Snippet #1105822

2010: The Mall

Sierra let out a breath of relief. Peter was fine. Everything was fine, just as Samuel had said. She turned to the man she considered a father and said, "Peter says to move the carnival to California. He said he'll explain after everything is done. You said you had wounded; I can attend to them. I just want to relax for a while." She said with a breath of exhaustion. She was tired and she wanted to be normal for a while. No fights, no blood, no invasions or powers, just a normal time in a new place. Time to settle down, think about the future. Maybe start an actual family. At this, she blushed deeply, but giggled a little as the thoughts pleasantly glazed over her mind, "Come on, we've got wounded to fix up."

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2010: Petrelli Mansion

Bridgette sat up as the conversation concluded and all worries about Angela were seemingly slated. The room went quiet for a moment before Bridgette sneezed and sent a wild wind through the room, blowing around papers and small decorations like projectiles. She now raised an eyebrow as she looked at the damage she had caused, "It m-m-might b-b-be a good idea to b-b-bring me to a d-d-doctor or something. Can someone d-d-drive me, please?" She asked. Although she was sixteen and capable of owning a learner's permit, she had never sat behind the wheel of a car before, and as such, was more likely to run down a sidewalk full of people before crashing rather than successfully making it to the hospital.

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2010: The Parking Lot

Nicole slowly woke up, her family crouching over her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happen, because coupled with the fucked up parking lot, the beat up dude, and the weird dream, it all pointed to the Stigma. So of course, she did the only thing a fourteen year old girl could do in a situation like this. She began to cry and threw herself at her father, sobbing apologies and saying how she had failed him and that she was nothing but a horrible person. She held onto her father as if the world was about to peel away and consume her. And with her Stigma active, no matter how dormant, it very well could at any time.

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2010: Meyer Mansion

Jessica followed Fran and her newest experiment up and out of the labs. She listened to Godric explain what had happened minutes before, almost wholly un-amused by the appearance of another special. Her mind was elsewhere, on questions that needed answers, but whose answers were impossible to reach. Almost as an after thought, she thought to ask Godric of his brother, and whether or not he had returned from his little outing, “Godric, kiddo, you haven’t seen Emmet around here by any chance, have you? Kid’s been gone for a good while and I can’t help but get a little worried.”

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2010: Brenden’s Hotel Room

Brenden shrugged, “Nah, didn’t know that. I guess that probably would be a bit of a give away.” He said as he glanced into a mirror, and sure enough, his eyes were glowing, “I don’t really know what my ability is. But have you ever played a videogame before? Imagine if you could go inside one, and be the people in it. I can do that. Other than that, I haven’t been able to do much else. Not that I’ve been doing a lot of experimenting.” He said with a mild scoff, “What about them? What can they do?” Brenden asked, motioning toward Terry and Claire.

Terry stepped forward a bit. Up until this point, he’d been leaning against the wall and letting Magix do most of the talking. He didn’t really know why, but he felt like the boy could probably do with a few more friends, “Caustikinesis, I’ve been told. I can manipulate and produce Acidic and Basic solutions.” He didn’t decide to demonstrate, as playing with acid was generally a bad idea, even if you had control over it.

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2010: Florida, The Sky.

Jaice nodded, “Yeah. Alice probably would be pretty pissed about us just kinda leaving her here, wouldn’t she?” He asked, patrolling the rooftops until he found where Alice was standing. Although he had stayed relatively silent as he did so, he had been hugging Kathy close, letting her know that he was there for her. He knew how devastating Jared’s death had been to her, and he didn’t like to see her upset. He set them down near Alice and panted a little, his brain burning a little. While his ability was not relatively taxing on his body, his brain sure seemed to get a good work out over all this lifting and carrying. He was developing a killer headache at this point, “Alice, come on, we’re getting the fuck out of here. Maybe lay low for a bit.” He said, putting a hand to his head and massaging his temples, “Is there a car we could grab or something? Getting a migraine.”

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2010: The School (So are all the Chinese gone, or just the ones in Florida?)

Swiss was getting ready to get up and go fight, but Matt seemed to be having trouble locating Travis. He knew that telepaths couldn’t read each others minds and shit, and pointed to Molly, “Have her do it. I’m sure she could pinpoint Travis with relative ease, couldn’t she?”

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Camp 83
Unknown Location

Nicole panted as she went around the corner, her read jacket stained with blood and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Even if her abilities were active now, they didn’t do any good against these things. All you could really do was run and shoot. She took a moment as she looked around. She was alone. Very alone. Everything else was zombie bait or undead. She let of a sigh of exhaustion out as she continued walking, the old hunting rifle clutched in her hands as if it were her only friend. And in this case, it sort of was. She turned the corner and dread filled her throat. She saw the hoodie, heard the growl, felt the tackle. She hit the ground hard, the zombie’s weight keeping her pinned to the ground. Brenden stared at her with cruel eyes as he dug his hands into her guts.

“Get it off me! Get it, get it off me! Get it, get it off, get it off! Get it off! Get it off me!” She screamed as she tried with futility to shove the zombie off of her chest. Finally, everything faded to black.

THE SURVIVORS HAVE BEEN OVERWHELMED

“Fuck!” She shouted, slamming her fist down on the table as everything faded back in, the familiar setting of the safe room and the three “bot” survivors appearing for the seventh time within the past hour. The No Mercy sewers were difficult to traverse alone, with only three retarded bots to help you. And the smell. Good lord, the smell. Sometimes Brenden made these games too realistic, “You spawned that hunter there on purpose!”

Brenden laughed, “Come on, Nicole, you have what, forty something hp, no health kit, and Bill, Francis, and Louis were all dead. You weren’t going to make it, and you know it.”

Nicole shot the disembodied voice a glare, “You’re cheating.” She said as she crossed her arms and turned up her nose.

Brenden laughed again, “Hey, maybe if you spent more time making friends with the other camp residents, someone else could help you instead of these stupid bots.”

“I’m with ya.” Francis said, as if on cue.

“Shut up, Francis.” Nicole said back to him, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

“I got your six.” Bill droned back, the cigarette in his mouth magically staying in place.

“Ugh.” She moaned, putting her face in her hands. If not for the fact that she’d had her eye replaced thanks to Sierra, she was sure her Stigma would be flaring up right about now, as much good as it would do, “I need a break. I’m hungry, and Dad is no doubt looking for me again.”

The twenty four year old shrugged, “Maybe you can get Nate to play with you for a while, Nicole. He can be Bill.”

Nicole shot him a glare (he’d come out of “director mode” and taken on a solid form at this point), “I dare you to call him old to his face.”

“Hey, hey, Bill is the best survivor in the game or it’s sequel, without a doubt. Isn’t that right guys?” The survivors all voiced their agreements, “See? Even the other bots thinks so too.”

Nicole only rolled her eyes, “Ugh, you’re such a child.”

Reality faded back into effect and the dismal camp came back into view, the previously zombie infested streets turning into makeshift pathways and dotted with the trailer like homes. Nicole shuddered, shaking her head, opening the training tent, and jogging off, leaving Brenden alone. He sighed, stretched, and then yawned. Sustaining a game like that for hours really tired him out, but he’d never tell Nicole that. He snickered again as he began to wander off toward his own trailer.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 47
The Street

David stretched a little. If there we going after the zombies bitch, they should probably get to it at some point. He wondered vaguely why Peter didn’t just use Molly’s ability to find Ferlina. It wasn’t like it would be that hard. But maybe that was just the alcohol talking. He now put his gaze on Kurt and Nick and Ron, “So what, just us four? That’s cool. Where do we start?”

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5 A.Y.
Camp 55
That place with the things.

Tony smiled, “So then we have a deal then? Good. I figured I could rely on you a bit better than Peter. And I didn’t even have to kill anyone this time. By the way, Nick is back in Peter’s camp. Peter just picked him up. Might want to check him out, because he’s looking for his little wife like she’s looking for him. They will be key to distributing the poison. Anyway, I believe I’ve wasted enough of your time for now. I’ll know when you’re ready to begin. I’ll be around.” He said as he turned and walked out the door, past the small group that was gathered outside. He gave Chris, Jacob, and Keith a small smile, before stopping to look at Godric, “Someone’s looking for you too. I wonder how that will all go.” He chuckled before turning to leave, “Gentlemen.”

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5 A.Y.
Camp 11
Medical Tent

Swiss could only watch as Magix banished the duo of men to some place hopefully far away. He didn't feel like getting into another all out war. He was still recovering from the last one. Instead, he sat down calmly as the soldiers behind the Magix clones stared on, "Unlike Tyrone, Magix's attacks can kill you. So I would advise either running away very quickly, or saying a very quick prayer." He said, "And then never fucking with our families ever again. Because we don't play well with others." Swiss put his feet up on one of the bedside tables and pushed back a little, the feet of the chair leaving the ground. 'As I was saying, now what do we do? We've just stirred up the hive.'