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

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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.

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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Lost Souls Part 4

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.

"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.

 

[Venom160]

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?"

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.

"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
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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 *****e 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."

"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 *****e. He says "You may be tough Jimmy. But you'll get whats coming to you. Tomorrow." Ha ha. Can't wait.
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Lost Souls Part 5

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]

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.

"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.

[BLACKOUT]"Molly, what is it?"[/BLACKOUT] 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.

[BLACKOUT]"Molly, what is it?"[/BLACKOUT] 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.​

"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.

[BLACKOUT]"Molly, what is it?"[/BLACKOUT]

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

My grin widens as I hear footsteps coming closer.

This is coming together better than I expected.

 

[Apprentice]

Previously...

Spoiler

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.">

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: &#20170;&#12424;&#12426;&#36933;&#12356;&#26178;&#38291;&#12398;&#12505;&#12531;&#12480;&#12540;&#12364;&#12395;&#12424;&#12387;&#12390;&#27515;&#12397;&#12400;. 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]

"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.

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]

IC:

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?"

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

IC:



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

New Jersey​

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 *****!”

 

[Venom160]

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.*

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]

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.

​

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.​

 

[Venom160]

​

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.​

"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.

"I'm going to make sure you don't get up from this one!" I yell, continuing to pound him.

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."