Snippet #1821069

Emmet doubled checked the baby bag to make sure he had everything. Bottles, diapers, clothes, knives, yep everything was there. Truthfully, it didn’t matter because the Fran had all of that stuff stocked up for this experiment or that. Cassandra and Alucard, washed and dressed in new clothes, were sitting in their stroller and watching their mother. He smiled at them “You ready to go see Grandma Jessica, Aunty Kay, and Uncle God? “ Cassandra just giggled, but Alucard seemed to nod his head in acknowledgement. Sling the baby bag over his shoulder and rolled the twins into the living room. Gabriel was sitting on the couch starring off into space. Emmet smirked and silently floated off the ground and over to him “What are you thinking about? “He whispered seductively before blowing into his ear.

Gabriel shuddered and blinked. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed Emmet’s approach. He smiled at his wife and pulled him onto his lap “Nothing much, are you all set? “ Emmet nodded

“Yep, you sure you don’t wanna hang out with us? “

“Sorry, I have things I need to look into “

“And it’s not because of certain people? “

“Jessica and I are fine now “

Emmet starred at him for a moment, before leaning in and kissing him. But before Gabriel could really get into it, Emmet jumped up “Dad, not in front of the kids “he teased. Gabriel just sighed but didn’t say anything, getting up he walked over to them “ Have fun “ he touched them and they vanished, reappearing in the opening room of the Meyer Mansion “ Hello! “ Emmet called out, pushing the stroller; he set out to find one of his family members.

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Once they were gone, Gabriel brought out a canvas and some painting supplies. Ever since he’d regained Isaacs’s ability, his visions of the future were clearer. He saw more through his dreams, but He felt the paintings depicted more key events. Once he was ready, he closed his eyes and focused. When he opened them, they were pure white. Raising the brush, he set about his task. Minutes ticked by as he painted out the scene before him. After twenty minutes, his eyes cleared up and he stepped back to get a good look. But what he saw made him drop his painting tools in surprise. The scene depicted a woman having her brain ripped from her skull, a pair of hands held the brain and the top of her skull. Her hair was long and grey, and old woman it seemed. He hadn’t taken someone’s power in months, in fact, he’d been repressing it, when Peter reactivated his abilities, and he’d inadvertently reawakened the hunger. It was only from his own self-awareness that “Sylar “did not emerge as well. For the most part, he’d been fine; the hunger didn’t stir around his family. Though he theorized, it was partly because he could already do most of what they could do. His greatest fear was that the hunger would lead him to harming his children, who since their births hadn’t displayed any special powers, but it was a thought that was always at the forefront of his mind. But as he examined the picture further, something seemed off about it. It didn’t feel like him though, not that the overall brutality wasn’t his style. But something about it was just to wild and out of control. Who could it?.........He gasped as it came to him, the only person it could be, but how? He was a weak and dying old man who didn’t even remember how powerful he was, it shouldn’t be possible. But Gabriel knew that wasn’t true, in this world anything is possible “What are you up to…..father “Whatever the answer was, it couldn’t be good. If Sampson was starting to return to his former glory and move then it would be inevitable that they met. He’d made it clear he was after immortality and wanted his regeneration power.

Gabriel didn’t want to take any chances, he was sure if it came down to a fight, he could defeat his father, but it would be wise to have back up. He teleported to Michael’s home, appearing on his doorstep and knocking firmly.

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Sampson cackled madly, his voice wet and ragged. He sagged heavily against the bathroom sink. He was shaking as his body voided out the last of his sickness. He’d been so focused on purging his body of the illness that he’d pushed it out from every orifice of his body and pores. As he raised himself up to look in the mirror, he saw that an oddly colored liquid coated his body. He felt weak, but not the same kind he’d been feeling the last few years, no this was temporary. He laughed again, this time his voice was stronger. He continued to stare at his reflection, he summoned up the image of his mind. It was hazy at first, but it gradually came into focus. How beautiful he had been, gloriously so, but look at him now, a miserable old man. But that would change soon.

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Kendrick watched as Nicole fled and sighed. That Nicole had no love for him was no secret. He couldn’t exactly blame her; here he was being romantically involved with her father while her estranged mother was suddenly in the picture. What child wouldn’t long for a family with a mother and a father? He leaned back against the railing and folded his arms, he cared so deeply for Nate, more then Sophie ever could.

He blinked, where had that thought come from? He liked Sophie well enough and certainly didn’t dislike the woman. At the end of the day he was the one sharing a bed with Nate, that Nate and Sophie spent so much time “ reconnecting “ was nothing to dwell on….. He looked down and saw that Nicole had dropped some papers on the ground. He could just leave them and let her come back for them later, which is what she most likely wanted. But things couldn’t go on as they were; they were all living together and should learn to get along. He scooped them up and headed for her room, he stood outside her door for a solid minute before finally knocking “Nicole, you left your homework “

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Fran was literally knee deep in an experiment, a woman weighing 300 pounds had come to her for lipo suction, but Fran had offered to do her one better and come up with a way for her to lose the weight without the added effects of her other idea. Unfortunately, it had met with left than favorable results. As the phone rang, Fran waded through the mass of fat and guts filling the lab. She finally managed to get to the phone after growing five pairs of arms, she hit the speaker button “ Meyer residence, this is Fran Meyer speaking, oh hello Nicole, it’s been so long, how have you been? “ a deep moan filled the air

Fran took the phone away for a moment to look over her shoulder “Don’t worry maam, just a minor set back, I assure I am 97% sure I can help you, but you must stop eating yourself “

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Micah was sitting at his desk, going through his computer. His hands were touching the keyboard but not moving at all. Page after page popped up and closed. He’d managed to hack into the governments files, but everything was so heavily encrypted that it was taking forever to decipher it all. The news reports were worrying his mom and dad and he felt the same way. It was gearing up to be a second round of the hunts and Rebel would need to be ready, only this time he wouldn’t have the help of his former allies. The screen flickered for a second but he calmed down. There was nothing he could do about it, West and the others were gone, most of them at Gabrie-Sylar’s hand. It didn’t matter; he could do it alone if he had to.