hued jumpsuit and a eather jacket. Her blonde tresses had been tugged back into a sloppy ponytail which had been cut short, resulting in a tightened bunch of resistant hair striking out of the band. Despite her almost rag-tag appearance, she had a strange sense of beauty that was muted by the hardened gaze that she rested upon the three combatants poised before her. She had been debriefed on each of them before being dispatched - the man of Indian descent was Mohinder Suresh, a genetics professor whose progress the Company was intrigued by; Elle Bishop was also present, an electrokinetic with devastating potential that her father had worked hard to both develop and contain; the final figure was the murderer known as Sylar. Agent 101 smiled softly as she stalked slowly forward, her long fingers curling into tight fists as she moved. Mohinder's heavy breathing was the only sound breaking the deafening silence.

"Sylar. It's time to say your goodbyes to these lovely people," she told him sternly, before launching herself forward. Her booted feet hammered against the floor as she sprang towards him, arms outstretched. The moment she was within reach, she drove her entire body weight into the limbs as they slammed into his chest and propelled him across the loft. Elle tumbled to the floor along with the knife, free of his telekinetic grip. The Agent scooped up the blade and hurled it with pinpoint accuracy at Sylar's shoulder. Even as it whipped through the air, growing ever closer to its stunned target, she sprinted after it, her expression twisting into one of sheer anger. "Let's see how you like me instead!"

Mohinder dropped down beside Elle. "Are you...?"http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

Im taken off guard by the new arrival. I fire a blast of ice towards the knife freezing it solid. The blade shatters as it hit my telekinetic sheild.

"Let's see how you like me instead!"

I look up as see the new combatant coming towards me. She gets within reach and I unleash an uppercut lased with radiation halting her momentum instantly. She slam to the ground hard stunning her. I take this opportunity to freeze her hands and feet to the floor.

"Was that all you had? Hmm please."

I look over and lock eye with Mohinder.

"So this is the way this is gonna be? Fine, if I can't have the list im gonna take something just as valuble to you."

I raise my hand and start telekinetically throwing equipment and furnature until I finally find my target: Molly. I concentrate and lift her in the air and bring her to me.

"Molly! No!"

Mohinder gets to his feet and lunges in an attempt to grab Molly but fails. I smile as Molly tries to fight the invisible force that holding her aloft.

"You have two days Mohinder. Bring me the list....."

I glare at Mohinder as he stares at Molly.

"....or I take her ability and fine them that way. Two days..."

I bring Molly within my sheild and than activate Candice's ablity getting away as they're lost in a illusion.

[Blacklight]

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She knows. I guess Nathan's death is national news, but I still wasn't sure if she'd hear about it right away. I wish she had heard it from me, not some news anchor. Nonetheless, that's really insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

I nod in response to her inquiry. "I don't have solid evidence against them, but obviously they didn't want him to talk," I explain.

My fists are balled.

"I'm going to avenge his death, Claire," I announce. "My brother will not die in vain. In the meantime, I need you to continue laying low."

That's not going to sit well with Claire. She has Nathan's thick-headedness.

"No! The Company has now taken away both of my fathers! I'm coming with you!" I said with thoughts of vengeance running through my mind.

With the snap of their fingers, the company has ruined my life, and I want to make sure I'm there in person when they get what's coming to them. And I know that Peter could take care of me if something were to happen...

[Eddie Brock]

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"No! The Company has now taken away both of my fathers! I'm coming with you!" I said with thoughts of vengeance running through my mind.

With the snap of their fingers, the company has ruined my life, and I want to make sure I'm there in person when they get what's coming to them. And I know that Peter could take care of me if something were to happen...
"No," I immediately protest. "That's not what Noah would have wanted, and it's not what I want for you."

"But..."

I snap uncontrollably. "Look around you! Do you think Noah worked so hard to get you this just so you could blow it all on a vengeance trip?"

I make my way to the door. I'll never fully reason with her, so I might as well leave...alone.

"Besides," I call back, "What can you do to stop them? Not die? This is a job that requires firepower."

[Apprentice]

Im taken off guard by the new arrival. I fire a blast of ice towards the knife freezing it solid. The blade shatters as it hit my telekinetic sheild.

"Let's see how you like me instead!"

I look up as see the new combatant coming towards me. She gets within reach and I unleash an uppercut lased with radiation halting her momentum instantly. She slam to the ground hard stunning her. I take this opportunity to freeze her hands and feet to the floor.

"Was that all you had? Hmm please."

I look over and lock eye with Mohinder.

"So this is the way this is gonna be? Fine, if I can't have the list im gonna take something just as valuble to you."

I raise my hand and start telekinetically throwing equipment and furnature until I finally find my target: Molly. I concentrate and lift her in the air and bring her to me.

"Molly! No!"

Mohinder gets to his feet and lunges in an attempt to grab Molly but fails. I smile as Molly tries to fight the invisible force that holding her aloft.

"You have two days Mohinder. Bring me the list....."

I glare at Mohinder as he stares at Molly.

"....or I take her ability and fine them that way. Two days..."

I bring Molly within my sheild and than activate Candice's ablity getting away as they're lost in a illusion.

I cry out after Molly, but it is no use. She's already gone, secure within Sylar's grasp. My guilt and regret cannot be assuaged, so there is no point in expressing them for the moment; Elle is perhaps fatally wounded, and Bob's agent has been frozen to the floor.

In medical science, specifically in the area of surgery, there is a term known as 'damage control'. It is used when the surgeons realise that their patient is too badly injured to survive for the duration of the procedure, and so they must simply do as much as they can before the patient reaches the triangle of death (hypothermia, acidosis, and coagulopathy). They then stabilise the patient until they are well enough to complete the job.

It is time for me to instigate damage control for this situation.

My first priority is Elle; I dart over and kneel at her side, refusing to let the copious amounts of blood fluster me. The door to the loft swings open and crashes against the desk. For a moment, I'm terrified that Sylar has returned already, but I'm relieved to see Bob and a troupe of armed men and white-robed medics flood in. "Bob, thank goodness you're here. Elle's hurt badly."

"Oh, my baby girl..." he breathes, watching as the medics swarm her battered, broken body. "This was Sylar? He did all of this?"

Before I have a chance to respond, there's a crack and our blonde-haired saviour tears free of her ice restraints.

"Yes...but he would have done far worse if not for this woman," I tell him solemnly as she strides over.

"I did what I could. But he's got so many abilities...it was hard to keep him pinned down, sir," she explains, the rage of combat still burning in her eyes.

"I understand. Excuse me, I must check with the doctors..." He hurriedly bows out of the conversation and rushes to confer with the single doctor that isn't working on tending to her.

[Saved]

I cry out after Molly, but it is no use. She's already gone, secure within Sylar's grasp. My guilt and regret cannot be assuaged, so there is no point in expressing them for the moment; Elle is perhaps fatally wounded, and Bob's agent has been frozen to the floor.

In medical science, specifically in the area of surgery, there is a term known as 'damage control'. It is used when the surgeons realise that their patient is too badly injured to survive for the duration of the procedure, and so they must simply do as much as they can before the patient reaches the triangle of death (hypothermia, acidosis, and coagulopathy). They then stabilise the patient until they are well enough to complete the job.

It is time for me to instigate damage control for this situation.

My first priority is Elle; I dart over and kneel at her side, refusing to let the copious amounts of blood fluster me. The door to the loft swings open and crashes against the desk. For a moment, I'm terrified that Sylar has returned already, but I'm relieved to see Bob and a troupe of armed men and white-robed medics flood in. "Bob, thank goodness you're here. Elle's hurt badly."

"Oh, my baby girl..." he breathes, watching as the medics swarm her battered, broken body. "This was Sylar? He did all of this?"

Before I have a chance to respond, there's a crack and our blonde-haired saviour tears free of her ice restraints.

"Yes...but he would have done far worse if not for this woman," I tell him solemnly as she strides over.

"I did what I could. But he's got so many abilities...it was hard to keep him pinned down, sir," she explains, the rage of combat still burning in her eyes.

"I understand. Excuse me, I must check with the doctors..." He hurriedly bows out of the conversation and rushes to confer with the single doctor that isn't working on tending to her.
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Elle lies on the ground barely conscious. Her vision is blurred as she becomes lightheaded and dizzy. Her whole body feels numb except for the piercing pain of her skin. The wounds burn deep in her tissues, and she winces in pain as she feels the violent pangs.

The men walk over to her, and stop the stretcher they just wheeled in through the broken door carefully next to her. They gently pick her up, and place her on the white clothes of the gurney. Within moments, her blood soaks the sheets, and turns them a haunting crimson. The men begin attaching various tubes and ivys to Elle's body. Compared to the pain she feels from the injuries, the needles give her no pain.

The men begin wheeling the stretcher out of the trashed room, and into Mohinder's medical room. One of the paramedics walks over to Bob Bishop, Elle's father, with a look of depression on his face.

"How is she?" He asks in a concerned tone.

"Not good. The wounds are deep. And I'm pretty sure she's suffered damage from her own powers." Bob puts his hand over his face and wipes the sweat from his brow. He takes a deep sigh, and places his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Do everything you can. Make sure she doesn't die...She's all I have." The man nods, and walks into the room after the other medics.

In the other room, Elle regains a small bit of her consciousness, her eyes widening.

"Where am I?" She asks one of the men groggily.

"Shh. Be still. You've suffered a lot of injuries. We're going to try to help you. Ok?" Elle frowns, and grabs the man's arm, her grasp suprisingly tight for her current state.

"Where am I?" She repeats in an aggravated tone.

"You need to calm down." The man gently speaks. "You're on the brink of a coma. If you over expend yourself anymore, you may not come back."

"Where...am I?" She repeats, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her hand releases the mans arm, and her arm falls back on the bed. One of the other men walks over to the man.

"Is she?"

"No." The man responds, walking toward the room's exit. "That's just the anethstetia kicking in."

"Will she survive?" The man calls out to the other. He stops at the threshhold of the doorway, and looks over his shoulder.

"It depends." He says in a quiet voice.

"On what?"

"Mr. Bishop."

[MaskedManJRK]

Noah Bennet

I stare at Bennet for a second, not speaking. Bob wants me to work with the man who tried to capture me, the same man who's the legal father of my daughter.

"Bennet, I thought you quit The Company."

"The Company didn't particuarly like that. Besides, I thought you were dead, so I guess we're even."

[Byrd Man]

Noah Bennet




"The Company didn't particuarly like that. Besides, I thought you were dead, so I guess we're even."

"Point taken."

I narrow my eyes a bit at Bennet. Why didn'tt Bob leave me dead?

"Alright. Now that you two have had your chance to make nice. Time for you first mission."

"Wait a minute, what about the person who shot me?"

"In due time, Mr. Petrelli. First, I want you two to tackle some missions for The Company."

I look at Bennet and back at Bob.

"Where?"

"Pack your bags, boys. You're going to Costa Verde. The Haitian's gone rogue. Bring him back home."

[Apprentice]

The reconstruction work that is occurring around me is drowned out by the blood pumping through my vains and hammering through my ears. Bob is poised before, his fingers intertwined over his stomach; he seems weary of our discussion despite its briefness. I make sure to exaggerate my expression of disbelief and intolerance, drawing me strange glances from several of the workmen who seem to think that 'repair the loft of a genetic scientist' actually means 'perch yourself on a desk and sip at coffee for the day'. Bob's gaze wanders over to them and they scatter, feigning a sense of urgency as they hastily set about examining blueprints and schematics. I roll my eyes, eliciting an exasperated sigh from my employer, who adjusts his spectacles and probes his chin with an errant finger.

"How can you even consider saying no to this?" I demand, trying to gesture as minimally as possible; although my wounds are no where near as extensive as Elle's, I'm still battered and bruised and movement only results in pain. "It's your daughter, for heaven's sake."

"Don't you think I know that?" Bob responds, irked by my comment. "What you seem intent on ignoring is that we only have one vial of Claire's blood left, and if we use it on Elle...well, she'll recover. The blood won't magically regenerate itself. If we use it as a quick fix every time an agent gets a little bloodied - you should know, Mohinder, that I can't justify that."

"A little bloodied? Sylar cut her nearly to pieces! You're taking her recovery for granted. For all we know, for all the doctors know, she could be dead within the hour." I pause. "I know you think this is none of my business, but it is. Elle is my partner, and if she is not treated properly --"

"Don't make threats you can't fulfil, Mohinder," Bob interjects in a warning, wary tone.

I swallow hard before continuing. "You may have your Agent 101 and whoever else ready to combat Sylar when he returns, but Elle knows how he fights. She's got combat experience."

"Who says we're going to wait for Sylar to come back?" Bob says softly, but before I can make further enquiries, he speaks again. "Look, Mohinder, I know what this is about. You and Elle have probably grown...closer because of your shared horrors. And you don't want to lose her as well as Molly."

A surge of rage rises up within me. "How dare you? Molly is not lost. Not yet. And neither is Elle. Save her. Before it's too late."

Bob shakes his head slowly. "I'm sorry. I can't use that blood."

If he won't, then I will.

* * *

The Company underestimated me. As I add the last few millilitres of Claire Bennet's blood into Elle's IV drip, I realise that. Bob wouldn't think me capable of theft - not of such a valuable...resource. More fool him. I smile softly as Elle's wounds begin to close themselves behind bandages made translucent by blood. She'll be awake within a few moments...

[Saved]

The reconstruction work that is occurring around me is drowned out by the blood pumping through my vains and hammering through my ears. Bob is poised before, his fingers intertwined over his stomach; he seems weary of our discussion despite its briefness. I make sure to exaggerate my expression of disbelief and intolerance, drawing me strange glances from several of the workmen who seem to think that 'repair the loft of a genetic scientist' actually means 'perch yourself on a desk and sip at coffee for the day'. Bob's gaze wanders over to them and they scatter, feigning a sense of urgency as they hastily set about examining blueprints and schematics. I roll my eyes, eliciting an exasperated sigh from my employer, who adjusts his spectacles and probes his chin with an errant finger.

"How can you even consider saying no to this?" I demand, trying to gesture as minimally as possible; although my wounds are no where near as extensive as Elle's, I'm still battered and bruised and movement only results in pain. "It's your daughter, for heaven's sake."

"Don't you think I know that?" Bob responds, irked by my comment. "What you seem intent on ignoring is that we only have one vial of Claire's blood left, and if we use it on Elle...well, she'll recover. The blood won't magically regenerate itself. If we use it as a quick fix every time an agent gets a little bloodied - you should know, Mohinder, that I can't justify that."

"A little bloodied? Sylar cut her nearly to pieces! You're taking her recovery for granted. For all we know, for all the doctors know, she could be dead within the hour." I pause. "I know you think this is none of my business, but it is. Elle is my partner, and if she is not treated properly --"

"Don't make threats you can't fulfil, Mohinder," Bob interjects in a warning, wary tone.

I swallow hard before continuing. "You may have your Agent 101 and whoever else ready to combat Sylar when he returns, but Elle knows how he fights. She's got combat experience."

"Who says we're going to wait for Sylar to come back?" Bob says softly, but before I can make further enquiries, he speaks again. "Look, Mohinder, I know what this is about. You and Elle have probably grown...closer because of your shared horrors. And you don't want to lose her as well as Molly."

A surge of rage rises up within me. "How dare you? Molly is not lost. Not yet. And neither is Elle. Save her. Before it's too late."

Bob shakes his head slowly. "I'm sorry. I can't use that blood."

If he won't, then I will.

* * *


The Company underestimated me. As I add the last few millilitres of Claire Bennet's blood into Elle's IV drip, I realise that. Bob wouldn't think me capable of theft - not of such a valuable...resource. More fool him. I smile softly as Elle's wounds begin to close themselves behind bandages made translucent by blood. She'll be awake within a few moments...
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As the deep wounds on Elle's body disappear, her vital signs begin to stabilize. The doctors take a deep breath, and sigh in relief. Mohinder stays by Elle's bedside as she continues to lie unconscious.

After a few moments of silence, Elle's eyes open, and she looks around the room in a dazed state. She turns to her side and sees Mohinder next to the bed. She smiles, and lifts her head up, staring at her body.

"So..." She starts, her voice calm and soft. "I'm not dead." Elle smirks and leans forward. "And I'm healed." She violently jerks her arm, and suddenly feels pain in her muscles. She winces and quints her eyes as she waits for the pain to subside. After a few seconds, the pain dies down, and she begins to feel her back and arm carefully.

"Well, almost." She turns to Mohinder, a look of determination on her face. "What happened?"

[Venom160]

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Im taken off guard by the new arrival. I fire a blast of ice towards the knife freezing it solid. The blade shatters as it hit my telekinetic sheild.

"Let's see how you like me instead!"

I look up as see the new combatant coming towards me. She gets within reach and I unleash an uppercut lased with radiation halting her momentum instantly. She slam to the ground hard stunning her. I take this opportunity to freeze her hands and feet to the floor.

"Was that all you had? Hmm please."

I look over and lock eye with Mohinder.

"So this is the way this is gonna be? Fine, if I can't have the list im gonna take something just as valuble to you."

I raise my hand and start telekinetically throwing equipment and furnature until I finally find my target: Molly. I concentrate and lift her in the air and bring her to me.

"Molly! No!"

Mohinder gets to his feet and lunges in an attempt to grab Molly but fails. I smile as Molly tries to fight the invisible force that holding her aloft.

"You have two days Mohinder. Bring me the list....."

I glare at Mohinder as he stares at Molly.

"....or I take her ability and fine them that way. Two days..."

I bring Molly within my sheild and than activate Candice's ablity getting away as they're lost in a illusion.http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

Two hours later.....

Molly looks on fearfully as Sylar stands over her.

"Now Molly I need you to use that amazing ability of yours."

"Why?"

"I want to know where your sarrogate father is at."

"No...."

Sylar leans foward getting closer to Molly.

"What was that?"

"I said no!"

"I SAID DO IT!"

A chair suddenly flies across the hotel room and smashes against the wall.

"Now listen Molly, im trying to be nice but your sorely testing my patience!"

"Im not scared of you anymore! Matt and Mohinder will save me! Mohinders' smarter than you and Matt'll know what you do before you even do it!"

Sylar arches an eyebrow.

"Really? A telepath? Hmmm that could be very useful. Tell me have you ever wondered how I take a person's gift?"

The hotel suddenly changes to a sterile operating room. Strapped to the operation table is Mohinder Suresh.

"Mohinder!"

Molly tries to get up to run to him but is held tightly to her seat.

"Ah ah stay seated while the operation is in progress......."

Sylar slowly stalks over to Mohinder lifting a finger and pointing to his forehead.

"First we make the inscission...."

Mohinder screams as a cut appears in his forehead.

"No! Stop it!"

"You know how to stop this, I have use of your talent!"

"I can't......"

Sylar shrugs as he grabs the top of Mohinder's head and pulls it off exposing his brain. Molly's face contorts into a scream but no voice emerges.

"Next we remove the brain..."

"No please stop! I'll do it, I'll help you."

Sylar straightens up and grins as Mohinder's body and the operating table fades away.

"Thats a good girl."

He walk over to her and places his hands on her shoulders.

"Now first off, tell me where a man named Peter Petrelli is."

[Apprentice]

As the deep wounds on Elle's body disappear, her vital signs begin to stabilize. The doctors take a deep breath, and sigh in relief. Mohinder stays by Elle's bedside as she continues to lie unconscious.
After a few moments of silence, Elle's eyes open, and she looks around the room in a dazed state. She turns to her side and sees Mohinder next to the bed. She smiles, and lifts her head up, staring at her body.

"So..." She starts, her voice calm and soft. "I'm not dead." Elle smirks and leans forward. "And I'm healed." She violently jerks her arm, and suddenly feels pain in her muscles. She winces and quints her eyes as she waits for the pain to subside. After a few seconds, the pain dies down, and she begins to feel her back and arm carefully.

"Well, almost." She turns to Mohinder, a look of determination on her face. "What happened?"

"I used Claire's blood to heal you," I explain hurriedly, unhooking her frm the various monitors and leads that she is strapped to. I gather the bundle of fresh clothes resting on the dashboard of her room and thrust them into her grasp. "Your father doesn't know I did this, so we have to move quickly. Get dressed and I'll explain my strategy."

I leave the room, allowing Elle privacy; leaning against the wall, I pull my cell phone free of my pocket and allow my thumbs to dance across the keys. The usual display screen is replaced by a map of a certain area within New York, adorned with a small red dot which throbs and flickers uncertainly. I hear the door open to my side and I turn to see Elle, fully healed and having rid herself of the hospital gown, follow me out. She smiles warmly at me, a gesture which is met only by a flustered, brief grin from myself.

"So what's the plan, genius?" she quips, absent-mindedly generating sparks atop her fingertips.

A new voice interjects. "Yeah, genius. What's the plan?"

I spin to see Agent 101 poised before us, arms folded squarely across her chest. "Bob sent you."

"Yes. I'm here to stop you," she says simply, her tone bristling with anticipation. "But what Mister Bishop doesn't know...won't hurt him. Where are we headed?"

I smirk. It never hurts to have a little more firepower at your back when you're engaging Sylar. "According to this, Mildford Plaza Hotel. After Maury Parkman attacked Molly last time, Bob convinced me to introduce a tiny homing device into her bloodstream. I didn't expect it to come into use so quickly."

"Milford Plaza Hotel?" the Agent repeats. "Sounds...public. We shouldn't make a scene. We get in, grab the girl, we get out. Taking Sylar down is a secondary priority. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

[Venom160]

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Two hours later.....

Molly looks on fearfully as Sylar stands over her.

"Now Molly I need you to use that amazing ability of yours."

"Why?"

"I want to know where your sarrogate father is at."

"No...."

Sylar leans foward getting closer to Molly.

"What was that?"

"I said no!"

"I SAID DO IT!"

A chair suddenly flies across the hotel room and smashes against the wall.

"Now listen Molly, im trying to be nice but your sorely testing my patience!"

"Im not scared of you anymore! Matt and Mohinder will save me! Mohinders' smarter than you and Matt'll know what you do before you even do it!"

Sylar arches an eyebrow.

"Really? A telepath? Hmmm that could be very useful. Tell me have you ever wondered how I take a person's gift?"

The hotel suddenly changes to a sterile operating room. Strapped to the operation table is Mohinder Suresh.

"Mohinder!"

Molly tries to get up to run to him but is held tightly to her seat.

"Ah ah stay seated while the operation is in progress......."

Sylar slowly stalks over to Mohinder lifting a finger and pointing to his forehead.

"First we make the inscission...."

Mohinder screams as a cut appears in his forehead.

"No! Stop it!"

"You know how to stop this, I have use of your talent!"

"I can't......"

Sylar shrugs as he grabs the top of Mohinder's head and pulls it off exposing his brain. Molly's face contorts into a scream but no voice emerges.

"Next we remove the brain..."

"No please stop! I'll do it, I'll help you."

Sylar straightens up and grins as Mohinder's body and the operating table fades away.

"Thats a good girl."

He walk over to her and places his hands on her shoulders.

"Now first off, tell me where a man named Peter Petrelli is."http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

Sylar watches as Molly sits perfectly still, eyes closed in concentration.

"Costa Verde. Peter Petrellis' in Costa Verde California."

"Hm...."

Sylar gets up and starts to pace.

"What, pray tell, would take him there?"

'Doesnt matter' He thinks to himself. 'Aslong as hes' alive he'll remain a constant threat to me. If Suresh calls him in for assistance than my plans will become that much more complicated......."

"Can......can I go home now?"

Sylar turns back to Molly.

"Not yet, use your power again. Tell me where Mohinder is?"

Molly goes quiet again as she closes her eyes. Several minutes pass until she opens her eyes again.

"Where is he?"

"He's at his lab....."

"Your lying, now tell me the truth!"

He advances on the little girl using his telekinesis to lift into the air and at eye level with him.

"Where is he....."

Tears start to fall down her face and she concedes.

"Hes' in a car, about two blocks from here."

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"Really? How about we go and meet him......."

[Saved]

"I used Claire's blood to heal you," I explain hurriedly, unhooking her frm the various monitors and leads that she is strapped to. I gather the bundle of fresh clothes resting on the dashboard of her room and thrust them into her grasp. "Your father doesn't know I did this, so we have to move quickly. Get dressed and I'll explain my strategy."

I leave the room, allowing Elle privacy; leaning against the wall, I pull my cell phone free of my pocket and allow my thumbs to dance across the keys. The usual display screen is replaced by a map of a certain area within New York, adorned with a small red dot which throbs and flickers uncertainly. I hear the door open to my side and I turn to see Elle, fully healed and having rid herself of the hospital gown, follow me out. She smiles warmly at me, a gesture which is met only by a flustered, brief grin from myself.

"So what's the plan, genius?" she quips, absent-mindedly generating sparks atop her fingertips.

A new voice interjects. "Yeah, genius. What's the plan?"

I spin to see Agent 101 poised before us, arms folded squarely across her chest. "Bob sent you."

"Yes. I'm here to stop you," she says simply, her tone bristling with anticipation. "But what Mister Bishop doesn't know...won't hurt him. Where are we headed?"

I smirk. It never hurts to have a little more firepower at your back when you're engaging Sylar. "According to this, Mildford Plaza Hotel. After Maury Parkman attacked Molly last time, Bob convinced me to introduce a tiny homing device into her bloodstream. I didn't expect it to come into use so quickly."

"Milford Plaza Hotel?" the Agent repeats. "Sounds...public. We shouldn't make a scene. We get in, grab the girl, we get out. Taking Sylar down is a secondary priority. Agreed?"

"Agreed."
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"Molly is you're first priority." Elle responds bluntly. "Sylar is my first."

"I've been hunting him for months. He nearly killed me. There's no way in hell I am letting him get away from me. Not again." Elle turns to Agent 101, her hands glowing and sparking with the blue electricity.

"You, provide a distraction. Mohinder, get in and get Molly, I will cover you if you need it. After Molly is safe, lure Sylar toward me. I'll take him off guard, and send a current through his body so strong his blood will vaporize instantly." Elle smiles as she begins to relish her evil sadistic thought. She fades out of her thought, and back into reality, her look of delight and happiness fading to serious look. "Agreed?"

[Lord Doom]

Alan and Stephen
Soho

"Hey, look what I found for you."

Alan turned around at the responseww of his best friend and saw the book he was holding.

"'Activating Evolution'... What's it about?"

Stephen handed his curious friend the book and sat down on the bed.

"This guy from India, he has these theories about people with strange abilities who live amongst us, just like YOU. He says that it's because of evolution and genetic... something, that you have these powers. Pretty cool, huh?"

Alan eyed the book with great anticipation.

"Very cool..."

He flipped the book around and noticed the picture on the back.

"We need to find this man."

[Apprentice]

"Molly is you're first priority." Elle responds bluntly. "Sylar is my first."
"I've been hunting him for months. He nearly killed me. There's no way in hell I am letting him get away from me. Not again." Elle turns to Agent 101, her hands glowing and sparking with the blue electricity.

"You, provide a distraction. Mohinder, get in and get Molly, I will cover you if you need it. After Molly is safe, lure Sylar toward me. I'll take him off guard, and send a current through his body so strong his blood will vaporize instantly." Elle smiles as she begins to relish her evil sadistic thought. She fades out of her thought, and back into reality, her look of delight and happiness fading to serious look. "Agreed?"

I swallow hard. This partnership may be more difficult than I originally thought, if Elle does not take heed from prior experiences...she's got to learn from her mistakes, especially when Sylar is involved. Alas, I don't have the time to instruct her in the ways of the world now, so I just nod slowly before yanking open a door and launching myself down the stairwell.

"Just be careful, both of you," I tell them sternly, bursting out into the car park on the bottom level. "And Elle, remember that he knows your strengths and capabilities. Your sudden rejuvenation may catch him off guard, but Agent 101 here is the real ace up our sleeves." I dig into my pocket and hit a switch on my keys; across the way, a metallic silver automobile beeps to life.

As I slide into the driver's seat, the Agent remarks, "Company car?"

"Courtesy of Bob," I answer, jamming the key into the ignition and feeling the vehicle hum to life all around me. "Elle, you'll be our front line...Agent, you intervene when Sylar least expects it, but if either of us are in life-threatening danger, don't wait. I'll get Molly."

[OOC: Syn, feel free to skip ahead to the hotel.]

[Venom160]

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Sylar watches as Molly sits perfectly still, eyes closed in concentration.

"Costa Verde. Peter Petrellis' in Costa Verde California."

"Hm...."

Sylar gets up and starts to pace.

"What, pray tell, would take him there?"

'Doesnt matter' He thinks to himself. 'Aslong as hes' alive he'll remain a constant threat to me. If Suresh calls him in for assistance than my plans will become that much more complicated......."

"Can......can I go home now?"

Sylar turns back to Molly.

"Not yet, use your power again. Tell me where Mohinder is?"

Molly goes quiet again as she closes her eyes. Several minutes pass until she opens her eyes again.

"Where is he?"

"He's at his lab....."

"Your lying, now tell me the truth!"

He advances on the little girl using his telekinesis to lift into the air and at eye level with him.

"Where is he....."

Tears start to fall down her face and she concedes.

"Hes' in a car, about two blocks from here."

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"Really? How about we go and meet him......."

I swallow hard. This partnership may be more difficult than I originally thought, if Elle does not take heed from prior experiences...she's got to learn from her mistakes, especially when Sylar is involved. Alas, I don't have the time to instruct her in the ways of the world now, so I just nod slowly before yanking open a door and launching myself down the stairwell.

"Just be careful, both of you," I tell them sternly, bursting out into the car park on the bottom level. "And Elle, remember that he knows your strengths and capabilities. Your sudden rejuvenation may catch him off guard, but Agent 101 here is the real ace up our sleeves." I dig into my pocket and hit a switch on my keys; across the way, a metallic silver automobile beeps to life.

As I slide into the driver's seat, the Agent remarks, "Company car?"

"Courtesy of Bob," I answer, jamming the key into the ignition and feeling the vehicle hum to life all around me. "Elle, you'll be our front line...Agent, you intervene when Sylar least expects it, but if either of us are in life-threatening danger, don't wait. I'll get Molly."

[OOC: Syn, feel free to skip ahead to the hotel.]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

Five minutes later......

Sylar keeps a firm grip on Molly's shoulder as they walk down a busy sidewalk.

"Use your ability, where is he now."

Shes' silent for several minutes until finally raising her hand and points to an incoming car.

"He's in that car....."

An evil smile spreads across Sylar's face as he leads Molly into the street in the path of the car. He raises his hand and suddenly all four tires are ripped off the car causing it to skid to an abrupt stop.

[Lord Doom]

Alan shook off the water from his pant leg.

"Damn puddle..." he muttered.

"Do you even know where this Suresh guy lives?"

"According to the book, he's right here in New York. Thanks again for that book, by the way."

"You're welcome."

Alan and Stephen approached the old apartment building.

"Here we are!"

"Why would a famous genetisist live in such a dump?"

Alan didn't answer. He simply walked in. A skinny man wearing brown pants and a white t-shirt approached him. He looked like a crack addict.

"Can I help you?" he replied.

"Yes, I'm looking for Dr. Shandra Suresh."

"He doesn't live her anymore, but his son is staying in his old room."

"Which one?"

Alan recieved the information he required and headed up the door. But first, he looked over at Stephen.

"Wait here."

"Why?" Stephen gave a puzzled look.

"Just do it."

Stephen shrugged and waited outside as Alan headed for Suresh's door. He took a deep breath and knocked three times.

[Blacklight]

IC:http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:qSOh-1X7pYn5qM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/Claire_Bennet.jpg/225px-Claire_Bennet.jpg (http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/0f/Claire_Bennet.jpg/225px-Claire_Bennet.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.tv.com/users/efc1991/profile.php%3Faction%3Dshow_blog%26entry%3Dm-100-25181247&h=298&w=225&sz=15&hl=en&start=28&tbnid=qSOh-1X7pYn5qM:&tbnh=116&tbnw=88&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dclaire%2Bbennet%26start%3D20%26gbv%3D 2%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN)

"No," I immediately protest. "That's not what Noah would have wanted, and it's not what I want for you."

"But..."

I snap uncontrollably. "Look around you! Do you think Noah worked so hard to get you this just so you could blow it all on a vengeance trip?"

I make my way to the door. I'll never fully reason with her, so I might as well leave...alone.

"Besides," I call back, "What can you do to stop them? Not die? This is a job that requires firepower."

I run after him and managed to block his path. He's not walking away without hearing what I have to say first.

"My dad may have wanted me to have a normal life, and I want that too, but it's not just about me anymore. No one with abilities like ours will be able to have a normal life if this company isn't stopped, and I want others like us to be able to have what we all want.... a normal life. That's why I am coming with you, or I'll go by myself. Either way I'm going after the company. With. Or without you. So what's it going to be?"

[Apprentice]

Five minutes later......

Sylar keeps a firm grip on Molly's shoulder as they walk down a busy sidewalk.

"Use your ability, where is he now."

Shes' silent for several minutes until finally raising her hand and points to an incoming car.

"He's in that car....."

An evil smile spreads across Sylar's face as he leads Molly into the street in the path of the car. He raises his hand and suddenly all four tires are ripped off the car causing it to skid to an abrupt stop.

We should have expected this. I mentally berate myself as the three of us launch into the fray. I feel the tingle of crackling electricity dance across the back of my neck, and shards of glass explode into the night shadows as Agent 101 dives through the windscreen and sweeps Sylar's legs from beneath him. Even as he tumbles, I'm all too aware that his daze will be momentary at best - and dart forward. Sweeping Molly into my arms, I drop to my knees behind the disabled car, allowing Agent 101 and Elle to attack freely. My little girl sobs, her body falling limp in relief, but I cannot spare her any time now. Warning her to stay where she is, I reach into my jacket and stand again, wandering forward with a metallic, two-pronged object in my hand.

"Sylar! Remember this?" I shout, holding the tuning fork high. "It's slightly different to the other one, though. This one is an electric device, enhanced by some friends of mine to resonate on hundreds of different frequencies. Let's see whether you regret killing Dale Smither now, shall we?"

I activate the mechanical tuning fork and slam the accompanying small metal bar against it. It rings out, assaulting Sylar's ear drums.

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Before he even has a chance to scream, I call, "Elle! Do what you will!"

[Venom160]

We should have expected this. I mentally berate myself as the three of us launch into the fray. I feel the tingle of crackling electricity dance across the back of my neck, and shards of glass explode into the night shadows as Agent 101 dives through the windscreen and sweeps Sylar's legs from beneath him. Even as he tumbles, I'm all too aware that his daze will be momentary at best - and dart forward. Sweeping Molly into my arms, I drop to my knees behind the disabled car, allowing Agent 101 and Elle to attack freely. My little girl sobs, her body falling limp in relief, but I cannot spare her any time now. Warning her to stay where she is, I reach into my jacket and stand again, wandering forward with a metallic, two-pronged object in my hand.

"Sylar! Remember this?" I shout, holding the tuning fork high. "It's slightly different to the other one, though. This one is an electric device, enhanced by some friends of mine to resonate on hundreds of different frequencies. Let's see whether you regret killing Dale Smither now, shall we?"

I activate the mechanical tuning fork and slam the accompanying small metal bar against it. It rings out, assaulting Sylar's ear drums.

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Before he even has a chance to scream, I call, "Elle! Do what you will!"http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b3/venom160/Banners/Sylar.jpg

My head feels like its about to explode. I drop to my knees as blood starts to drip from my ears and nose.

"Ahhhh!"

"Let's see whether you regret killing Dale Smither now, shall we?"

I let out another yell of pain and frustration as blood starts to stream from my eyes.

"You'll regret this Suresh.........ahhh!"

Mohinder grins slightly as the blonde and the newbie draw closer.

"And why would I."

I manage a grin as I glare at Mohinder.

"Oh you have me disabled but now theres nothing keeping my powers in check......."

My hands start to glow as the realization hits Mohinder.

"Tell me, how many innocent people do you think I'll take out ahhhh when I go off?"

I let go of what little control over my abilities I had left and let my telekenisis lash out causing several cars to start flying in every direction. My hands glow even brighter as the asphalt around me starts to boil.

[Lord Doom]

Alan slunks down the stairs of the apartment and back outside. He had come all this way for nothing. Or maybe not...

"Stephen, wait here for Suresh. I'm gonna hit the streets, but DON'T let him spot you. I don't want to alarm him by bringing any more strangers into his home. I want this to be just between Suresh and me."

"How am I suppossed to know what he looks like?"

"His father was from India. So look for an India," Alan replies as he walks off.

[Eddie Brock]

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I run after him and managed to block his path. He's not walking away without hearing what I have to say first.

"My dad may have wanted me to have a normal life, and I want that too, but it's not just about me anymore. No one with abilities like ours will be able to have a normal life if this company isn't stopped, and I want others like us to be able to have what we all want.... a normal life. That's why I am coming with you, or I'll go by myself. Either way I'm going after the company. With. Or without you. So what's it going to be?"
She's not going to stop. Neither am I. That means that one of us will have to yield, and I have the power in the situation - literally.

"Neither," I respond, my voice slipping into Eden's power - a power which I am all-too-familiar with by this point. Mind-control is so unethical, but so is what I plan to do to The Company. Once Nathan's death has been revenged, I will never abuse my powers like this again. "You're going to stay here and wait for my call. THEN, we will talk about this. Do nothing to interfere."

I watch as Claire tries to fight off the suggestion. It lasts less than a second, but it breaks my heart. She just wants to avenge her father's death - I respect that. But I'm afraid that if she sees what's coming, she'll stop liking me. Hell, I know that I don't particularly like myself at the moment.

So, as I turn to leave (again), I telepathically state, <I'm so sorry about this, Claire. I promise, I'm going to set it right. And then you and I can both move on.>

I don't know if she can even hear me. Something tells me that telepathy is not a two-way street. But nonetheless, I say it more for myself than her. The old Peter will come back.

But for what I'm about to do, I have to push all emotion aside.