2010 School

Travis continued walking. Lyle's questioning was not helping. Travis finally turned around. "How much did y our father tell you about me?" Travis regained ground, and breathed (once again strangely with some difficulty). "I may be able to read minds, but it's kind of hard to translate Chinese thoughts into a language you can understand when there are 50 other people gunning for you." Travis was picking up thoughts from Lyle. His mind was in a state of panic. "Yes, your father is not here, and neither is Rene. But I'm very sure we'll be fine."

Travis continued walking when more questions came out of Lyle. Travis opened a door, which fell off it's hinges almost immediately after Travis pulled it. Three soldiers were guarding the door from the inside apparently as they turned around and began to open fire. Travis puled Lyle out of the way. He may not have been able to read their minds clearly, but he still sensed their presence as he opened and was able to get behind the wall with Lyle. Travis focused and generated a massive wall of water which he then froze. That would shield the entrance from any bullet fire until he later came and thawed it out.

"Well we're not going in that way." Travis said. He led Lyle along the school, where the least amount of combat was happening. Under cover of illusion, Travis managed to find an open window, andslip them both inside. "Don't ask me where Pikachu is. We're on our own as far as I can tell." Travis pulled out his handgun from behind his pants and loaded it. He then realized Lyle also had a firearm. "Didn't pops ever tell you not to play with guns?"

Travis didn't wait for an answer, as he was already silently opening the door, which led into a rather dark hallway. He had no idea where they were, but the darkness at least would conceal them for the time being.

"Now listen. Stealth is our number one priority. Which means don't...I repeat. PLEASE do not go trigger happy. No firing unless your life depends on it. That means only if you have an angry Chinese man shouting at you with a firearm. I can keep us under cover of illusion for a while. I don't know if the school Jammers are on however, so it may be somewhat difficult." Travis popped his neck. "Understand?"

Tokyo
(sorta a shit post)
"Keep your cool, Ferlina." Adam said. Just take a few breaths...and focus on one thing. Getting us out of here."

5 A.Y.

Travis sighed. He had no idea where Rene was. He could only guess he was in Peter's Camp. Or dead. But there was one problem. "Small problem." Travis said. He held up the empty syringe. "Some of my abilities are not operative right now."

After Travis took his shots, a good amount of his abilities stopped working for at least thirty minutes. There was one shot he took and his abilities went gone for almost two days, but most of the time it was only 30 or so minutes. It didn't contain the shanti virus, it didn't contain any virus. But his body was focusing on one thing right now and could not afford to tire itself by using any powerful abilities. Only basic mindreading, basic hydrokinesis, and sometimes some thought pushing was accessible to him in this state, whether Travis liked it or not.
"I've already injected myself. Your boss will find very litle use of me right now. So go away and bother me in an hour or so when my abilities decide to work again..."

2010 Ron

Ron was just getting ready top head into the pinehurst building shen he recieved a text from Kurt. the text was asking him to keep the chinnesse at bay. "damn you kurt you owe me big for this damn it" Ron yelled into the building doubting that kurt could hear him. with that ron turned around and began using his basic power to hold back the chinesse using just the metals around him but it didnt take long before one person broke throung the metal barakade and was running at Ron with no metal on him at all. Ron had no chose but to try slowing the mans heart to knock him outnufortuanately that didnot o to plan and just like the last time ron had attempted this the mans heart exploded. suddenly ron was enjoying himself and let down the metal baracade allowing all the chinesse to start towards him.

"so who is the first to die" ron yealled laughing andf letting something inside take over and begining to make peioples hearts explode all ove the place. Ron didnt notice one guy coming up behind him and had an axe cleaved into his arm. "mother fucker"ron yelled making the guys arms and legs dislocate and then ripped them clean from the body. "this is fantastic i love my powers" and with that ron let lose into the air and continued to kill and play with the chinesse.

inside pinehurst in one of the labs katie was busy trying to read research documents in a baracaded room trying to take her mind off the invasion. there was a load banging on the door and katie jumped the things that had been placed infront of the door wehere starting to move and it wasnt long before there was a large chinesse soldier was searchiong the room looking for kate and soon found her hining behind a fileing cabinate.

Outside ron had seen kaite working and began to clam as he watched her but his temper soon flaired as a soldier held a gun to her head she was clearly scared she was going to die. the slodiers arm was pulled up into the air and the gun discharged into the ceiling untill it was out of ammo. "you really are going to regret pointing your gun at this nice young lady" Ron said coming through the window and dragging the soldier away from katie who looked around and saw ron. it was the man that had saved her from the human trafficing ring but he looked diferent he looked menacing now.

"i hate scum like you attacking inocent people with no reason what so ever, i'm going to make you wish you hadnt ever come here today." ron said. instantly ron forced asmuch blood as possible into the guys right bycep and it exploded with the smiloe growing bigger and bigger ron began to pick different areas of the soldiers body to vove flow with blood untill they exploded. with each yell of pain from the soldier katies face was showing more and more fear. the second ron noticed this he stopped the soldiers heart and dropped to his knees afraid of what he had done he was a monster. "i'm really sorry thatt i scared you katie i dont know what came over me i just saw him trying to kill you and i snapped." ron said getting to his feet and walking back towards the window where he looked out seeing all the other people he had killed.

"katie just so you know i really like you i think that is why i snapped but i guess that doesnt matter anymore i'll leave you alone goodbye" ron said. "Ron dont you dare say thing like that not you say you like some one then tell them you'll leave them alone, you calmed down when you saw i was scared and you calmed down back at that warehouse when you saw me. you really want me to allow you to leave here and chance you killing more people because you SNAPPED what are you an idiot" katie said walkign to ron and slapping him in the face.

5 A.Y.

Ron was staying quiet he wasnt very talkative when people mentioned his loss of katie. "nick while i really hope you are right about bridget but as your friend i feel that i should tell you dont get your hopes up on finding her alive. in my opinion you should spend you time looking after danny but i wont attempt to stop you from looking for her" ron said finally. 'i hope matt hurrys i want to get moving' ron thought to himself.

Miami!!! Then New York City!!! Then Orlando!!! Then China!!!

Mishi was firing a beam of raw energy destroying some vehicle's, when she heard Michael's calling, she grinned he was certainty a loud mouth, and somewhat disrespectful. But she had her orders, and she knew the rewards. She flew off into the air, easily breaking the sound barrier, and within seconds she landed in front of him, spotting Patricia, and Alexander, she grinned. "Welcome..my name is Mishi, but I suppose you already know me. " With that she gathered light energy, and formed two blades made of light. "Are you ready to meet your demise?

Michael looked into the woman's eyes with a coldness before a smirk broke his serious look. Before he could answer Mishi, he turned back toward Alexander and Patricia.

"You know where to meet me." Michael said to Patricia. Patricia nodded in response before leading Alexander away from both Michael and Mishi. Michael turned back to Mishi and shook his head before speaking. "Not yet... " Michael takes a look around at his surroundings before looking back at Mishi once more. "I don't think this place is the best for beating your ass. Let's head to New York City. I'm sure you know where that is? You probably got Chinatown on your GPS." Michael said before become light and appearing in the desecrated city of New York. "Now I'm ready."

Mishi also appeared in front of Michael, she was going to have fun testing out these powers. "Alright bring it own brownie boy" Raising her right hand, the tips of her ringer tips were surrounded in energy, focusing she used Laser emission sending out concentrated beams of energy at Michael, using kinetic energy to increase their speed hoping to injure Michael. " Ah This is so fun, All these powers."

The beam headed toward Michael... and right through his body too. His body seemed to vanish right before Mishi's eyes just as he had done in his fight against Kurt. Michael then appear several meters above Mishi throwing a sphere of nuclear energy down at Mishi's head.

Mishi knew the beams of that caliber hadn't killed Michael, but she hadn't predicted his next move, it was hard to paint the future in the middle of a high paced battle. As the Nuclear energy went down towards her, she simply absorbed the nuclear energy, and a grin came across her face, as she leaped into the air flying towards Michael, she sent out a whip made of electricity aimed at him.

Michael's eyes widened as he watched Mishi's next move. He grabbed Mishi's whip of electricity with his bare hand and absorbed the electricity. He then used that energy to let out a sonic scream while up close.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Michael yelled.

Mishi was too close to avoid the technique now. The blast of sound sent her towards the rubble, but she teleported away, reappearing behind Michael. She moved into perform an elbow strike, summoning Son Goku, and Son Vegeta who also began launching ki blasts at Michael. :"TAKE THIS!"

Michael tried to get ready to prevent the attacks made by the cartoon characters Mishi had summoned, but elbow strike to the back stunned him. The ki blasts crashed into Michael's body. Michael managed to fuse himself with this strange source of energy that had been shot out of the palms of the characters. He then converted himself into raw energy before splitting himself in three. There was a man of electricity, a man of light, and Michael himself in the center of the two.

"Let's do this." Michael said before the three headed toward their opponents. Michael to Mishi with a fist made of titanium, the man of electricity heading toward Son Vegeta with a blast of electricity, and the man of light heading toward Son Goku with attempting to release gamma rays from his palms.

Son Goku was taken down by the radiation, but Vegeta was merely pushed back, he sent out a massive orb of ki directed at the original Michael, while Mishi turned invisible, and created several clones, all teleported near Michael, and launched a barrage of lasers at him, the lasers being cloaked a.k.a. a more advanced form of invisibility. This is it, he'll only see Vegeta's attack coming. She thought to herself.

Michael went to scatter the molecules that made up Vegeta's attack until he felt intense heat followed by pain hit him from nearly all sides. Holes were shot through his clothing and his body fell to the ground. Mishi was powerful... More powerful than he had ever predicted. Her last attack had seriously hurt him, leaving him on the ground to be finished off. All hope of winning seemed unreachable now. Something clicked though.

"No... No! I have to keep going... I have to stop her... It's what I have to do. I got this. I'm gonna send this bitch back to Hong Kong on a stretcher." Michael struggled to say as his body lied on the ground. "Let's fucking do this!" With those words the man of electricity went straight toward Mishi's backside as fast as he could. Michael raised his head off the ground just to smile at Mishi. His body then dispersed into scattered molecules as the man of electricity crashed into Mishi's back. Michael materialized in front of Mishi as antimatter. He held her body, and they both began to glow with an immense light. Neither of them could move as their bodies seemed become compressed together as an unstable body of energy. In that same second, the energy exploded in all directions, covering over whatever was left of the city.

The explosion of energy then seemed to go into a stand still, before becoming brighter than before. The explosion of energy was now a dome of bright light. The faint sound of voices could be heard from the dome. The chattering presented confusion and fear. The dome remained like this for an hour before suddenly dispersing into thousands of small spheres. a single person remained in the center of them all. It was humanoid shaped and seemed to be orchestrating the display with just the movement of its palms. Its body was as bright as the explosion. The being then combined then began to combine the particles of energy. The spheres when combined began to shape into bodies, slowly but surely. These people... They were all the prisoners Mishi had placed in her tongue ring. The particles began to form the human features of each and every human that had been in the prison until the light left their bodies, leaving them to their normal appearances. The being in the center of them lost its glow too.

The orchestrator had been revealed as Michael. He had used the energy used in the explosion, and manipulated it at advanced level that he didn't think was possible. He looked toward the few thousand people, spotting Peter in the crowd with ease.

"Damn... I'm good." Michael said before he collapsed to the ground. News Helicopters had been capturing footage of the anomaly. They had no idea what had been going on, except that there was an explosion followed by the mass gathering of people who appeared from it.

Peter looked around he was free, and it was none other then Michael who'd saved them, he was turning out to be quite useful, he wondered if he had miss judged him, he was starting to think he had, The people were all free and Michael was out, he focused locating Sierra, she was still with Knox, and they were going against a bunch of Chinese, Mishi's army was still tearing apart other cities. "Ah damn it, I'm on live television just great. He raced over to Michael, and stopped time shaking him. "MICHAEL MICHAEL! Get up!"

Michael was ready to drift into sleep until he was shaken and yelled at. It was none other than Peter telling him to get up. "Peter... I'm exhausted as fuck. What's the hurry?" Michael said before taking a breath as if he was preparing to go to sleep.

Peter looked down at Michael, he was tired, and a conversation with a cranky man would get him nowhere, he restored Michael's energy. "I stopped time, the news is here, they just saw you use your abilities on live television, and made tons of people appear! The Cameramen are zooming in on me, and everyone else, what the hell do we do?"

Michael raises himself up after the jolt of energy give him. He's still in pain, but he can stand up. His face shows seriousness as he looks up at the news helicopters. He wasn't too fond of the spotlight, but what could he do about it. He was getting good press lately. "You got Molly Walker's ability right? Take us to Amahon Nakan. You need to supercharge him." Michael informed slowly placing his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Let's go."

Peter nodded, Molly's power was useful, he was glad Noah had told him about it, and gave him tips on how to use it. "Amahon Nakan" He said pausing he was in a Pinehearst room guarded by Chinese Soldiers, he also was wounded from a guns hot. "Found him, he's been shot, Chinese are monitoring him." Peter teleported them into the room, where most of the Chinese opened fire, but he used Deflection, and the Chinese were killed from their own bullet wounds, one charged him gathering fire in his hand. Peter grabbed the man, absorbed his ability, and tossed him into a wall. He made his way over to Amahon who looked at up them. "Peter..Petrellli...Michael...the hell is going on.."

Michael watched Peter deal with the Chinese soldiers, not wanting to really fight anymore. "Good shit Petrelli." Michael complimented before his eyes met Amahon's. "We don't have time to explain. Petrelli is gonna supercharge you. Use your ability to make the Chinese leave the country. Then take their abilities away from them. You do that, and you're a hero. I'll see you two later. I got stuff to handle." Michael said before walking toward the closest window and transmuting it into oxygen and jumping through it. Michael changed himself into light and left Pinehearst in a flash. Michael appears on the Wall of China, staring down at the countryside. He was no longer composed of light, and was just holding a large sphere of light in his palm. He seemed to carelessly let it leave his hand before it began to form into a person.

"Finally..." Mishi complained as she was released. Michael just shrugged at the woman.

"My bad... You're free though. Just stay low like the boss said. Everything is dealt with." Michael informed. Mishi nodded before grinning.

"I'll see you when things get big again then?"

"Just stay low till then... Can you do me a quick favor? I need the number to the phone you gave to Amber." Michael asked as he pulled out his cellphone to get the number down.

"What? You looking for more sex?" Mishi asked jokingly. "813-***-****." Mishi said before turning her back to him.

"You're real funny. Thanks though.." Michael said before becoming light and disappearing. Michael ended up on the roof of a building where he could clearly see Raquel running. H winced as he thought of approaching her. He had became what he promised he wouldn't, just to move his plans forward. It was hard to think about what he had become, only feeling comfort when he remembered why he was doing everything. Electricity formed in his palm, before he shot it into the sky. "Watch her..." Michael whispered. I'll change... I'll do it for her... First I have to figure out how to fight back with what's messing with my head. Mishi played her cards right with Amber... I think I'll use that to my advantage though. Michael took out his phone and called the phone that was given to Amber. He only hoped she would pick up.

Meanwhile, Amahon looked up, as blood dripped from his wound, and Peter leaned down towards the wounded special, so now they were face to face. He reached out to teach Amahon, first a yellow light seen as Amahon's wound closed up, and he regained the lost blood, then a red light his power surged. "Alright your charged." Amahon stood up, filled with power, within a second he gave the downed Chinese Soldiers Regeneration, then gave them the ability to turn into stone, and forced them to become statues. "Holy. I don't need physical contact." Peter was a bit impressed himself. "look the Chinese they have abilities from your power stop them!' Amahon nodded, raising his hands, they briefly glowed green, and all the Chinese gaining their powers from Mishi, instantly lost them.

Peter thought of something. "Wait..damn it there still armed, and they've caused so much destruction, we need to get rid of them. Can you give them all teleportation, then depower them?" Amahon shrugged.

"I can control the people whom I give powers to, I can tell them to use their powers..but I'm running out of juice.." As he said this Floyd, and Lisa burst into the room, tired, Peter read their surface thoughts.

"Calm down guys, the Chinese are done for now. Me, and my friend here got rid of their powers." Peter suddenly felt another ability enter his presence due to Lisa. "Wait..Amahon I can take care of the Chinese. Give them all teleportation." Amahon did so, and then Peter using his control of abilities teleported them all into outer space. "Take the powers!" Amahon using the last of his boost stripped the Chinese of their powers, leaving them to die in space. Peter gasped...unlike Amahon he hadn't supercharged himself. "Holy shit..that...was incredible..Lisa..your ability is.." Her eyes widened

"How did you.." Peter grinned.

"I can read minds amongst other things, I'm Peter Petrelli." He looked at Floyd." I think we've met, Call me Peter." He held out his hand, and Floyd shook it.

"We did meet, you saved my life man, thanks."

2010: Orlando, Florida

Raquel's gut was filled with butterflies. Nervousness, no. Hunger, maybe. Something had hit her while she was running along with the other citizens in town. Florida. Why didn't that hit her any sooner? Miami was the city that reminded her of home. Sadly, there was no way to get to Miami. Besides, it is probably in shambles like Orlando. Raquel continued on down the sidewalk.

2010: Pinehearst (Chu, did you forget that the police is still investigating the twins' murder in Florida? LOL)

The traveling ability that the man had was so fascinating to the brother. Yet alone, he also had special abilities like him and his sister. The chaos, however, was not what he had hoped to witness. Everyone scattering like it was an extreme natural disaster.

On the way to Pinehearst, the sister held onto her brother with all of her might. Her eyes were still blinded in darkness, yet hiding from her curse. The loud sounds of short and fast pace panicking, also panicked her.

"What's going on?", she screamed out to her brother.

"Nothing.", he responded, "Nothing at all. Just hold onto me." He didn't want to lie to his sister, but she had already seen enough disastrous and bloody moments for now.

The building they entered didn't look as ruined as the outside; the elevator especially. It ran smoothly as if it was brand new. Once, they stopped, and the door opened, other figures were standing there; all with unique appearances.

"Alright stay calm, were going to meet up with the other members of my group, there people like you with abilities, they can help us find Rene, do not worry about the Soldiers you saw outside."

"Soldiers?", the brother asked the man with a worried look on his face, "What are they here for?"

The sound of the word "soldiers" made the sister's grip to her brother's arm tighten. She assumed that the soldiers may have been there for them.

2010: Orlando,Florida
Peter looked down at his cell phone, as he had received a text message from his brother. He realized he needed to meet up with Sierra, she was probably worried sick about him the moment. I might as well read Nathan's text first. He touched the screen, and opened up the detailed message Nathan had wrote, Peter just scoffed. "He always was a stickler for details." He put the phone up, and then sent out a Telepathic message to Sierra. Listen Sierra, the Invasion is done, Michael helped me out, the Chinese have been dealt with, but there's something I have to do, just get to the Carnies, tell them to get to California I'll explain more soon. I love you With that he turned into Nathan with Shape Shifting, and telepoerted away, only moments later he'd gathered the media pulling off a stunt similar to the one Matt had pulled when Nathan wanted to expose Specials.

"Hello Ladies, and Gentlemen, my name is Nathan Petrelli, former Senator, and Congressman of New York, I've come to you to inform about the current situation regarding the Chinese, and there sudden disappearance, you see the Chinese have been putting together an army of their own Specials, and focused on key locations, you see two Specials have been working together to build an army to combat the Chinese, thanks to a man known as Matt Parkman, they knew about the invasion a few horus earlier, and gathered the students, and any other speciasl, and with Michael Henderson, and Peter Petrelli in charge of the operation we managed to bring the Chinese down." "Nathan" continued his speech, answering questions, until about an hour later." And my solution is the United States forms there own unit of Specials, and works on mending the relationship between Specials, and Normals, anyway I will be going to meet with the head operatives of Building 26, these are the two responsible for the safety of our country, and several Japanese Cities." With that He focused teleporting Michael there, and created a clone of himself.

He took off into the air heading to the Building 26 building, while the clone of Peter began speaking to the crowd about how he was setting up a center for Specials in Los Angeles, California.
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Kathy had to agree with Jaice, back when Arthur was there, they had the plan to use the Formula to give everyone abilities, but the Formula had just caused massive chaos, and war, and suddenly the Chinese all vanished, as she escaped thanks to Jaice's ability. "Holy..I..I..don't know, but maybe we should get Alice, she risked her life to help us, and she's mentally fragile, if we upset her, she might come after us, and the last thing we need is to be enemies with the forces of nature, and Pinehearst, I say we grab her, and check into some Motel back in Jersey, I had a mansion back then..back..when me, and Jared ran our operation...I can go pick up the money Jared stashed, I know the combination to his Storage Unit.
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Kurt had made his way to the Hangout but it was empty, he sighed a bit frustrated, and now all of the chinese Soldiers had vanished, had Lisa done that? Did she gain control of her abilities..so fast!? That..that was incredible! She was really powerful, he wanted to gain that level of power. Suddenly his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out. "Hello Mom..what's...Mom WHAT??!" He hung up, and sent Ron a text message.

Listen my Mother's in danger, I have to go.
I'm going back to the school, i figiht Michael, he doesn't have Nick, find him without me, I'll ask Matt
I have to get help to help her, I can't let anything happen to her.

With that Kurt transformed into Dr. Manhattan, teleporting to the school, he grimaced as he saw the destruction done in the area, and he focused, locating Matt with his new sense of time, and made his way into the room. "Matt, we need to speak" Matt turned to him gun raised, he fired, but the shots went through the blue being. "Kurt?" He nodded. "Yes it is me, I need your help." Matt nodded lowering his gun. "What's the problem? " I need to find my mother, she's in danger."

Brenden's Room

Magix looked at Brenden. He blinked a few times and tilted his head a bit. “Do you know your eye’s glow as you ready your ability? Whatever it may be.” He sighed for a moment and straightened out his head. “We aren’t here to start any trouble with you, I assure you that. As far as how I know you have an ability, well that’s simple, it’s one of mine. My basic ability is shadow manipulation, however it does branch a bit. I can move through them, but sometimes I don’t hit the mark I wanted. That’s how we all got here. Now will you satisfy my curiosity and tell me your ability?”

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5AY, Near Travis' Son

The clone noted everything that was going on and relayed it between the real Magix and himself. All the clones' thoughts were linked with Magix and vice-versa. It made it easy to relay commands. The clone Clasped most of his fingers together except his index and middle finger, placing them in front of his mouth as if he were thinking. After Travis said to come back in about a half an hour the clone just grinned. "Travis wait. I have a better idea."

He let his hands separate and fall as two more clones appeared behind him, and another three behind the unlucky duo. "You see Travis this camp has been so gracious in inviting us to stay, and then laying the beat down on both you and your son. I think it's time that, we return the favor. So why don't you two boys go start looking for Rene yourselves. Let me help you get started."

None on the clones moved an inch, they were simply there to block the escape routes. The Shadows covered the ground underneath the duo. Magix knew Tyrone's ability, and knew that an attack wouldn't work. Not a direct one anyway. The shadows raised around the two and in an instant they were gone. It wasn't an attack so Tyrone's ability couldn't kick in, it was a teleportation. Right to the above ground about 10 miles from where they were. If they survived, they wouldn't be back soon. They could also die to the poisonous atmosphere. Either way it was time that things started to go right. Camp 11 had to be taught that they couldn't just do what they wanted. Samedi may have had impenetrable skin, but no one was invincible.

Azrael's Dimension

Chris thought he had had everything slightly under control, until he somehow appeared somewhere else. He was no longer in the halls of the Corinthian Hotel, but e was now what appeared to be, a bustling city. Chris whipped his head around in different directions, trying to comprehend what was going on. His eyes trailed from building to building, from face to face, until his eyes widened in shock. His eyes had met with the face of a woman that he had thought to be dead. The one woman would be able to get him the answers he needed. Something boiled deep with in Chris as e looked at the woman. He didn't hate her, but he knew she was his only obstacle to getting his information.

"Mrs. Petrelli!" Chris yelled as a silver aura surrounded his body. People around his body were pushed violently away from him. "Tell me where I can find Emile Danko." Chris demanded.

In the Spotlight

Michael had been making his call, until he suddenly appeared before countless people. He stared into cameras and microphones with a clueless look at first. He looked like a deer in headlights as he held his phone to his ear. He hit "End" on his phone before forcing a smile. People were screaming at him for answers to their endless supply of questions, and he just glared at Peter's clone. Everything is suppose to go this way... Michael took the time to tell people how everything had gone on, and answered questions that were yelled out from time to time. This was just the beginning.

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.'

2010: Mind scape

Angela's was suprised that another person was with Nathan. Who was he and why had Azrael brought him to this place? Suddenly he activated an ability, a silver aura that shoved all the faceless people away from him. Angela's eyes widened in suprise as she realized who it was " Christopher Evans? " she remembered him from his time in the company. A simple bag and tag, they'd kept him for awhile. His ability was hard to determine exactly. Why was he here and what did he want with Emile Danko " Christopher, now is hardly the time for that. If youve noticed our curren- " she stopped mid sentence as the ground started shaking violently. Angela suppressed a scream as the city began folding itself. The ground rising up upward. She could see the other half of New York coming towards them. She lunged and grabbed a parking meter and was soon dangling from it. They were in Azraels world and whatever he thought came true. Darkness overcame her vision, fading back into light. New York was gone, replaced by a tropical island scene.

2010: Parking lot

Nate hugged his daughter tightly. The sight and sound of her crying broke his heart " Come on Nicky. Nobody blames you for anything, it's not your fault and your no a bad person! " In that moment, he cursed his family. Fucking stigma that had to hurt his little girl. He remembered Jessica and how she said she could possibly get rid of it. Was that really possible. Biological manipulation was an ability that alluded the Oskin bloodline. Samantha Oskin being the only one on record. Before her untimely death at the hands of Raymond Oskin. He just wanted his little girl to be happy and not have to be like the rest of them, hands drenched in blood and madness. He patted her back gently. Greg, having unknowling transformed into a toy robot, climbed on Nates back and crawled onto his shoulder to meet Nicole " Nicole, remember what was said. Your different from the rest of us, special. Your stigma is unlike the rest. It bears a distinc personality to it. While you were asleep, you know doubt met it, correct? " Nate and Rose starred at there father in confusion. They had never heard of this before. They'd accepted the stigma as a mere affliction to there minds. What more could be to it.

" I myself don't know that much of it. Only that there are three stigma's that are above the others. Heaven, Earth, and Hell. I believe Nicole ha one of them. Thoough which, I cannot say "

The group was silent for a moment. Nate breathed " Whatever the case, lets get the bloody fuck out of here. Nicky, can you release whatshisfaces powers so we can hit vegas? "

2010: Petrelli mansion

" I'll take you " Hannibal offered standing up. Drake and Lucifer would want to rest for awhile and Thomas would want to spend time with his father. He went to the keys rack and picked one out " Ready when you are "

2015: Camp 83

Nate Oskin grumbled as he walked around the camp, looking for his daughter. No doubt with that Brendedn again. He smiled wryly. Despite her protest that he was just a friend, Nate had been around the corner way to many times to believe it was just friendship. He had no real issue with it. If you wanna do it, then do it. Of course he'd told his daughter many atime that if she got knocked up, she was raising it herself. He already had enough babies to raise at the moment. A majority of the goddamn camp! He rubbed his forehead and trudged on.

Camp 34

Gabriel continued to watch Peter and Jessica's exchange, but his mind kept wandering. Finaly he split his thought process. One watching the trailer and his surroundings, while another was dwelling on Jessica's other son. Emmets twin brother. How would he find him, how did he know he was even alive? There was a way to find out, but he was unsure about it. He sighed and focused, calling out to Nate Oskin.

" Nate. It's Gabriel Gray of camp 34 "

Nate paused in midstep.It had been awhile since he and Gabe had talked. He rolled his eyes at the formal greeting " Dude, I know it's you. Drop the formality and get to the point " his thoughts conveyed humor and Gabriel grinned.

" I hope im not interupting anything. Things are...happening at the moment " Nate leaned against the side of a trailer.

" Like what? "

Gabriel gave him a quick explanation of what had happened and been discovered the past twenty-four hours. Nate whisled

" Shit man, you should change your camps profession from medical care to fucking drama. So you need to find your Wifeys brother then. I know what your about to ask,alright then, need to check up on her anyway "

" Thank you " Gabriel said, very appreciative. Nate just shrugged and reversed his direction. He'd find Nicole later. He walked till he was at the center of the camp. Right next to the command center was a large and simple looking trailer. Two guards stood at the door to it. The immeadiately jumped to attention as Nate approached.

" At ease men, one going inside " The both took out key cards and slided them through the special lock. Nate pressed his palm against it, The scanner varifying it was him. The door slid open and Nate walked inside, the door closing behind him. The room was warm. The lights in it very dim. It was empty save for a mass amount of equipment. He walked further inside. He hadnt been here in about a week. He usually checked it three times a week. Not that anything ever changed of course, but still. It was necessary to keep her somewhat grounded. He stopped in front of a bed. The person lying down was horribly burned, it was almost impossible to make out any futures. It was a woman, she had tubes and things sticking out of her body. Her face was covered by a mask. Nate moved closer and took a seat in the chair he'd had placed for himself " Been awhile eh Angela? "

camp 55

Godric was standing a litte ways away from the group, his mind else where. He narrowed his eyes as a blue haired man exited Hiro's trailer and passed by. His cryptic words going through him. Someone was looking for him... Could it be those he was to seek out? He couldnt fathom it being anyone else. Very few were aware of his existence, outside the camp. Who was that blue haired man?

Mind Scape

Chris was ready to cast away Angela's worries until he felt the ground beneath him rumble. Chris fell past Angela as the ground raised, but he managed to grab the bolted legs of a city mailbox. His eyes were wide with fear, unable to comprehend what was going on. Chris yelled as his grip loosened, but before he could fall, he found himself lying on the ground, holding the root of a large tree. Chris quickly raised himself to his feet, struck with confusion.

"Who keeps teleporting us?" Chris asked as he looked around at his surroundings. He had traveled all over the world, and could easily tell that he was in a tropical rain forest.

School

Molly had been sitting in a chair in the room, when Swiss pointed at her. She was a little startled by his assertiveness, but she knew her ability was of importance. She was about ready to concentrate, until she looked at Swiss with a bewildered expression.

"Um... I have to at least know his last name." Molly explained

5 A.Y. Camp 55: Command Center

Chris let out a breath of relief when a man entered the hall from Hiro's private quarters. He didn't recognize the man on camp, but nodded at him as he passed. Chris had turned around when the fellow spoke to Godric. Chris didn't get what was going on and began entering Hiro's private quarters. Chris remained in front of the others and looked at his commander.

"This is my team. I know its small, but I really like quality over quantity. No offense Jacob." Chris said this without turning away from Hiro, even when he had joked about Jacob's ability. A small smile appeared on his face though.

2010: Underground
Knox just watched the two Carnies, wondering what he'd end up liking better this or Pinehearst. Meh, Pinehearst is gone, so I gotta like this better, or go back to being on the streets. Samuel listened, Lydia had already revealed to him some of Peter's future, but as for moving to California, he thought about this. We were going to head to Florida, but California is probably better, there's some open land there and an easy place to set up the Carnival. He nodded." Alright then Sierra, most of the wounds have been patched up, but there a few people with some serious injuries, but only about three or four. Knox remained quite having nothing to say, and followed Samuel who led them to the Carnival's under-ground bunker, he stopped." Alright then I just need to open it up."

2010: The Apartment
Krek stood in the apartment room, with a gun in hand, and several guns on the floor, as well as explosives, a laptop was often to the FBI database, and some weight equipment was also on the carpett, he was currently barefoot, and he was reloading his gun, tossing some smashed bullets into the nearby trash can, he sighed, the latino reached forward to grab a cup laying on his table, and he gulped down some Water, cold and refreshing, he placed the bottle down, and took a seat on his couch, torn and dirty, probably bug infested, He didn't care, he lay down, against the ragidy couch. He closed his eyes, and drifted falling asleep, moments later he awokened, and grabbed his gun. "It's time to continue my mission" He said making his way out of his apartment, stashing some guns in a bag, arriving next to an old Impala, he made his way into the vehicle setting the bag down, and putting the key in, he drove off.

After about fifteen minutes he arrived outside a fairly modern home, he was now wearing a bullet proof vest under his "casual clothing" and he was wearing a utility belt some grenades, and knives stashed in the belt, he took out the gun he was carrying earlier, a sniper, he rolled down his window, and leaned down pressing his eye against the gun, looking forward he spotted a man within the house, stacking some papers together, Krek pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew forward, tearing into the man's head, going straight through his brain, and hitting a wall, crumping, Krek lowered the gun, and smiled. He slipped back into his vehicle, and drove away, as sirens were heard, he didn't want to wait around for the police.

2010: Florida
Voice continued his calm outward appearance, these twins would be helpful, he'd go after Rene himself, but he could not risk his death, and Michael was preoccupied at the moment. I suppose these two are my keys at getting the negator. "Now then with your status with the police this may be heard, but you must rescue Rene from captivity." He said as they arrived int he Hang-out which was merely Michael's suite, he pulled out a GPS. "Take this to the building, there you'll find Rene, he's in Cell 312 Floor 34 be careful, you guys are the only hope at finally freeing him." He surrounded himself in aura." I need to go, anything else you need? There's some weapons here." He typed in a command code, and a metallic door slid open, revealing a large stash of fire arms, explosives, and he tossed them a card." this is a Pinehearst card filled with cash, and you can use it to get vehicle's from the Garage. I'd hurry."
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Kathy was glad Jaice would go get them go after Alice, she wondered what happened to Knox, if he was dead, he'd died saving them, unlike Michael, who never even came to investigate their disappearances, at least to her knowledge. Alice nodded." i..alright then, were leaving this shitty group." Kathy nodded. "Basically, as for a car, I keep a spare, let's get to level ground tho." Alice nodded." I'll take over." Using her power, she summoned some winds getting them to the ground. Kathy took out a car from her pocket, it was a bit damaged, but in alright condition, she set it to the ground, and brought it to it's normal size. "I'll drive." She said getting in the front seat, it had GPS, she'd taken it from the Pinehearst garage, once Jaice and Alice got in, she turned on the GPS setting it to New Jersey, and she slammed her foot into the gas pedal driving off from the destroyed Florida.

2010: Petrelli Mansion
Meredith listened to the stories being told, it sounded like Drake, and them had quite the adventure with these Jacob, and Prankster characters, although these guys weren't liked. She sipped her tea some more, she was almost done now, and she was fine with whatever pizza they ordered, she personally just wanted something to eat. I just need some food. She wished Claire was around, the word healer had reminded her of her own biological daughter, who she hadn't seen since the Pinehearst incident. She took out her car keys, "I'll drive you if you want." She turned to the others. "I'll have any flavor of pizza, let me just take Bridgette down to the doctor's, I can even pick up the pizza if you don't want to order it." She said as she headed toward the door."
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After the Job offer was accepted by Maya, Martha made a call down to Evan who was simply relaxing in a Strip club, he told him about how the recruitment was successful, but he'd already known. Within the next thirty to fourty minutes they'd made there way to an air-port, and boarded their plane, taking their seats, as Martha was putting on her seat-belt as the Pilot spoke. "Don't worry Maya, the flight will be short, when we get to Terracorp, you can rest, get food, whatever you need, you can relax for now." She said, as she sunk into her seat, a job well done, and she hadn't had to use her abilities, it was a sign from Nature. Soon your earth shall be restored.

2010: Mind Scape
Nathan was glad to have found his mother, but it seemed Azrael was not a mere teleporter, his power was far more powerful, he'd trapped them in another dimension, possibly one of his own creation. "Well you want find him here, I'll tell you that" he said in Chris's response to wanting Emile Danko's location, but he briefly hovered, before his feet touched the ground. It seems our abilities work here, or is it because Azrael is allowing them to work? As New York began to change landscape, he began trying to fly, but he was also enveloped in darkness calling out to his mother, as light returned to his eyes, and the violent shaking stopped he was standing on level ground on a tropical island. He looked around, he was glad to be standing still." Mom, what the hell is this guy's power, some kind of world creation or something?

2010: The School (Everywhere, there gone. :D )
Matt nodded to Swiss, Molly had the ability to find Travis, but suddenly the overload of Chinese Thoughts was gone, he could hear thoughts from Tabitha, Lyle, but still Travis of course he could not hear. "Molly his last name is Friedman, Travis Friedman here's an image." Using his power he showed her a mental image of Travis. He turned his attention back to Kurt, who reverted to his normal form, not wanting to waste energy looking cool, he'd learned his lesson about Flashy tricks, but this left his mind open to Matt." You took on Pinehearst, and the Chinese by yourself?!?" He said as he gathered art supplies together, Kurt nodded. "I..I'm sorry, I..Nick was." Matt sighed." Nick is I couldn't find him, I did paint a being made of energy flying through the sky." He pulled out a picture of Nick converted into raw energy, flying uncontrollably. Suddenly a beam of energy broke down part of the wall, as Tenshi burst in pissed off, and bringing along some minor injuries.

"You may have defeated my men, but you have not silenced me, and i shall complete my mission at all costs, I shall not dishonor my family, my mother." He drew from the Quantum Field, swelling up with energy, as Matt reached for his gun shooting, but the bullets were drained of their kinetic energy, and with a wave of his hand, the bullets were directed towards Matt, but suddenly were turned to dust. Tenshi formed a sphere made of energy, as a man suddenly appeared, and was stabbed by the sphere. The Man turned out to be Prankster who had a smile on his face."Hi Tenshi nice to meet you, you like drawing on the Quantum field, don't you? Tenshi noticed this man was not bleeding. The Blade dissipated, and Prankster continued speaking." Have you ever tried an Elemental Shift with the Quantum Field, you did, remember how painful it was, remember the results, I'm going to let you replicate them, but ten times worse, if you ever come back to this school I'll make it 50x worse bai now." He grabbed Tenshi's forehead, and he screamed out as he was sent into the "Core" of the Quantum Field.

Prankster snapped his finger, and grinned. "The School's being repaired." Matt, and Kurt just stared at him in awe. Kurt spoke out. "THAT WAS SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prankster looked at him. "I know, Being awesome is what I do. Listen you need to get to your mother, I don't have time to explain who I am but get going, bring help, what your going against, you cannot defeat with your abilities alone, trust me. We'll meet again soon Kurt, " With that he made a pile of Plane Tickets appear for Delta Airlines, a cell phone, and bag with some supplies in it, before Kurt could question him he disappeared, he picked up one of the tickets, Look's like I'm headed home. He sent a Text to Ron. Bad News came up, my mom is in danger, I need your help to save her. He put his phone up again, his new cell phone, which had Ron's number, and many others.
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Lyle nodded to Travis, his father hadn't told him that much, except that he was like Matt Parkman, and a water manipulator in one package. "He just told me you were like some Parkman dude, he didn't take the time to explain your powers he was really trying to find Claire." He said as he kept his gun clenched tightly. I hope so, wait..you can read my mind, might as well say everything outloud then, I'm so glad I'm not doing any illegal stuff, or i'd be busted. He nodded to Travis, he wasn't one to engage in combat, he wanted to avoid it, however the strangest thing happened the Chinese Vanished, and moments later the school was repaired. He looked around." Travis...what the hell just happened?!

2010: Parking Lot
Nick leaned against the car, it seemed Nicole or whatever her name was had some sort of disorder, every fiber of his being told him to lunge at her, and finish the little Demon off before she took down more people, but her father's ability appeared to be capable of bringing him down. I Just need powers..back then I can make my escape...to the school, I hope..they have healers. Kurt, and Ron are probably worried I can meet the three amigo's again, maybe see what's happening with Professor Mohinder.

2010: Banker Household
Tyrone stood firm, Michael was very powerful, one of the few people who could kill him, going against him could result in his death, but he couldn't, and wouldn't hide forever, he pulled a gun out of his pocket he'd win.

"He didn't..know..I'm scared to fight someone who can kill me, in prison none of them bitches could touch me, i was the king, but against him, I'm like everybody else." He sighed, "but I can't keep running away, I'm going to stop him Keisha, I'm going to force him to help us find Chris, I won't let him bully anyone." He said as he went to the front door. "I'm going to the car, you coming?

2010: Tony's House
Dean stood outside, holding his gun to his chest his planned had failed, that was an under-statement the soldiers were being overpowered, but the blood manipulator, he looked down at a bottle of water in his shirt pocket. He pulled it out. "I'll be able to use this against Tony." He said as he moved in, with a weapon, as the blood tendrils tore apart the last of his soldiers, the bottle in one hand, the gun in the other, determination in his eyes." Your a sick bastard, that's why my men were sent after you, they were all good people, you slaughtered them, all of you are like this, violent, bloodthirsty, power hungry, then you wonder why we hunt you! THIS is the reason!" He said tossing his gun to the ground, the water bottle briefly flashed green, in moments Tony would be in immense pain due to the presence of the water bottle.

5. A.Y Camp 11: Medical Unit
Tyrone stood his ground looking down at Future Travis, with Bakasta, and his men near. Tyrone's gun was held, however he heard what was said, he was about to say something, but saw Bakasta glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. "Injection you say?" Does he have some sort of illness...I wonder, well it dosen't matter..we have few if no healers in this camp, and i don't want Samedi sending me across the planet to find another one. "An hour, alright then, I'll be back in that amount of time, let's go Tyrone." However Tyrone was not teleported the men beside him however were sent to their deaths, and the clone was instead teleported to the surface, Tyrone growled." man dat biitch be hatin on me, what I do i mean he just don't like me cuz what i iz!" Bakasta groaned." shut the hell up, now then listen we'll be back in an hour we simply need Rene's location is all, this is a mission important to Samedi meaning he might actually leave the camp, you think everyone here wants to serve Samedi, you don't know the truth about his military. "He said.."They don't know. He took in a deep breath. "You all probably wouldn't care anyway, but I'll be back in an hour, Tyrone don't say anything, or you die." He turned, and the group began walking away, the soldiers following.

5 A.Y Camp 47
Nick was getting upset, and some radiation was gathering in his hands, as David, Ron, and even Kurt the master of Fiction tried to convince him not to go after Bridgette, believing she was dead. However he calmed himself down, Ron was right he couldn't leave Danny alone, what if he manifested an ability. I..have to help my camp, I know it's my job. He gave in. "Your right..I'll end my search for now, so are we going to go after The Queen Zombie bitch?" Matt came in." Yea, I think so I found her she's in an underground area but she has two new soldiers." With that he showed them a painting he made of Kathy with Jaice, and Ferlina. Kurt let out a silent cuss." damn it, if she has them, any camp that gets attacked except a few like with this level of power are screwed. " Ron nodded." well I don't care how damn powerful she is, were going to kill her!" Kurt nodded. "Let's move, we don't know her exact location but.."Nick stopped him." Wait, there's one more person we should get." He said flaring up with energy." He's got an ability none of us do, I'll be back in a few minutes get ready to move." He burst off into the sky moving at the speed of sound, in seconds he made his way to the park where Jose was sitting on a bench, and he approached him." Yo Jose, this is Commander Vinel speaking, I need your help for a mission."

5 A.Y. Camp 55: Command Center
Hiro looked at the time Chris put together, it was a good group, and perfect to retrieve the oil. He wondered how long the mission would take place, if the camp was attacked by Ferlina's crew, he wanted his strongest men here to battle. Jacob did not even respond to Chris. He simply looked to Hiro. "I'll do my best Commander Nakamura, tell my mother I'll be back." Hiro sighed. "Alright then Chris you guys can head out, "He teleported them to the Garage Area, and then decided to teleport away himself in order to get to the past. He had arrived in Tokyo which was totaled. Hmm I don't remember this the past is already changing. He held out his sword, and stopped time, walking through the streets of Tokyo, it looked like it had been attacked, the Japanese were still here, but there attackers were not. "I have no time for this, I must complete my mission." He focused, and teleported to the school finding Present Hiro." Future me?" Future Hiro nodded." Yes, I have a mission for you to do, a mission that you need to complete in order to save Ando's life." Hiro frowned." Ando's...dead already." Future Hiro clenched his sword. Damn it, someone came to the past, probably Petrelli. He sighed." Regardless this person can help, Lisa Flounders, I'll be back I'll gather information in the future, but you must save Ando, also make sure to keep a close eye on Kimiko, and Charlie" He focused and teleported away, returning to his Command Center, he'd just changed the past, he wondered how the changes would affect this timeline. "Now then I must get Nick Vinel." Focusing he teleported away yet again.

2010: New York, Florida, and California

Peter looked down at the crowds of people, instantly wondering if this was a huge mistake. He wondered if he could use Parkman's ability to just cause everyone to forget his announcement, but what if it was already on YouTube. How could he erase such a message? He'd changed his life forever and he couldn’t return to being a Paramedic. He sighed as he left Michal standing with the crowd and he flew into the sky, entering the clouds. He was using his favorite ability. "Flying, again, after all this time. Well, I know whose help I need," His eyes briefly went blank, until he teleported away, reappearing in the ruins of New York where he spotted a stolen vehicle, and grinned. ‘There's Claude, the same as always.’ He thought to himself, as he made his way over to his former mentor, ever invisible. "Hey Claude, remember me?”

Claude raised an eyebrow as a very familiar, if not somewhat exasperating voice, called out to him, "Oi, Peter Petrelli. Doing a lot more then trying now, aren't you?" He joked, before his face fell, "New York is gone. They bloody blew up my pigeons."

Peter was just glad to be with his mentor; the one man that had helped him learn to control his abilities in the first place. Without him New York would have been a smoldering pile of ashes, and Homeland Security would be after all of them, stripping them of their rights. "Yea, I've got my powers under control, and I'm trying to save the world like last time." He nodded, New York was still destroyed. "Really? Maybe they were away when the Tsunami hit. I could get them back; I've picked up a lot of new tricks since we last met."

Claude shrugged, "Like I told you before, I let them out, they come back. It’s free will, Pete. If they're out there, they're probably happy. Now, you said you have your powers under control, and I've been under a few rocks since we parted ways, so why don't you fill me in on what exactly is going on? Just as long as I don't have to teach some sniveling blighter how to tell his head from his ass when it comes to his abilities."

Peter nodded. He didn't really want to go bird hunting, hell; he didn't even know how he'd exactly track down Claude's pigeons. He'd have probably grabbed some random ones, and said they were from the Deveux Building. "Well, the Situation for Specials wasn't looking too good, so I sort of exposed my abilities to the entire world, and I'm going to help every special. You know about pretty much every power so… I was wondering if you be like a mentor to the students, and if you could teach me about my powers."

Claude gave Peter a hard look for a moment, "You're actually serious?" He asked, dumbfounded, "And here I thought the leash was off, mate, but I see it's tighter than ever. Speaking of which, your mum tagged me with one of her little body guards and kidnapped me. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, eh Pete?" He asked, before taking a swig from the bottle of alcohol in his hands. It seemed like every time he managed to finally disappear, someone managed to track him down with some need to teach such and such little blighter their abilities. The Company, Peter in New York, Elle in London, and then Angela bleeding Petrelli sends some girl to round him up. It had been easy enough to get away from them, though. They didn’t even seem to care or notice he’d vanished.

Peter nodded, aloof as ever. "Why wouldn't I be serious?" He asked. He was never one to make stuff up, though he had no idea Claude had even been taken hostage. Back then, he'd joined the Company, and was on a mission with Drake. "I didn't do anything, Claude. I mean, aside from find you just now. Like I was saying I need your help to mentor others, but first I was wondering if you could help teach me about my own powers, so you know, I don't blow any thing up. Actually, I miss my home-town, hold on." His hands suddenly flared with red sparks, and moments later New York was recreated, the damage reversed. He then began breathing heavily. "I gotta work on my stamina...right?" He said with a grin, as the people killed in the Tsunami were all brought back, dazed and confused at their revival.

Claude nodded, a little impressed, though this kind of thing was nothing new, "Here, have a drink." He said, reaching into the back of the (stolen) car and pulled out a beer, "So you want me to come with you to your, what, a school? And teach a bunch of little rug rats about how to keep from blowing themselves up." He asked again, raising an eyebrow, “And when the Company comes breaking down my door and hitting me with a couple o’ thousand of volts from tasers, what then? Personally, Pete, I’d rather keep being the invisible man. Cause I seem to get into quite a bit of trouble when I go out of my way to help people.” He turned as he finished talking, not exactly liking where this conversation was going. He was invisible, as usual, and began walking off, pushing his way through the dazed crowd and confusing the citizens even more.

Peter began to get his composure together. He wondered how the world would react to what he had just done. Of course, he hadn't done it for publicity, but publicity was exactly what he was going to get. He took the beer, and chugged some of it down; he needed a good drink, because his life would never be the same after the announcement, and the feat he had just pulled off today.

"Well, pretty much. Look, I'm trying to give us a good public image, get us some rights, help our kind out.” Peter shrugged. "I can handle the Company, but I won't need to, they've been shut down for months." He started following Claude, taking another sip of the beer. "What kind of trouble could you get in with me as your employer, Claude?"

Claude stopped in his tracks, "The Company's been shut down?" This was news to him, and good news at that, "Maybe I'll go visit Bennet." At this, he laughed, though his face became serious soon enough,” As for trouble, you said you just revealed yourself to the public, right? If that doesn't get you some bad light from the big men in D.C., I dunno what will." He spotted a hot dog stand sitting on the corner of the street, and though a normal person could probably come by and swipe a dog anyway, he remained invisible and grabbed a few. He was starving.

Peter knew Claude would be happy about the Company's fall, because that meant he didn't have to live in fear, but he did say Angela sent some bodyguards after him, though Peter didn't know why. When Claude made his crack about visiting old “friends”, he smirked. "Visiting Bennet? Heh, I might visit him too, I haven't seen him in a while. Believe it or not, he actually softened it up, and The Haitian has a name. He’s one of my best friends now." He said.

‘A lot’s happened in three years. The craziest three years of my life.’ He thought, as he watched Claude snag some hot dogs. He was, personally, glad he had the ability to become invisible, or else everywhere he went the Media would follow. "Well I probably won't be a superstar, but I did just save New York. That's gotta get me some good rep." He said snatching some hot dogs as well. He bit into a one, and relished the taste; he hadn't eaten since his "Explosive" date with Sierra. ‘Damn, I need to get in contact with her.’

"You’re the Invisible Man; you can be my main employee, and the world would never know. If things get bad, I can put you on the other side of the planet, and you can make sure you’re never seen again. Come on, Claude, a chance to help people. People like us."

Claude stopped to think for a moment. With the Company gone, he could come out of hiding and help specials. It was what he had wanted since he'd spoke with Bennett on the bridge, hell, long before that. He sighed. If this offer was coming from anyone else, he probably would have punched them in the nose and been gone before they could say "Bloody hell" but Peter was one of the few people he might consider a friend.

He turned back to Peter and gave a reluctant sigh, "Secret employee. Alright? And if things go to shit, I expect to be on a beach in Maui with a martini." He said, before eyeing a hair on Peter's shirt, and then a slight stain on his face. He laughed a bit, "So, I never did find out how that Simone and Isaac thing went down. Who did she pick, in the end, and who's this brunette hair belong to, mate?"

Peter was glad he managed to get through to Claude. He was finishing up his hot dogs they'd swiped from the vendor, though Peter wished he'd thought to leave some money, but they'd already walked a block past the vendor. Besides, he was sure that with all these Tourists, the vendor would get enough money back, "Yeah, Secret Employee, I promise. I can take you there right now if you want, as a vacation for your job."

As Claude mentioned Simone, he looked down. He still remembered what happened vividly, but it had been over three years and he'd gotten over it. Both of them had been out of his lives for a long time, "No one. Isaac shot her, and then Sylar killed him.” He didn't really want to be speaking about Sylar. He'd removed his hunger and had set him on the course to become the man he saw in the future. Or at least he hoped so. He examined the strand of hair and smiled, “Oh, that's Sierra's, the love of my life,” He said as he lifted the strand up between his middle finger, and his thumb.

Claude hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure if he'd hit a nerve about Simone, or if he'd hit a nerve about Isaac, or hell, both of them, but he figured it was best to shut up. Instead, he said, "Well, I hope you and she are very happy together. As for that vacation, you're just starting your school and you want to send your best professor off on vacation? Doesn't sound like good sense to me." He said with a smile, finishing off his beer and winging the bottle down the street, which was relatively empty, "Oi, is this a “school” school, or is this like some impromptu type of thing like I did with you? You know, beating the shit out of students and throwing them off buildings and all that?"

Peter was glad Claude dropped the subject. Although he moved on, he had loved Simone long ago, but his hatred for Sylar still burned strong, even with his hunger removed. He wished he could strip him of his powers and torture him for hours on end for all the pain and suffering he'd caused him. Peter sighed. The thought of Sierra cleared his mind of any thoughts about his hatred of Sylar, "We are Claude. I guess you’re right, you can go on vacation later." He said, as he continued walking down the street. "Neither, really. Just don't throw people off buildings in case they can’t fly, or heal."

Claude gave Peter a reproachful look, "Aw, but I thought you enjoyed my teaching lessons, Peter. 'Specially this part!" He yelled as he whacked Peter in the face, backing up and laughing a bit, "Alright, no seriously, I'm not going to throw anyone off any buildings. You have my word, for what it's worth. Lemme ask you something though, you don't have any animators or other Empath's, do you? Maybe some Mass Manipulators?"

Peter grinned, the teaching lessons where something he literally begged Claude for, and he'd even stalked him across half of New York, until the invisible man gave in to his demands, "Well, I mean-”

*Bam*

He was knocked backed unexpectedly by the punch, pushing some of the people aside. At this point he noticed Homeland Security was coming to take control of the situation. He nodded, "Don't worry, I can do more than ‘paint pretty pictures’ now, so I can save anyone you chuck off the roof, but I'd rather you didn't.” He shrugged. "I haven't met any other Empaths, there's an animator named Kurt, and I met a Mass Manipulator named Kathy before, but she's not with us currently. But anyway I want you to meet Sierra, and some of my other friends." He said, homing in on their location and teleported both of them to the under-ground tunnel. He spotted Sierra and Knox following Samuel back toward the other Carnies. He rushed over to Sierra and gave her a hug, lifting her off her feet, "Sierra! Are you okay!”

Claude’s eye twitched ever so slightly as an animator was mentioned. By the GODS he hated animators. And then suddenly they were in a cave, or something, and Peter was rushing off. Typical.

Sierra was overjoyed to see Peter, immediately wrapping her arms around him as he hugged her and planted a kiss on him, "Peter! You had me so worried! I should be asking you if you're alright!" She said, practically crying with joy. She found herself regretting ever doubting Sam. He knew what he was talking about after all.

Claude was watching the reunion with relatively blank eyes, invisible to everyone except Peter, 'This your new bed mate, eh? Bit of a fountain, don't you think?’

Peter was glad to be holding Sierra again; not fighting some Chinese invasion, dealing with pissed off radioactive men, or something. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking clearly, but I did pick up some new abilities, including Mishi's, so if we ever run into her again, I'll be ready. But none of that matters right now." Peter turned to Claude. "Sierra, there's someone I want you to meet; Samuel, you too. His name is Claude Rains, the invisible man, and he knows everything there is to know about powers. He trained me."

Claude felt a little put on the spot for a moment. Momentarily, he remained invisible, before finally fading into view, "Yeah, Claude isn't my real name, but it's as good as anything." He muttered, scanning the people for their reaction as he appeared.

Sierra's face didn't change much as Claude appeared. In all honesty, she was just glad to have Peter back, "Well a friend of yours is a friend of mine, I suppose." Her brain registered thought that Peter said that he had originally trained him, "He was your mentor? Do you think he could train me on those new abilities? I mean, they're sorta under control, for now, but I'd like to use them better. I don't want what happened with...Michael...to happen again." She said Michael's name with a little distaste.

"Look, love, my teaching lessons aren't exactly what you'd call nice. Hell, I once threw Peter off a building so he'd fly. 'Course, he was going to blow up sometime soon, so you know, it works."

Peter grinned; he wondered if Claude would ever let him forget that incident. "Sierra, it's a long story, involving time travel, prophetic paintings, and radioactive men, trust me. I could make a TV series about what happened,” He didn't want to see Sierra roughed up, but you had to go through pain to master your abilities. "Like he said, you get hurt. I didn't even fly when he threw me; I learned to heal."

Samuel nodded. "Claude, you could be a big help at the Carnival."

Claude shrugged at Samuel. He never liked carnivals much, "I told him to fly, and instead he goes and gets himself impaled on our taxi cab. I stole that fair and square you know. You busted the bloody roof in.” He said with mock irritation, and Sierra’s eyes went wide.

“He threw you off a roof and didn’t know if you could regenerate or not?!” She asked, wondering if Claude was crazy.

Claude shrugged again, “Like I said, love, either he learned control or he died and I became the biggest unseen hero of New York city. Either way, my job was done.”

Sierra shook her head, “That’s horrible.” She said, lowly. Maybe training with this guy was a bad idea.

Peter just smiled, although back then this was no laughing matter. He wondered if he was making a bad impression on Sierra; after all, initial impressions were lasting. "Yea, he was the master thief back then, probably still is.” He heard Sierra's thoughts, and responded mentally. ‘Don't worry he's not as bad as he seems, he's much worse, but he really does help you gain control.’

Samuel meanwhile had opened up the door, and led Knox inside. "Guys, do you want to meet the others? Actually, Peter, could you bring us to our destination." Peter nodded and focused, teleporting everyone in the Under-ground bunker along with supplies to a rural area in California that was mostly empty. Peter looked around; this would be their new home.

Samuel took a long look around. "So we've moved again," He turned to face the carnies with a smile." But as I've said many times, home is wherever the family is together." He went to speak to the other carnies, and help set up tents, as Peter turned his attention back to Claude and Sierra. "Alright then, where were we?"

Claude looked after Samuel as he walked off, calling after him, "Bring out the beers and let's celebrate this bastard, eh?"

Sierra shook her head, and thought, 'Ugh, he seems just like a drunk...Just like my father...I think I'd rather train with you, Peter.' Aloud, she said, "Well, then, Mr. Rains, maybe you should help Samuel get ready. I'd like to talk to Peter for a moment in private."

Claude raised an eyebrow, "Oi, I get it, you want to get all intimate, maybe throw in a shag before training, go for it, I won't keep you." He said, walking off and around a corner.

Sierra turned to Peter again, "I'm really glad you're okay. So...where did you pick THAT piece of work up?" She asked, motioning to the direction Claude had walked off and leaned into Peter's arms again, "He really threw you off a roof?"

Claude leaned back around the corner, "I did, actually."

Sierra blushed deeply and chucked a rock at Claude's head, "Get out of here!"

Claude only laughed, "Oi, oi, touchy. Jeez, love, no need for violence."

Peter didn't know what to say; his girlfriend, a former serial killer, was arguing with his teacher who was a misanthrope who chucked his students off roofs. It was an interesting meeting, and while they didn't seem to be hitting it off, they weren't cutting at each other's throats either. Peter shrugged, responding to Sierra mentally. ‘He's a bit on the drunk side, but a lot of stuff happened to him, but you can train with me. I’m just saying he's the guy that trained me.’ He nodded. "Yeah, but it's okay, I jumped off a nearby roof on my own earlier, learning how to fly is hard.” Peter leaned in to kiss Sierra, wrapping his arms around her waist. "So now that all that stuff is passed, why don't we get back to us?"

Sierra giggled a little, but her laughter turned to a frown as she heard the footsteps of a certain invisible man. She swung and caught Claude on the nose, directly, and caused him to withdraw and bring the two ice cold beers to his nose, "Ow! Was bringing you some drinks and you bleeding wallop me in the nose! Jesus, what's wrong with you!? Fantastic, is it bleeding?" he asked, rubbing a hand under his nose and bringing it away, with no blood in sight, "Jesus, at least Simone didn't punch me in the face when we spied on her."

Sierra rolled her eyes, "She probably couldn't hear you with her sensitive Biokinetic hearing." She said with heavy sarcasm.

"Alright, alright, I get the picture. Jeez. Here are your bloody drinks anyway." He muttered, handing them to Peter before skulking off again.

She sighed, "Great, now I'm going to have to triple lock my doors at night and check for him with my thermal vision." She said, half joking, half serious.

Peter wasn't even paying attention when Claude stumbled in. He didn't think hitting people was a good idea, and he knew Claude. He always walked around invisible. Peter took the drinks in his hand, wondering if Sierra would even want one, she just stated she hated drunks, and he just put them on the ground. "Heh, don't worry, he's not perverted. He hates everyone, except pigeons. Like I was saying back to us, I brought New York back, and I was wondering about where to live. I could always come here in a flash if I stayed in New York, but then...If I moved to California I'd be closer to you, and the Carnies."

Sierra sighed and sat down, "I dunno. I want to be wherever you are, Peter, I don't care where." She was actually kind of tired after the long day of going up and down and around, and then getting "eaten" and slogging through spit and blood, only to end up back where she started. She took a look at the beer for a moment, playing the scenarios out in her head. With a shrug, she picked it up and smelled it, cringing back from the memories that it brought up. She'd never had much of a drink before, but she had heard that it was supposed to be okay every so often. The people who abused alcohol were the ones you had to watch out for. She put it back down and glanced up at Peter, patting the ground beside her, "I just wish everything would slow down. It seems like as soon as things are getting calm, all hell breaks lose again, you know? And then you go off to save the day, and I worry. This sounds stupid, I know, but I can't help it..."

Peter was glad; he was still leaning towards California because he didn't want Sierra to have to make a choice between her family and him. He just sat down beside her and nodded. He didn't know what to tell her, but he wondered if she knew about him telling the entire world about specials. "Don't worry, Sierra, I want to save the world, but I can put you above the world." He said, and meant it. "Heh, that's how my life's been ever since the day my powers manifested, and I woke up floating. I'll do my best to stay more grounded. I’ll move here, but I’ll need to say some good-byes to some people back in my home-town."

Sierra nodded. She felt like she was making him choose between his new life and his old one. She sighed, "Well, let's have one drink before you set off, hmm?" She said with a smile and took a sip of her beer. It was disgusting, but it was supposed to be a drink for joyous times, so she simply turned off her taste buds and kept drinking. It definitely wasn't a drink of choice, that was for sure, but she didn't bother saying anything. Maybe she'd just have to try something other than some cheap beer from the gas station from down the street. She took another swig and looked at Peter again, "It's nice here, isn't it? Just us...no explosions, no Chinese invasion, no world in danger...I like the calm. The peace..."

Peter was going to try to avoid reading Sierra's thoughts, but then he wanted to know how to make her happy. He nodded, as he cracked open the beer and sipped it. He enjoyed alcohol, but he wasn't addicted to it. "Alright then," He said, though the beer wasn't exactly the good quality he was use too. "Alright, then, one last thing Sierra; this quality of alcohol ain't that good, why don't we try this?" He said, making two Margarita's appear. He nodded in response to her question. "Yea, everything being so calm is something I don't really experience a lot." He said, taking in some fresh air, just sitting here, drinking, and a good memory amongst all the chaos and destruction that was enveloping their world.

Sierra laughed a little as the beer turned into a margarita. She sipped this, and found that it was better than the beer. She downed the margarita in a few gulps, feeling the first effects of the alcohol. It hit her like a freight train. She immediately started to giggle. She felt really good. And she felt relaxed too; really relaxed. She leaned against Peter and said, "Heh, how about you conjure us up another round, hmm?" She said, her words slurred a little.

Peter smiled she seemed to like this brand a lot more, ALOT more. ‘Heh, I've never seen her so relaxed.’ He thought as he sipped his own margarita, the contents going down his throat. It felt refreshing. He was surprised, because she seemed to get drunk really fast. "Heh, no problem, babe." He said causing two more margaritas to appear. He gulped down half of his, laugh because only moments ago, Sierra was talking bout how she hated drunks, if Claude was here he'd be calling her a hypocrite. "I'm guessing you like this kind better?"

Sierra drank down her margarita almost as soon as Peter had made it. She smiled up at him and put a hand on his chest and rubbed, "I feel really, really good. How about you?" She said, pushing Peter back and laughing a little, laying on top of him, "I think I know why my parents used to drink all the time." As she finished talking, she pressed her lips over Peter’s, kissing him deeply before pulling away and giggling.

Peter let the effects of the alcohol seep in, deactivating Rapid Cell Regeneration and made a sound of pleasure as she lay on top of him. Apparently, he needed to bring in margaritas more often. He picked up the glass, drank it all, and tossed it aside, "I think I'm feeling great." He said, as she kissed him. When she pulled back, he leaned up and gave her another kiss.

Sierra laughed as he kissed her. She sat up and smiled coyly, “My muscles are sooooo stiff. What I wouldn’t give for a nice massage.” She said, pretending to try and stretch, a look of disappointment flashing across her face as the desired effects of the stretch seemed to fall short.

Peter had a permanent grin stuck to his face now, ‘Damn, just two margaritas. I need to give Sam a case of these instead of that nasty shit from the gas station.’ "Heh, lemme see what I can do." He said reaching out, and rubbing against her back, starting from her shoulder and… making his way down. "How's that feel?"

Sierra smiled as Peter began the massage, "Oh, wow. And you were a nurse for the elderly? God, I bet they would have killed for this." She said, half jokingly, half serious. He began to work his way down, into her back, and she let out a moan of pleasure, "Damn, that feels really good. If Jacob would have massaged like this instead of with his fists, maybe our little incident could have gone a lot nicer."

Peter nodded, loving the compliment. Maybe that's why they always wanted him working. Peter was turned on as she began moaning, his hands getting lower, but he backed off as she mentioned Jacob. Something was wrong...She would never casually use or even mention that name. "Sierra...how drunk are you?"

"How what?" She asked, irritated that the massage had stopped, but stopping to consider his question. How drunk was she? She blushed deeply, coming back to herself a little, "Oh god...I...I don't know...I've never had alcohol before." She said, standing up, looking ashamed, "I'm so sorry, Peter. I put you, and myself, in a really awkward place. Our whole...everything...for nothing..." She mumbled, looking down at the ground, "But...thank you...for not taking advantage of a stupid girl."

Peter was surprised. Biokinesis was an interesting power indeed. If she was aware of being in a drunken state, she could get out of it. It seemed the drunken fun was over, so he reactivated Regeneration. "It's okay, Sierra." He said, a bit disappointed he didn't get to finish the massage. He lifted her face up. "I don't like taking advantage of people, but if you want I can still finish that massage."

Sierra shook her head, "Maybe another time...I need to...to regain myself. To cleanse my body of this alcohol. Oh god, I almost made a mistake that could have broken everything we've worked for. Everything I've gained...with you..." She said, trying to clean her body of the alcohol a little without forcibly pushing it out, "I need to go to my trailer for a few minutes. Why don't you go to New York and do what you need to do, and then we can do this when we're both clear headed."

Peter nodded. He wouldn't be pushy, because he had stuff to do in New York, and Sierra did say ‘Another time.’ "Don't think too much about it, Sierra, I'll be back in a few hours and I'll even bring back a present." He gave her one more hug before whispering, "I love you” as he teleported away, heading back to the restored Big Apple.

Sierra hesitated. ‘I love you,’ three simple words that apart meant nothing, but together, meant everything. They were words she had longed to hear all her life. She stood there, in a daze, for a moment, “I….love you…too…” She whispered, though he was already gone, a few tears coming to her eyes as she realized how powerful the words that came from her lips were. She thought back to his hands on her body, and realized that she was not afraid of him. She hoped that the words he said were true, because she could feel her paper heart unfolding again, its tattered form torn and creased with scars of the past. If this relationship crumbled….so would her heart. With this new information ringing strongly in her brain, she went back to her trailer to get rid of the alcohol.

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2010: The School

As the Chinese disappeared and the whole deal with Tenshi and The Prankster went down, Swiss scowled, "Prankster. You son of a bitch. Parading around like some kind of hero when you were the one who manipulated us through time." He growled under his breath, setting off in search of Travis. The weapons he had created disappeared, as did the armor and everything else. Cindy was quickly on his tail as he left the room in search of his friend.

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2010: Petrelli Mansion

Bridgette shrugged, "I don't care who brings me t-t-to the clinic, just let's go already." She said, going outside. The warm sun felt good on her skin, but the cruel wind that picked up (which was almost nothing but a breeze) blew at her and caused her to shiver. She got into the car on the passenger side, and waited for whoever to get into the drivers seat. She honestly didn't care who drove, as long as they got there in one piece.

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2010: The Matthew's Household

Clyde rushed Dean, despite the agony the weird glowing water bottle was giving him, "What about them!? Were they bloodthirsty monsters? A father, his wife and eight year old child?! I retaliated to an attack on my home, who the FUCK are you calling blood thirsty?!" He yelled in Dean's face, motioning to the dead bodies on the ground, "I was stable! For ONCE in TWELVE years, I WAS STABLE! YOU took that from ME! You took EVERYTHING from me!" He screamed, before finally sliding Dean across the counter top and out the kitchen window, quickly bolting out the other door and jumping into one of the military vehicles and gunning the gas, trying to get as far away from that damnable water bottle as possible, though the armored vehicle helped in and of itself. Jason took over as he did, Tony's image appearing in the passenger seat along with a fourth personality.

"It's all my fault! If I hadn't gone back to them, if I had just stayed away, they would still be alive!" The personality cried, sobbing heavily into his hands.

Clyde growled from the back seat, "Get over yourself you fucking baby, Jesus."

Tony looked around him as Jason drove. He felt surprisingly soulless. The personality that was sobbing seemed to have drained all the sadness he should have been feeling. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he needed to be soulless. He needed vengeance.

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2010: Florida

Jaice sat back against the seat and closed his eyes. His head was pounding now, and a little bit of blood began to drip out of his ear, but he didn't even notice, "Do we have anything for pain? Aspirin? Ibuprofen? Anything?" He asked, his voice sounding tired and simply worn out, "If not, I'm going to try and catch some sleep. My head is killing me."

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2010: Japan

David stepped off the plane, looking around. He'd never been outside the country before, though he knew quite a few people who had been to Japan. This place looked like a mess. He turned to Danko and said, "So, what exactly are we looking for here? Looks like a damn hurricane hit here." He said, though he was secretly thinking, 'Godzilla!'


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2010: The Parking Lot

Nate's remark of releasing someone's powers caused Nicole to look around, noticing Nick and having the memories come back to her, "Oh. You're the guy who made the crater in the parking lot. Uh...I don't think releasing his powers would be a good idea. He looked like he was going to explode before I knocked out his powers. So uh... Since I beat him up, I'd sorta feel responsible if he blew up the city." She turned to Nick, "Is there anyone we can talk to to fix you up and help you with your powers? I'm deeply sorry for anything I might have done in my...out of mind state." She was trying to keep from crying again as she looked at the young man. He was bleeding and looked pretty beat up in general, and if she recalled right, he was almost perfectly fine before her little black out. She couldn't believe she had been capable of doing this. She needed to find Jessica. Fast. She didn't want to do this to anyone else ever again.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 83

Nicole saw her father disappear into the mysterious Angela Petrelli trailer and jogged over to it, the two soldiers moving in front of her, "Sorry, Miss Oskin, but your father's orders." Nicole rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, putting on a bit of a pouty face as she leaned up against the trailer, "Never let me do anything." She muttered, kicking the trailer slightly. She constantly gave her crap about her and Brenden being more than friends, and then he restricted her from going into the super secret trailer. She knew Angela Petrelli was in there, she just hadn't seen her. She contemplated going in on the shift change every so often, but she never got the guts up to go through with it. Maybe she was afraid of what she would hide. Nonetheless, it didn't stop her irritation with her father at restricting her access.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 11

Cindy raised an eyebrow as everyone in the trailer seemed to ignore the door. She got up and peered out, seeing Aiden. She poked her head out, very aware of the confrontations between Magix and Aiden, "Jay isn't around, Aiden, I haven't seen him since we switched camps. He might be back at the house, or hanging out with Travis. I think Travis is in the medical tent area."

2010: The Apartment
Krek stood in the apartment room, with a gun in hand, and several guns on the floor, as well as explosives, a laptop was often to the FBI database, and some weight equipment was also on the carpett, he was currently barefoot, and he was reloading his gun, tossing some smashed bullets into the nearby trash can, he sighed, the latino reached forward to grab a cup laying on his table, and he gulped down some Water, cold and refreshing, he placed the bottle down, and took a seat on his couch, torn and dirty, probably bug infested, He didn't care, he lay down, against the ragidy couch. He closed his eyes, and drifted falling asleep, moments later he awokened, and grabbed his gun. "It's time to continue my mission" He said making his way out of his apartment, stashing some guns in a bag, arriving next to an old Impala, he made his way into the vehicle setting the bag down, and putting the key in, he drove off.

After about fifteen minutes he arrived outside a fairly modern home, he was now wearing a bullet proof vest under his "casual clothing" and he was wearing a utility belt some grenades, and knives stashed in the belt, he took out the gun he was carrying earlier, a sniper, he rolled down his window, and leaned down pressing his eye against the gun, looking forward he spotted a man within the house, stacking some papers together, Krek pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew forward, tearing into the man's head, going straight through his brain, and hitting a wall, crumping, Krek lowered the gun, and smiled. He slipped back into his vehicle, and drove away, as sirens were heard, he didn't want to wait around for the police.

Instead of heading back to his apartment, he headed out to a local Burger King, decieding to go to the parking lot, getting past some people in the drive away, he tossed the bag into the back seat. "Time for some nuggets, every hero needs there meal." He reached into his pocket pulling out a stash of one hundred dollar bills, and he kept his face blank. I can't believe I've started life like this, doing whatever it takes for money doing whatever it takes to survive financially to get what I need to survive. He stopped his war with his guilty conscience, and emerged from the rusted vehicle, walking through the drive way vehicle's, he headed inside, walking across the cold floor, and slipping past the bathroom heading to the line, there were three people ahead of him, he could wait, he just wondered where his mission would take him next.

2010: New York City
Peter looked around, it appeared the Military was quarintening the city to investigate there mysterious revival, even the damage near the water was gone. He wondered how long this would last, and wondered if he should reveal what he'd done, however he'd be even more persecuted by Agents if that had happened. Well then time for me to move on. He turned into Noah Bennet, and he teleported away reappearing inside the hospital. He quickly began walking around. Emma, and Hesam..I need to find those two. I'll go with Emma first He said, it seemed the military hadn't infiltrated the Hospital yet which was perfect, he wondered if CDC would come down, he shrugged, and began moving heading to the area with the piano where Emma often was.
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Floyd, and Lisa appeared in the restored city, looking around shocked, and confused about their situation, what the hell was going on. Floyd was confused had they been sent back in time, Lisa turned to Floyd. "Flooyd, what's going on?" Floyd pulled out his cell phone, opening it up, for one there was a signal, and he looked at the date. Were still in present time..then..so then, was NYC repaired, or..what kind of damn power does that Petrelli guy have!?

2010: Petrelli Mansion
Meredith nodded, no need to keep her waiting, she made her way into the front seat, and put her seat-belt on, she hated being sick, although she hadn't had a cold in years. "I'll get you to the clinic fast, I've always hated having a cold." She began driving down to the local clinic.

2010: The Matthew's Household
Dean was surprised, while some Specials had resisted the pain his ability had generated, no one had enough strength to simply charge him head on, and have the breath to unleash a flurry of cusses at him. What he didn't expect was to be knocked across the counter and out of the window, glass scratching out his skin, blood coming from his wounds as he slammed into the concrete side-walk. "D.damn it!" He yelled out, he reached for his phone, blood leaking mainly from his arms, he called out to Tristan." Tristan..damn the special Anthony, he's got some sort of blood manipulation, took down me, and my whole..damn squad. I need a medic..everyone else is dead..I.."The phone dropped from hsi hand hitting the ground, and he finally passed out laying there on the side-walk, his mission failed, his team dead.

2010: Florida and Eckerd
Alice turned to Jaice, wanting to ask how the hell they'd have some medicine in some back up vehicle Kathy kept around to resize, but she didn't want ot piss off the man who'd saved his life, with Pinehearst down, she had no goals. Kathy shrugged. "I'm sorry I never kept anything much in this vehicle, except a few gnus, some maps, and the GPS, we can stop by an Eckerd, but not here. "She said as she continued driving, about an hour or so later, she'd parked inside, and left Alice, taking some money out of the glove compartment she went in to purchase what Jaice had asked for earlier.

2010: Japan
Danko looked around the place was worse then what he expected, the Chinese were gone, they'd all mysteriously vanished, he wondered what the hell had happened. "Heh, that's simple, Hiro Nakamrua, or rather his sister, she can lead us to Hiro, and his buddy Ando, I have an idea to bring down Jonathan, and sadly it will require the help of those Terrorists." He said. "His sister being a CEO was evacuated to Hiroshima, with some contacts I've gathered her current location, the hotel the Natsubi. Were going to go in, get here, and get out, we need to quick, and effective, we don't need to spark an American Japanese war." He said as the group made their way towards an armed vehicle.

5 A.Y.
Camp 11
Aiden nodded as Cindy responded to him. "Alright then, I guess I'll head down to the medical area, I just need to pick up a supply from Jay, I got something i need to do." He said walking away not wanting a response. Imma get you back Kathy, I don't care how many undead motherfuckers imma have to pop. HE said walking away.

2010: Florida
Raquel continued her retreat from the super-powered soldiers, and Pinehearst, never wanted to look back. Panicking people ran into her as they passed, bumping her to every direction. This wanted to activate her rage, but she couldn't. Not in front of all of this mayhem, so she held all of the anger she could, gripping her bag tighter to make the stress travel from her brain to her fingers.

Darry had made his way out of Pinehearst, getting into the vehicle he'd came in, the Government Agents, the Chinese were gone, he just wanted to get out of Florida, get away from this hectic life, get back to his simple life, except he'd lost everyone he cared about, he thought about going to visit his family, but they were the reason he changed his life in the first place. Great, I'm back to square once. Moments later he was driving he spotted Raquel, he'd seen that woman leaving Pinehearst, if he wanted to get revenge on Michael he'd have to have a lead, he drove up to her, honking his horn." HEY YOU!" HE yelled out to her."You work for Pinehearst?" He asked.

Raquel turned at the sound of the car horn. She looked to see someone giving her eye contact. She didn't know who this man was. He could be anyone. Ironically, the sound of Pinehearst from the man's mouth had caused nearby pedestrians to evade themselves from her. Her cover had been blown. "Why?", she asked the man.

Darry wanted to know what her reply was, if she would lie, he'd have to get hostile, right now he didn't care what was going to happen next, TAP was gone, Amber was gone, hell his mercadies benz was even gone. He watched as people began rushing away, what was going on? Well it seems I'm not the only one who hates Henderson, he must have been a big dick in high school. "I'm looking for a man named Michael Henderson, I want to make sure he never hurts anyone else."

Raquel's look of suspicion turned to confusion in an instant. Did he just say, Michael?, she thought to herself. Raquel would never believe that, but then again, she had barely seen him. As much as she tried to deny it, the man's statement was believable. "What do you mean?", she asked him.

Darry wondered what was going on, this girl had definently left Pinehearst, but maybe she was like him, she was just captured, maybe she was given an ability by them, so she might have hated Michael as much he did, or she was a double agent, sent to get information about the invasion. Hell If I know, shit just dosen't make sense anymore. "Michael is an evil man, he's a murderer, trust me, he captured me, and other innocent people, another person helped us, and I'm trying to bring him down, I saw you leaving Pinehearst,I assumed you were of his victims."

Raquel was right about Michael letting his newfound "CEO" job get the best of him. After all of the many heroic instances that he performed, some of it wouldn't make sense for him to be portrayed as "evil". "No, I wasn't captured.", she responded to the man's last statement. Captured, she never was in Pinehearst. She may have been when she first arrived, but after that, Michael had always made her safe. "I.........resided there."

Darry listened to Raquel, he didn't know who's side she was on, but he hoped at the very least she wasn't best buddies with Michael, he'd just told her he was after him, if he knew ahead of time, he'd be toast literally, or maybe bread crumbs, he'd learned about what he was capable of. "You resided there" He raised his eyebrow, he wondered what that meant. "So you just lived there? Like paying rent I didn't..know bioforms let you do that." He said still cautious, he wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

"He had supported me ever since I came to this place. I don't know what to believe anymore from him." This sudden twist of words coming from Raquel's mouth came from the many emotions that she had. Confusion, and distrust were on the top of that list. All of a sudden, someone pushed Raquel so hard, that it had caused her to almost fall. She immediately grabbed the suited, and somewhat rude, man by the back of his collar, channeling her inner-ability, and caused the strength inside her to toss him to the brick wall. Nearby pedestrians looked with loud gasp, screaming even louder at the maniac; her. Raquel covered her mouth in shock about what she had just done. She had never acted like this before.

Darry listened, he wondered what type of support Michael had provided for her, but whatever it was, she'd chose to leave, so while she might have been the best ally ever, she probably wasn't a loyal dog to Michael. "I see." He said not really knowing how to respond. She seemed to have lost control, and tossed a man aside, and he could hear helicopters. Of all the places to loose control, a place where there was just a massive Attack." Yo Yo! GET in the CAR! NOW! We have to go" He said as the sound of blades grew louder."

Raquel viewed the sky, feeling nervous once more as the helicopters above had her as a dead aim target. Raquel quickly hurried into the man's car, placing her bag into the backseat. Even though she wanted to refuse at first, at this point, she had no choice.

Darry didn't know why he was going to help someone Michael helped then again, he probably treated her bad, which was why she left, he was conflicted, but all he knew was he needed some goal, someone to help him, and he couldn't bring down Michael by himself. He slammed into the gas break, and the vehicle sped off, helicopters shooting at the vehicle, as he began speeding up he needed to get out of Florida, and he knew this place better then anyone, having lived here for years." Alright then hold on tight, get your seat belt on, things are about to get nasty." He said as he swerved through an ally to escape the helicopters' lights, but in the process he'd almost slammed into a concrete wall.

Raquel looked at the mirror on her side of the door, hoping that no type of enforcement was catching up to the car. She just wanted to get out of plain sight from them.

Darry began driving with the current situation, they wouldn't be under too much pressure from Law Enforcement, and after about thirty minutes, and crossing a bridge, they were out of Orlando, making there way to Georgia, of course it would be about an eight hour drive. Guess I'm going back to meet bubba, and them, at least I'm bringing a pretty woman. "Hey, I'm going to head to Georgia, I have some family living up there, you can come with me, I'm guessing your not very popular back in the Sunshine state" He said he pulled out his ipod, hooking it up to the car, some music would help the situation.

Doubt instantly came out of Raquel. She didn't know him that well to travel with him. She didn't even know his first name, nor the letter that it began with. Nervous, she looked at the lock on the door; thankfully it was unlocked. Then she grabbed the edge of the door. She could feel the soft material on it's handle. If anything bad were to happen to her, the first thing she would do was jump out. "No...........I'm not.......from wherever you live.", she replied to the man with a serious expression.

Darry sighed, things weren't going like he intended, so now he was traveling with someone who'd ditched Michael, so this was his team to bring down Michael, it wasn't very good, but it wasn't bad either for a depressed man who'd lost everything in the past 24 hours. "Ah alright then, well I won't hurt you, the enemy of my enemy is my friend" He said as he continued to drive wondering where life would lead him. "By the way my name's Darry" He said looking forward.

2010: The Carnival

Sierra's face reflected in the calm water before the concentration of alcohol hit it, splashing up onto the sides of the toilet bowl. She coughed a few times before sitting back and letting her body gather the remains, siphoning it back to her stomach to be thrown up. The most effective way was slightly more painful. She remembered back on the Village 26 base with Edgar…the painful Detox she had put them through to regain control of their powers. She shuddered a little at the memory and stuck her head back over the toilet and vomited the rest of the alcohol out, one hand holding back her long hair, the other holding onto the toilet as if it were going to run away from underneath her hand. She looked a little pale, as if she was sick, but she sat back and pulled the hair away from her eyes, breathing heavily. Then and there, she promised to get over this fear she had. She had already gotten over her fear of the ocean. So too would she get over this residual fear she had of men.

Standing up, she splashed some water onto her face, and leaned into the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess. Her eyes turned to the shower. It had been quite some time since she could take a nice warm shower. Stripping down and turning on the water, she let it hit her skin, at first cringing from the cold (these trailer showers took some time to warm up after all) but finally, as it began to warm up, she let her muscles relax. She hadn’t lied before about her body being stiff and sore. After that, she cleaned herself up, rubbing off the blood, dirt, and saliva from her body. She could actually feel the grim coming off, as if it were a second skin. When she finally toweled off and looked at herself in the mirror, her skin had a much healthier tone to it. Combing her hair back and letting it fall around her shoulders instead of in her usual ponytail. She tried to smile at the woman in the mirror, and the beauty she usually hid with the ponytail. The smile wouldn’t come. She couldn’t smile. Her solemn face stared back at her. She couldn’t smile. It was like the face in the mirror wasn’t hers. She went to the closet and picked out a dress and high heels, a little bit of make-up here and there, and she looked completely different. But still she couldn’t muster up a smile from the mirror. In fact, she felt even less like smiling now. She sighed. What was it? Did making herself physically attractive force her back into that mindset of the young girl, lost and alone? Shedding her tough outer shell left her feeling vulnerable, even as Sierra as opposed to Jessica. Had she been “plain” for so long to avoid the looks from men? And even then she got her fair share of looks. She sighed again, putting her head in her hands. Why did she feel like this? Was it all part of her fear, or was there something more? She almost felt a sort of hatred toward the woman she saw in the mirror. Like this beautiful girl was there, mocking her.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts. She pulled out her cell phone and hesitated. Maybe this was a bad idea. She shook her head again, and punched out a text:

Never got to finish that date in Paris. Come to my trailer when you get back, and we can figure out how to make up for lost time.

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2010: Eckerd

Jaice grinned a little as Alice spoke, “I just meant on you, not necessarily in the car. My head…it’s killing me…” He moaned, letting his consciousness sort of fade out. He was barely lucid when Kathy made her stop. He’d never used his powers so much in so short a time span. His eyes were blood shot and his head was killing him. The blood steadily dripping from out of his ear had left a trail down the front of his shirt by now, his left side sticky with the crimson liquid, “Alice…I don’t….I don’t feel so hot…I think…I’m really messed up.”

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2010: Tony

The armored vehicle Tony had stolen was now crashed into the side of a building, it’s front end easily having gone through the wall and jolting Jason around like a toy in the dryer. Suffering from a sprained wrist and a cracked fibula, he shoved the door open and limped out, taking a few steps before ultimately sinking down against a wall. Dammit…What had happened back there? Obviously it was some special at work, but what kind of ability was that? He felt like his insides were being liquefied, every nerve burning with pain. If Clyde hadn’t been in control…who knew what would have happened. Probably, they would be dead by. He tried to coax up some of the blood he had stored in the vehicle, but it refused to move. He sighed a bit sat back up, running his hand along the wall for support while limping forward, leaving a blood trail that wasn’t his.

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2010: Japan

David nodded. Hiro…He only hoped that his friends sister was in a safe place, or else things could get bad. Really bad. With any luck, Danko would have to turn around and go home, or risk World War III, which seemed pretty stupid at this point. As they got into the car, he found himself wishing that Kimiko was in a safe place. It didn’t take long for a bag of Skittles to make its way from his pocket to his hands, the end torn open and a handful of the colorful candies popped into his mouth.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 34
Jessica’s Trailer

Peter was both curious and excited about Jessica's condition; this was a situation in his favor. She was weakened, and he was pumped and ready to whip out interrogation methods. He could be considered cruel, but the whole world was cruel, so he didn't care. "Jessica, shut the fuck up. Did I ask you for permission to interrogate you? Did I ask you for time? No, I fucking didn't; we’re going to do things my way, alright? And here's how everything gets started off." With that Jessica and the bed teleported away, reappearing in a city that was completely empty. Suddenly it was filled with tons of people, all looking like Emmet on the floor, dead, and Peter appeared with his hands covered in blood.

Jessica growled, pulling the pillow over her head, "Leave me the fuck alone. I don't give two shits how big and strong you think you are. I've been through hell and back and I'm not in any mood to play your stupid little games. You don’t have the balls to kill Emmet in real life, so you can stop pretending. You have far too few allies as it is, Petrelli, and fucking with Emmet’s mother is not a good way to make friends. So if you want to talk, come back in the morning and with a huge change of attitude. Okay?” She said, yawning a little and adjusting herself in the bed, however painfully.

Peter sighed; this wasn't getting him anywhere, but he had a better idea. Interrogation wouldn't work on her; all these images of Emmet's death, coupled with the truth that he couldn't kill Emmet in real life because he'd risk sparking a war between camps made his efforts useless. Not to mention that finding Tony would be even harder. "Alright then, Jessica." The scenery faded and they were back in her room. “Sleep" He commanded her, and moments later he leaned down and touched her forehead." I hope this works." With that, he teleported into Jessica's mind.

"Don't you tell me....-" She tried to say, but fell asleep. Moments later, she was standing in an open expanse of blackness, with Peter stood before her. She flexed her hands and didn't feel any pain. She smiled, "So now where are we? Your little play pen? Or mine?" She asked, and suddenly they were standing in a room full of decapitated bodies hanging from the ceiling on chains, like meat in a freezer. She pushed one of the bodies and watched it swing on a slow arc. She laughed, "Welcome to my world." She laughed as chains began to bite into Peter's arms and legs, stringing him up like some sort of pathetic ragdoll. The barbs in the chains ripped at his flesh and easily drew blood on the now powerless special.

Peter had thought the idea was good at first, because he could search Jessica's memories physically, regardless of what she thought. But now he was already experiencing the negative effects of going with such a hasty plan, and it seemed the tables were turned and he was at her mercy. "WAIT, JESSICA, WAIT" He screamed out as the chains bit into his skin, blood coming out as he bit his lips to hold back a yelp, "WAIT, PLEASE, I CAN HEAL YOU! I'm sorry for coming into your mind, but I'm just trying to find Tony! You don't understand, he killed my wife!"

Jessica laughed as Peter plead, "That almost makes up for him trying to kill me. You should know better than to threaten crippled people, Petrelli, because what goes around comes around. Especially if that crippled person is me. Next time I see you, you had better be a lot more courteous to me, especially while barging into MY home. ‘Did I ask you for time?’ Tell me to shut the fuck up," She mocked as the chains tightened and more slithered onto his body, biting deeply and superheating, lighting the man on fire, “Next time I might just cut out that sailor’s tongue of yours,” She grinned, before the chains ultimately faded away and the wounds on his body disappeared, dropping him to the ground, "So, what are you looking for? Information on the blue haired bastard? I hate him more than I hate you, so for now, I’ll bite."

Peter didn't want to beg for anything, but right now he had no choice. Jessica had complete control of the situation, but if he played his cards right, he'd get out and not try this technique on anyone but clones until he gained control. ‘Dammit, this is probably the worst situation I've ever gotten in.’ He fell to the ground, the pain was gone. "Y-yeah Tony, he killed my wife. I was just wondering if you'd met him recently. I was just trying to find the people I know he’d traveled with in the past."

Jessica raised an eyebrow as Peter mentioned meeting up with Tony, "I met up with Tony a long time ago, and he infected me with a virus that had a similar effect of my Bio-Bomb. And I couldn't stop it, because it was so hard to isolate in the body. After that, Emmet and I tracked him to the North Pole, but I think he wanted to be found. He said he needed help with a neurotoxin to use against the zombies. I blacked out after that. But when I woke up, he wasn't there anymore. I don't know where he is now." She said with a shrug.

Peter nodded, this explained Jessica's situation. So Tony had done this to her…He wondered how someone was capable of causing her so much damage, considering her ability. He nodded, and though Lie Detection hadn't gone off, he wasn’t entirely sure it would in her mind, "I see. Well, he showed up at my camp a few days ago, almost a week now, and murdered Alexia. I think he wanted me to go back and stop all of this from happening. It seems like he thinks he's some kind of hero, but...he mentioned a neurotoxin to use against the zombies?" He asked himself. ‘This could be very useful, finally a way to bring down Ferlina. I just wonder if this would cause the zombies to die, or come back to life. "I can't find him either. It has something to do with his power; did he talk about where he was going?”

Jessica shook her head, "Like I said, I was unconscious; you'd have to talk to Emmet about it. And trust me, you pull any of this mind shit with him, and you'll start a camp war. I won't tell anyone about this little fiasco of yours if you fix me up. Deal?"

Peter nodded. So that meant he'd have to go speak to Emmet if he wanted to learn more about what events took place. "Yeah, alright, advice taken," He said. He didn't want to risk a Camp war; that was the last thing they needed to happen. He nodded. "Alright then, deal. Just let me out of here."

Jessica frowned, "Uh....how exactly do I do that? Do I just like...concentrate real hard on it or something?" She asked, thinking about it for a moment, and Peter was freed from her mind, though she kept sleeping. No point in waking up for something that would no doubt be painful in some way, manner, or fashion.

Peter was about to give her lessons on Mindscape Transferal, but instead only shrugged, "Yeah I guess so, I've never really gone into other minds before. This was my first time. I mean with this specific power." He said. With Telepathy, it was a much more complex and straining process.

Now back in the “real world,” he leaned down and touched her lightly as a bright glow erupted from his hands," Damn...Linderman's ability doesn't work; her thoughts said that she would be fully recuperated in...Wait, that's it!" He leaned down and touched her again, only this time her body suddenly, and briefly, shook. He backed up, wiped some sweat of his face, and sighed. Selective use of that ability was always draining.


5 A.Y.
Camp 11
Medical Tent

Swiss looked over to Travis, and whispering, he said, ‘I have a plan, but you may not like it. Let’s get Magix to evacuate himself, all three of our wives, and the children to any of the other camps. You and I have to stay here. Samedi wants your ability, and if he wants your ability, he may soon come knocking on my door for my ability too. God only knows you can never have too many supplies. And I’m not going to let you stay here and have all the fun, like it or not. Claire and Magix don’t really have an ability useful to him. Magix is good enough to maybe be a teleporter for him, and he doesn’t seem to give two shits about his people, so healing probably isn’t a big necessity for him. Besides, Magix is going to blow something, especially with that stunt his clone just pulled. I’d rather know that our families were with people we can trust, one hundred percent. He has friends in Camps 83 and 34, tell him to pick one. As long as they get out and keep the others safe, I don’t care where they are.’

2010: New York City
About an hour later Peter had changed to look like some random man he pumped into Jared Latner, apparently Noah wasn't a very popular man with Homeland Security, but he'd spoken to Emma, and even Hesam. So Emma wants to stay here with her mother, and Hesam wants to come to Florida, because he's tired of his dull life, he might get killed, bu we all might. These thoughts filled his mind as he walked through the streets of New York, people were celebrating the revival of there friends, and family, but CDC still pestered the citizens wanting to quarantine, and pull off an investigation. "Well time to get that present I promised her" He said as he slipped into a pizza store, going to order a large pizza, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two Hundred Dollar bills sliding them across the counter.

The Man's eyes widened. "How many pizza's do you want!?" Peter grinned." I want two large Pizza's, One Cheese, one Pepperoni, keep the change" The man nodded. "Oh thank you very much" He said running off into the back to tell the order, as Peter took a seat at the counter while he was waiting, his work on New York was done, he'd just need to grab his stuff from his apartment before some people ransacked it, infact, he headed into the bathroom, into a stall, and vanished, gathering his stuff, he brought it back to a trailer with the Carnival, moments later he returned, still in his diguise as Jared, he made his way over to the Sink, and twisetd the nozzle allowing cold water to pour out, he held out his hands, letting the water run over him, it was relaxing after all the chaos that had enveloped his life in the past few weeks, hell the past Three years. He raised his hands, rubbing his face, cold water streaming down his face. After washing his face, he dried it with some paper towels, and went back outside, heading over to the counter he took his seat again, when his cell phone began vibrating in his pocket, he reached into his pocket, and pulled it out. Sierra He opened up the text, and began with a response.

Yea your right, I finished all my business in The Big Apple, I'm just getting that surprise I promised. And I'm sure we can find a way to make up that time. ;)

Peter clicked send, and closed his phone up, putting it in his pocket. "Hey Sir your Pizza's done" Peter nodded, walking over to the two boxes of pizza, he grabbed them, and then made his way outside into the crowds of New York, he teleported away. Upon arrival he dropped Jared's appearance, and took on his own. He then made his way into Sierra's cabin, placing the pizza boxes down, upon seeing her he smiled. "Hey Sierra, woah you look amazing!

2010: Eckerd
Alice just sat there, as Jaice complained about his head, she didn't know what to do, and she doubted she could help. Hurry up Kathy, I don't want to hear this bitch moan all night. However as she saw the blood spewing out Jaice's ear, she stepped out the car." Stay Put I'm going to get Kathy" I'm already back calm down, what's wrong" Kathy opened up the medicine, bringing out a pill. "Here Jaicy swallow" She almost dropped the pill as she saw blood coming from his ear, turning on the back-seat light she saw his blood-shot eyes." This is worse then I thought, Jaice I need to get you to a hospital now!

2010: Japan
Danko, and David made there way into a Limosine, where some other Agents were sitting, they seemed so out of place, as there was a nice carpet, a hot tub in the center, and a plasma screen TV all in the room filled with this heavily armored, and lodaed agents ready to capture Kimiko Nakamura, there was even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, and a Japanese man was sitting in the front seat, two Japanese men the second was in the passenger seat, rolling down the window, Danko handed him a brief-case, and the man smiled. "WE will make sure, no one ever know you where Mr. Danko" With that they began heading down the hotel Kimiko was staying it, Danko rested in his seat." See David, that's how you get an operation done" He said as the Japanese men raised the window.

5 A.Y.
Camp 34
Peter looked down at Jessica, he had no more business with her, she'd given him the information he needed Tony was on some warped mission to save the world, and he didn't care who got in his way. "This time-line really is messed up, as long as I can bring him down, then the world can burn for all I care" He thought to himself, as he made his way out of the cabin. Now I need to get to the next person on my Witness Interrogation Program. He teleported into the Gray's unit, and spotted Emmet making dinner, he walked up to him. "Hey Emmet, how are you doing man?

2010: Pinehearst

The brother had nodded to the man's helpful instructions. All of this just to find one man. Thankfully, the brother knew Rene's whereabouts, and it's likely that he will still be in that location when they get there. He wanted to hurry down to the garage, but his sister was still blinded by the curse. She didn't want to open her eyes at all, so her brother grabbed her wrist to lead the way towards the elevator.

Pressing the down button, it immediately made a loud "ting" sound before opening. After entering, along with his sister, the brother didn't know which floor to take, nor which button to press. He assumed that the garage was located in the basement, so he pressed the large B button. It immediately lit up, and the elevator closed.

"Hey", he said to his dark-sighted sister, "Look at me."

The sister was quite hesitant of opening her light brown eyes, but she knew that she couldn't see the curse in him. She still didn't know why though.

"It's gonna be alright. We'll find this man and he'll help get rid of this curse."

"Please.", she interrupted, "Please find him quickly. I can't see death once more."

"I know it's not your fault of all of this happening." He paused as he looked at the circled numbers above him. A light was going towards the number "5"., meaning that they were 5 floors above the basement. "Believe me. I don't like witnessing death as well, but eventually I had to learn to accept it, and adapt to it, more like a gift. What you have, however, is nothing to keep. Nothing to be born with. I know that you see the devil, don't you?"

"Yes, many times.", she responded.

The loud "ting" sounded once more and the elevator stopped, meaning that they were in the basement. The brother was amazed at how quick the elevator operated, especially with all of the mayhem outside of the building.

"Okay, are you ready?", the brother asked. The sister quickly nodded at his statement, immediately closing her eyes again.

"Follow my lead.", he commanded to her as soon as the doors opened slowly to the basement floor.

2009: Parking lot

Nate ran his hands through his hair in frustration. If the bastard was gonna fucking

explode then they certainly couldnt just give him access willy nilly. Fuck this becoming a

pain in the ass, and not the good kind either " Anyone have any suggestions? " Rose

pondering while Greg rubbed his tempo.

2009:Mind scape

Angela inspected there new tropical island scenery " The only thing I can think of is

mindscape transportation. Where a person can transport a set amount of people or objects

into there mind, there imagination. In effect they create an alternate reality within there

minds. Anyone caught at is held by there mercy or lack of " Angela didnt feel any real

malice from Azrael, but that could easily change. He wasnt really doing anything to

them...yet

5AY: Camp 34/83

Nate could hear his daughter grumbling outside, he smiled thinly " Trust me Nicky, this is

more for your safety then anything else. Angela's dreams don't seem to see a difference

between friend and foe. He settled himself down in his chair and unleashed his power over

himself, slipping into slumber. Gabriel did the same and soon the two were facing each

other in a void of dream. Nate nodded

" Sup Gabe, been awhile aint it? " he extended his hand out and Gabriel took it

" Indeed it has been. How have things been? "

Nate shrugged " Can't complain more then usual. Nicole might make grandpa out of me any day

now " the men shared a laugh before starting forward " How's the wife and little ones? "

" Were doing good. Cassandra is full of energy and Alucard still hasnt spoken, but he's a

good child. Emmet and I are...perfect, like we always are. Things got kinda tense when

Jessica showed up, but I love him and i'll accept what ever makes him happy "

" So the fucking is that good? " Gabe laughed

" Another perfect aspect of our relationship "

Nate snorted " Lucky bastard. Been ages since I got any...You think Emmet was really

kidding when he mentioned that threeway possiblity? "

Before Gabriel could answer. A large door appeared in front of them. They'd reached the

first gate.

" Here we go " Nate gathered sleep energy in his hands and Gabriel mirrored him. They threw

the energy at the door and after a brief moment, it glew and burst open. The two quickly

went through the door and closed it behind them. The scenery had changed. They stood in an

expansive flower field. Off in the distance stood a young man of hindu descent. He was

around sixteen. His black hair long and pulled back in a ponytail. He gave both men a

formal bow

" Gabriel Gray, Nathaniel Oskin, it has been ages, or so? Forgive me, but time has little

meaning here "

" Thank you for meeting us here Sanjog. It means a lot " Gabriel bpwed back politely and

Nate just nodded. He hated being referred by his full name. Sanjog waved his arm and a

ripple apeared. A large summer house overlooking a lake, loomed over them. Gabriel steeled

himself, now was the difficult part.

Gabriel remembered it well, it was just after the camps had been formed and he'd been

placed in charge of 34. He'd gotten a private message from Nate, who'd just been appointed

commander of camp 83. He needed Gabriel to come over quickly and to bring a doctor with

him, a good one. Gabriel had swiftly arrived, with Sierra in tow. Nates own healers were

trying to stabalize a horribly burned person. After a quick scan, Gabriel was baffled to

see it was Angela Petrelli. Barely hanging in by a string. Her mind was in even worse shape

then her body. Hours later after extensive operation. It impossible to actually do anything

for her. Her body could be healed with phoenix tears or regen blood. But it would cause a

shock to her mind and send her into a vegative state. For the moment, Nate had her under

sleep. It seemed to be the only way to keep her at peace. Gabriel peeked in on her mind

every so often. But soon it became extremely difficult to do so. In the realm of sleep, her

visions were of the future and every sight was something different.

Sajog Iyer had just arrived in the camp and come to pay his rerspects. He'd met Angela

before when he was young and she'd helped him. After hearing about Sanjogs ability Gabriel

came up with a plan. The only way for Angela to live peacefully was in sleep. Nates sleep

was everlasting unless he or someone with the same ability released it. Combining dream

manipulation with mindscape teleportation, Gabriel, Sajog, and Nate created an alternate

dream world within Angela's mind. Sajog agreed to watch over her in case something bad

happened. But Angela's mind had adapted in ways no one had forseen. She dominated the

reality, everything within her control. Straying to close ran the risk of someone being

attacked by her " dreams " Nate had a special trailer brought in to hold her and assigned

swift and tight security around it. Whatever the camp thought about it being to protect

what was inside frm harm, was quite wrong. It was to protect them from what lay inside.

" Nathan, Peter. Lunch time! " a loud and clear voice rang through the field. Two little

boys came running up the hill, laughing gleefully. They met there mother as she stepped

onto the porch " Go inside and wash up " they hugged her then went inside. " Well it seems

I have some guest " Angela Petrelli walked down the steps and over to the three men.

Despite her title of mother, Angela's appearance was that of a sixteen year old girl "

Hello Gabriel, Nathaniel, dear Sajog. Please come sit down " a table appeared with chairs,

tea, and biscuits.

" It's good to see you to Angela " Gabriel smiled carefully and sat down, Nate and Sajog

doing the same. Angela took her place and began pouring cups "Nate you have a sweet tooth don't you? Shall I fill it to the brim with cream and sugar? " she laughed at some form of a choke and Nate managed a grin

" Yes and thank you "

" Nicole is growing up to be a fine young woman "

" That she is "

" Brenden is certainly an excellent suitor " she giggled at Nates expression, even as the man fought to understand her meaning. Angela saw all, but rarely did she feel it necessary to say so " Gabriel, your family has certainly grown as of late. Sierra and Jessica turnin out to be Emmets mother, Diana his sister. Oh my such lovelyness would you say? '

Gabriel nodded and sipped his tea " Indeed. But it seems there is another member of the family...Emmets twin brother "

Angela took slow sips from her cup, her eyes glued to Gabriel, holding mystery " Ah yes. The phoenix's kin. How odd the poisonous hydra should bear relation. But in there immortal unlives do they share bond " Angela spoke cryptically, the sky darkening, and her words echoing through there very minds. " Gods ruler of power is his names weight "

The sky continued to darken and a horrible wind picked up. An enormous power was swelling up overhead, forming from the clouds.

" A nightmare!! " Sajog yelled. Leaping out of his seat. A large dragonic creature explodes outward right toward them. Nate leaps up and forms daggers in his hands, he hurls them with deadly presition, catching the dragon in the eye, but it shakes off the weapons. Sajog claps his hands together and a barrier rise up around it. The dragon thrashed against it and Sajog fought to keep it. Gabriel gathered a large amount of power around him and shaped it into a fire bird. It gave a screech and zoomed towards the dragon.

The dragon broke from Sajogs holding and met the firebird head on, clashing again and again. Nate dashed forward, more and more daggers and throwing knives appearing in his wake. The dragon defeated the phoenix just at the moment Nate let loose his daggers. The dragon roared and dispelled the daggers with a blast of colorless fire. Nate leaped up wards " Fucking hell " he cursed. Gabriel was at his side in an instant, he bared down on the dragon, slamming his fist into and knocking it to the ground. Sajog creating a series of binding ropes and held the creature down. Gabriel changed his hands into massive swords and cleaved the dragon in half. Unfortunately this just made it into two larger dragons.

Angela cleared her throat and everything froze " This is quite amusing, but really my children are eating there lunch. Do be quiet " the dragon exploded in a massive blast of light, leaving not a trace.

" What the fuck was that? " Nate exclaimed. Sajog strode back over

" That was a nightmarish future. That has yet to come and pass "

Gabriel was startled. What possible future could spawn such a thing. Everyone was silent for a moment. Finally Angela stood up

" I must get back to my babies. You really must come visit me more often. Oh and tell Alucard I said hi. Such a nice young man " with that she went back into the house and it dissolved away.

Nate opened his eyes and stretched out. He checked his watch. He'd been out for about 3 minutes. He stood up and gave Angela a wave goodbye and exited the trailer.

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Emmet was just about done with dinner. Alucard and Cassandra had set the table. The twins had told him Jessica was resting, so he decided to make a plate and take it to her later. He'd just set the meatloaf down when Peter appeared out of nowhere. Emmet blinked, this was certainly random. What did Peter want " Um, hello Peter, do you need something? "

(Once again, interesting scenerios that could have been are flushed down the toilet. Once again SHIT GETS FUCKING RUSHED! Honestly we act like Petrelli is fucking SUperman. And I wonder why the hell I'm still here...)
2010: School

Travis shrugged. "How should I know?" (honestly, every chinese soldier gone....that's some fucking bullshit right there.)

"Stay close." Travis said, keeping in the dark. Travis began to look around. He was unfamiliar with the new layout of the school. Travis could only start to signal Swiss on what the hell happened. Where are you? What's going on?

Wyoming

Elizabeth hadn't moved for hours. She was focused on one thing alone. The eruptions of Old Faithful. If what she feared would take place anytime soon, the first indicator would be increasing seismic activity, but also the ceasing of the beautiful eruptions of old faithful. If seismic activity grew worse, then the water supply could be temporarily cut off from the magma's heat. There had beeen strong earthquakes the past three days now, but Old Faithful continued erupting.

Perhaps things weren't as bad as she thought? Had she misjudged Jon? Was he really planning to detonate nature's biggest bomb?

The ground started shaking. Worse than it had in the past three days.....

Things were starting to get bad...

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Jonathan had returned to Wyoming and his newest Earthquake was the start of the the countdown. The earthquake would also be detected by scientists with a Harmonic tremor. A sign that magma was moving. That meant one thing.

-------------Wyoming Volcanic Observatory-----

"It's going to erupt?" Harold asked in wonder. His whole life, he'd dedicated his study to Yellowstone's park, and his biggest wonder was the massive volcano that lay underneath their feet. The last time it erupted, was nearly 12,000 years ago or even more. He couldn't remember. But it certainly scarred the globe with a volcanic winter that may have been the extinction of most dinosaurs or other life forms.
"We got harmonics arriving by the minute, Harold." James said.
"Damn..." Harold said biting his hand. "The press will hound us."
"The public needs to know." Jasmine said.
Harold nodded, but shook his head as well. "If we do that....do you know how much panic this will cause? THere is so much damn public paranoia around this volcano. They expect us to know exactly when it will happen and how powerful it will be. Telling that is impossible!"

Harold looked at the incoming reports.

"Dammit.......let's start with the press...."

5 A.Y.

Travis breathed slowly as his injection kicked in. Unfortunately you just may be right.

He hated to admit it, but if Samedi was going to pull anything again, Travis would be damn sure his family would be safe.

2010: The School

Swiss stopped dead as Travis asked him what was going on, 'Dunno. The soldiers disappeared, and then some shit went down near the group. I don't remember if I told you about that Prankster fucker who was playing hopscotch with us on our lovely little time traveling adventure, but he's an SOB I'd really like to kill. I thought he WAS dead. Hiro stabbed him and he fell off a roof. But I suppose when you can manipulate reality, it doesn't really matter.' He thought bitterly. Cindy was used to the mental conversations now, but it didn't make her feel any less uneasy, 'Where are you? And are that girl and the kid with you still?'

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2010: The Parking Lot

Nicole nodded her head, "We should take him with us. At the very least we need to take him to a hospital, so he can get his wounds fixed. I'm sorta responsible for that, anyway." She said, looking down at her own hands with distaste, as if they were stained with blood. In a sense they were. But she was going to take responsibility for beating up Nick. She wasn't just about to allow him to blow up an entire city or bleed to death in a parking lot. Besides, it's not like they couldn't just drop him off anonymously at some hospital or something. She extended a hand out for him and he took it, allowing her to help him to his feet.

Nick, on the other hand, was now powerless, beaten to a pulp, and momentarily, at the mercy of this weird ass family. Who knew when the next one could just go nutzo and knock him around until he never got back up. But running was hardly an option; no telling how far he'd get in this shape, and there was no telling when he'd get his powers back. So he had no choice but to reluctantly accept the help, "Thanks..." He murmured aloud, before whispering, "I guess."

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2010: Eckerd

Kathy hurriedly got behind the wheel of the vehicle, strapping on her seatbelt and gunning the engine, her foot pushing the accelerator to the floor and the car jettisoning out of the parking lot and onto the road, Jaice’s head bobbing around like it were on a rubber band instead of a neck, “Hold on, Jaice, hold on. Get out of the way, come on!”

Jaice shook his head, “Just give me….the pill. Anything…” He muttered, barely aware of anything now.

Alice was holding on for dear life, sure that this hormone fueled teenager would kill them all.

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2010: Japan

David frowned a little. This all seemed a little overzealous for one girl especially one that, as far as he knew, had no special abilities. Though, of course, he could be wrong. He and Hiro had not spoken very deeply about either of their families. He supposed he would have to wait it out and see what happened. No doubt he would have a lot of explaining to do to the others when things were all said and done.

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2010: The Carnival

When Peter came in with the food and commented on her looking great, her mind flashed back to the girl in the mirror briefly and she felt that pang of hatred, wondering if she could ever live up to the expectations that that woman provided her. Could she ever start a family? Was it even possible? If she could be made to forget the pain of that one oh so painful experience, then maybe, just maybe, she could give herself the capacity to bear children again. But...even with Peter...the trust wasn't there. It was as if there was one final wall separating them, one that was so strong, nothing seemed to penetrate it. She wanted with all her heart to trust Peter that way, but it wasn't as simple as just hopping into bed and "shagging" as Claude had called it. She wondered if that last wall would ever come down, or would it forever separate her from the world, all because of some sick little fuck? These thoughts bubbled rage to the surface, all of these feelings, despair, hopelessness, love, rage, hate; they all bubbled within her like some confused caldron. Finally, despite everything, she just smiled at him, deciding she was simply happy to see him.

Peter was glad to get a warm welcome, although he noticed Sierra had paused for a bit; speedsters tended to notice things like that. He went over to her and gave her a hug. "Hey, Sierra, remember how back in Paris I told you I'd help you try new things? Well, here's something that's really good" He went over to the counter and opened up a box of pizza, the cheese one. He opened up a cabinet and pulled out some plates and gathered up utensils, setting them down on the counter. "Here, have a slice, it’s real good." He said, offering one to her with telekinesis.

Sierra leaned into his hug, the feel of it more comforting each time he did it. She nodded as he brought up her comment from Paris, "Of course." She said with a smile, taking the plate from him and clamping her teeth down on the slice. It was a little plain, but it had an overall good flavor. She could taste tomatoes and the cheese, but also the little spices in it as well. She turned to look again, "Peter, you remember my...issue...with the ocean, right? My....fear...? Well, I was wondering...if maybe...You'd take me there...To the ocean. And help me conquer that fear. Not now, of course, but after the food. I know you're not supposed to swim for a while after you eat and all, but with our high metabolisms, we'll be ready to enjoy the water much quicker." Her face was painted with a hesitant smile, as if she were both nervous of his answer and of the question itself.

Peter couldn't wait to hear her opinion on Pizza, it was his favorite kind. Well that and Chicago style. He considered all other styles a greasy mess. He picked up a slice himself, and tore into it. ‘Ah, the taste never gets old.’ He thought. It had been a while since he'd had pizza. As Sierra began talking, he turned to her, cocking his head, "Hmm… oh, right" He vaguely remembered it, it hadn't been brought up much the Carnival was always on dry land. "Sure, Sierra, I'll go wherever you want to go," He said as he finished up his first slice, "Oh, the second box is a different flavor, by the way,” He said taking the first box and moving it, opening up the box with the pepperoni slices.

Sierra seemed satisfied with the answer he gave, and even smiled a bit, her prior nervousness disappearing almost completely. She took a slice of the second pizza he offered, biting into it with a little less hesitation. The addition of the flavored meat definitely was better than the cheese one, in her opinion, though she knew there were probably many more versions of this one food to try. It seemed like there were so many types of food, and then so many variants of that food. But she supposed that as long as people craved diversity, it would continue to spread, "I like the second one more. The first kind was just too plain." She said aloud.

Peter was glad things were going well with their relationship, and thanks to certain powers, he could stay hidden from the public when he wanted too. The only problem he could think of was that he had told Specials to come to California; but the Carnival had a way of masking Specials, so he took his mind off that subject. "Heh, I figured, pepperoni is my favorite too." He said grabbing a slice. Although he enjoyed other flavors occasionally, of the two, pepperoni was his favorite. After about twenty minutes when they finished slices, Peter condensed the pizza and disintegrating the second box. He went over to Sierra, wrapping his hands around her waist. "Are you ready to go to the beach?"

Sierra laughed as he embraced her, "I don't think I can swim in this dress and heels, Peter. Hang on; let me see if I have a swim suit or something. You should think about changing too." She said, disappearing around the corner of the trailer and searching through her clothes. Most of these clothes had been provided for her by the carnival, and as such, she hadn't really gone through them. It took her a few minutes to find an actual swim suit, and when she did, she bit her lip a little. It was a normal two piece suit, but to her, it looked like underwear. Vaguely, she wondered if there was a difference. She dressed and grabbed a towel, returning to Peter with a huge blush on her face. This was the most exposing clothing she'd ever worn, and the nervousness bled through in her voice completely, "H-how do I l-look?"

Peter nodded "Yea, you’re right," He said, taking a seat next one of the table's in the cabin. He was set on moving to California, and the only question was: Was he going to live with the Carnies, or get a job as a Paramedic? In truth, he didn't need money anymore. Then again anything could happen. ‘I should probably gather large amounts of money, and store it along with a few other supplies too, in-case of an emergency.’ He thought to himself." As he had been thinking, he’d made his clothing vanish and replaced them with some swimming trunks. He chuckled a bit as Sierra came out. "You look sexy, what about me?"

Sierra's blush didn't fade, but actually got brighter as Peter said she looked sexy. She knew it was supposed to be a comment, but it invoked weird feelings in her, ones that she couldn't really describe. Not unease, necessarily, but a sort of awkward realization. She couldn't really shake the feeling. But she smiled nonetheless, "You look like you need to work on your abs." She said with a laugh, trying to lighten her own mood a little, "I'm kidding, you look great. But I suppose if we're going to do this, better sooner than later, right?" She asked, the nervousness slowly creeping back into her voice.

Peter saw her face getting brighter, but he didn't say anything. After all, he didn't want her to turn into a tomato. He was about to protest about the abs comment, but then she said she was just joking. "Uh-huh, yeah. Let’s go," He said with mock irritation, still hugging her as he teleported them. They reappeared on Miami Beach, near the Shore, where the water was washing over the sand. It was, of course, filled with people so Peter set up an illusion so no one could see the two of them. "Here we are" He said stepping forward, placing his feet into the wet sand and using his power, he began making some waves appear letting some waves wash over his feet.

Sierra bit her lip. She was here. On the beach. With the ocean in front of her.

'You stupid little bitch, quit your whining! -Splash- ’

And then....nothing...Darkness. She let out a small gasp and took a step back. While her fear was nowhere near as bad as Jessica's had been, there were some very frightening memories behind the experience. Even if the brain doesn't remember, the body does. And her body definitely remembered not being able to draw breath. She locked up, her body so stiff she couldn't move. Her eyes wavered with fear as the tide rolled in. It was stupid to believe she could drown, for god's sake she could give herself gills should the need arise (though she would need to snag a salt water fish first). Not only that, but Peter wouldn't let her, "I....I'm scared, Peter." She murmured, feeling foolish as her blush got even deeper.

Peter looked back; they couldn't drown, hell, their feet couldn't drown at this point, but he didn't want to be inconsiderate. He’d just have to lead her into the water little at a time. He stepped forward into the water a bit more, holding out his hand. "Don't be afraid, Sierra, I won't let anything happen." He said as the waves began to calm down somewhat, his hand remaining held out to her.

With a gulp, Sierra took a step forward and took Peter's hand, her hand clasping tightly (but nothing he couldn't handle) over his, the racing of her heart and the shaking of her body easily detectable from the limited contact. But she smiled, and looked into his face, "I know. Some memories are harder to erase than others, though,” and though she was smiling, her voice was sad, solemn, almost. She couldn't help but feel the repeated choking sensation of not being able to breath; of water flooding down her throat and into her lunges; of the blackness, sweeping in from all sides. Her grip tightened a little and before she knew it, she was practically hugging him, shivering a little, "I know this is stupid, I really do. But...drowning is just...so horrible. I honestly think if it wasn't for my ability...I would have died that day, Peter." She said, a few tears hitting her eye lids, but she blinked them back. No, she was going to be strong, because this was the key to breaking that final wall. That last obstacle before she could feel these feelings to their fullest. And she wouldn't let a damn body of water that had no power over her stop her. She backed off a little, though still gripping his hand, and closed her eyes, taking a tentative step forward.

Peter held out his arm; he wouldn't pull back or lean forward. They were going to do this, but he couldn't help her if he sugarcoated it. "I know how you feel," He whispered compassionately. He wished he could get rid of a lot of things. He remembered when Rene had once stolen all his memories, and he hadn’t even wanted to get them back. Though he never had to worry about drowning, he knew that it was a horrible way to die. "Well, you didn't die then, and you sure as hell won't die now." He said firmly as he took a few more steps and the water rose up to his knees, but the tide still calm.

Sierra's eyes were squeezed shut, but she took an apprehensive breath as the water reached her knees, "Just keep talking. Let me know you're there. It doesn't matter what, just let me hear your voice, please." She said, though it was more of a plea than anything. Psychologically, simply touching something was nothing. If touch alone could get you over fear, then fear wouldn't be as big a problem as it was. No, fear was influenced by sounds, smells, and sights. The touch of a hand was vastly overpowered by the very real feeling of rising water around her legs, but a voice could be focused on, used to drown out all other thoughts or worries. She rotated herself, walking around so that Peter was walking backward into the water and she was holding both of his hands, focusing on nothing but his face and his voice, "I can do this. I have to." She said, more to herself than anyone else.

Peter was glad they were making progress. She hadn't tried to run back to land yet, he scanned the water himself. There were no Sharks right now, which was perfect, though there were a few jellyfish. By simply manipulating the water, he summoned an underwater current that sent them on their, and probably some beach materials as well, but no people. "No problem Sierra. See, isn't the water relaxing? A bit cold at first, but it calms your nerves," He said, just talking as he began pulling her further. The water was now up to his chest, "Don't worry, Sierra, I promise nothing will happen. Just focus on me, alright?" He asked gently.

Her breathing was becoming rapid now as she felt the water flow over the swell of her breasts, slowly ebbing its way toward her throat. Occasionally her gaze would shoot off in some random direction, but her eyes always returned to Peter. Finally, they got to the point where they could advance no further without their heads slipping under water, and they stopped, standing quite literally at the beaches edge. She took a few panting breaths and said, "Peter, there's on more thing I need to do. To get rid of this fear. I need to go under. I need to prove that the water can't hurt me. With Biokinesis, a person can give themselves gills, which will work like a fishes...but...I can't do it without you." Her eyes were wide with fear, and her voice quivered with it. Slowly, she began to shift the skin on her neck, giving herself both gills and lungs. It was nowhere near as fancy as Travis' enhanced lungs, but they would do for one thalassophobic girl. Her eyes turned back to Peter. Without him, she wouldn’t be able to make the plunge, she just knew it.

Peter didn't want to take her any farther. He was still monitoring for any oceanic creatures that might want to have a surprise snack, but there were none, at least none that hadn't been sent away by his jet speed currents. "Sierra...that's..." He didn't know if Biokinesis allowed you to breathe under water, and he was hesitant to throw her into a situation which would only escalate her fear.

"Alright then, Sierra" He said. Taking her hands firmly, he looked at her again, “Are you sure?” He asked, and she nodded. He took her out farther, so they were floating on the water, and then pulled them under. He opened his eyes, immediately turning to Sierra to make sure she was alright and though she didn’t appear to be struggling, he asked telepathically, ‘Can you breathe?’

Sierra took a deep breath, simply out of force of habit, and held it. She waited for a moment before slowly letting it out. She could breathe. The water was nice and cool, but still retained the warmth that shined down on them from the sun. She looked around, forming a small membrane bubble over her eyes to help block out the water, allowing her to see somewhat better under the water. She tried to talk, but the sound came out garbled by the water, and so she simply laughed inside her head, 'I think that's it! I think I'm cured! This feels so wonderful, Peter, I feel light as a feather! And it's so beautiful, look at all the fish and the colors!' She thought, a huge smile plastered on her face. This was nothing like the deep dark waters of the dirty bay her father had brought her to. This was so much more. She swam a little farther out and marveled at the animals that populated this new world.

Peter was glad that Sierra had loosened up somewhat, and was actually enjoying being underwater. He'd never been underwater much, despite his capability of doing so, because he was more of a land person anyway; although, the beach was relaxing. As her thoughts of excitement filled his head, he smiled, ‘Really!? That's great!’ He told her telepathically and swam after her, easily catching up to her. The two simply floated, watching all the marine creatures moving through the water around them.

Sierra turned to Peter with eyes like a child who's stepped into the candy store. She firmly planted her lips over his and laughed inside her mind. It was a joyful, cheerful sound, one that she had never truly uttered before. She had laughed, sure, but this was pure joy and enchantment, like that of a child’s, 'I love you, Peter.' She could “say” that with certainty.

Peter was glad to see Sierra happy…Actually he hadn't even seen her this happy before, except maybe before the Carnival was roasted; before all of this junk started. Peter was glad to share yet another kiss with Sierra, though he could feel something different about it, ‘I love you too, Sierra.

Sierra smiled, 'Ever since we've met, there's been a wall between us. It's not been anything that you or I could control. It's something that's been there since the incident when I was sixteen. There have been emotional scars that could not be healed by any ability. But I think I'm ready to open up again. To you. I only ask you one thing. Please, please, don’t ever hurt me.' She asked, her telepathic voice sounding fragile, ‘Let’s go home.’

Peter was just glad their relationship was advancing, instead of going backwards. She'd seemed so closed up at first, so tentative, but now she was open. She'd changed, and he was glad to be a part of the change. ‘I won’t, Sierra. Ever. I promise.’ He could hear the fragility in her voice, and it hurt him, but he understood where she was coming from. He nodded slightly and teleported them away, reappearing inside the trailer.

Sierra gave him a sad smile as they reappeared, "You already know that I've....well...you know." She let the statement float on the air before continuing, "Have you...ever been with another woman? In bed, I mean?" She asked, blushing a little.

Peter couldn't help but notice Sierra's sad smile, and then her question. It was a bit private, but he had promised Sierra he wouldn't lie to her. Well, maybe he didn't, but he wouldn't make a habit of doing it, "Well, yes. But none of the women have I ever loved as much as you." He said, pulling the covers back telekinetically.

For so long after Jessica's rape, she had viewed sex as something she never wanted to experience ever again, whether voluntarily or involuntarily. She had made herself into the woman incapable of sex both physically and emotionally. She would laugh when she would find some FBI profiler's notes on her. 'Unsub uses piece of herself to stab victims; possible sexual pleasure?' After all, stabbing in and of itself is said to be some sad sexual pun. But she felt no sexual pleasure. Her body was broken intentionally to prevent such an attempt ever again. But now she found herself fixing the shattered pieces; hormones which hadn’t been produced in years began to flow through her blood stream once more. She was as any normal woman was, now, the missing piece from a near complete puzzle found. And for the first time since she had felt such pain for all those hours, she was very aware of her sexuality. A little confidence returned to her face as her body helped her along, undoing her top and letting it fall to the floor, leaning close to Peter and kissing him, but this time was different. There was a new passion to her kiss, to her body as she led him over to the bed. They laid down on it, pulling the covers up over themselves. She looked into his eyes and said, “Be gentle.”

An hour or so later, the two were lying in bed, on Sierra’s request, and wet with sweat. She looked over at Peter with a pant and opened her mouth to say something, but found she didn’t exactly know what to say. Another moment passed before she opened her mouth again, “So….now what?”

Peter looked back at her with a puzzled look, “What do you mean?”

Sierra smiled a little, “There are…repercussions…to having sex, Peter.”

Peter nodded, “Oh. I wouldn’t worry too much about that.” He said, with a knowing smile. Luck was on their side in that respect.

This caused Sierra to roll onto her side and face him, “Do you want a family?”

Peter frowned slightly, “Someday, yes. But not right now. Not with things the way they are. I’m already putting you in danger; I wouldn’t want to put a child at risk too.” He sat up a little, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and let out a sigh.

Sierra put her head down against the pillow for a moment before sitting up as well, bringing the covers up with her, “Won’t it always be like this? Someone is always going to be after Specials, after you, after us. Do you remember our conversation when we first met? It was on that island; before…before the attack.”
Peter nodded, “Of course. You said I’d always be the world’s bitch.” He said with a faint smile, but sensing she had something more to say.

Sierra shook her head, “You’re a regen, Peter. I’ll age, albeit more slowly than most people, but I will die one day. What will you do?”

Peter went quiet. He hadn’t thought of it, in truth. He supposed he would always have that problem. And as he had said before, he didn’t want to be Adam Monroe. ‘Your immortality will rot your heart,’ Sierra had told him that day. Was that true? Would he become like Adam if lived that long? Was his power his curse as well, “I could always give you regeneration too, you know.” He said, hopefully.

Sierra shook her head, “I don’t want to live forever, Peter. It will be painful for those we love, yes, but it will also give those we leave behind an opportunity of their own. You once told me that one day you’d throw in the towel and inspire the next generation. You can’t inspire something if it has no room to grow, and if people never died, there would be no room for new growth.”

Peter frowned. He didn’t want to think of Sierra dying, but the thoughts called up an imagine of her laid out in a casket, her face aged considerably and him standing amongst the small crowd, the exact same age as he was now. He rubbed his eyes, and with them, the image. But when he closed his eyes, he saw all the faces of the people he knew and cared about, wrinkled and pale skin, lifeless eyes. He shuddered.

“Are you alright?” Sierra asked, her face shifting slightly with concern.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just some…disturbing…images.” He said, “Let’s not talk about all that now. It’s depressing.” He said seriously, planting a kiss on her forehead and laying back down.

She nodded and lay down as well, snuggling close to his body and both drifted off to sleep.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 83

Nicole smiled as her father came out of the trailer and embraced him in a hug. Even though she didn’t have a good idea as to what was so bad about Angela that nobody could see her or she couldn’t seen anyone but Nate, she noticed that her father seemed a bit more confused and/or enlightened when he came out, “So, what did she say this time around?” She asked, but before Nate could answer, she was already talking again, “Dad, can’t you take a break for an hour or so and play a game with me? Pleeeeease? Brenden is really good at helping me train, I’ll show you! And then you can stop making your stupid cracks about us being together.” She said with a look of mock anger.

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Brenden was in an old looking shop filled with a bunch of potions. He pointed to one and the shop keeper, an old looking woman, handed him the green sludge. He shuddered as he got ready to drink it. It always helped him to restore his energy when he was running low and it was how he kept his training sessions going for so long. Occasionally, he would slip out of a game, leaving it on auto-pilot for Nicole and slip into another, replenish his energy, and then jump back into the first game. She’d never even notice, and he could keep acting like he had limitless energy. He sighed and chugged the potion, feeling it restore his body to full strength. He wondered how long it would take Nicole to “take a break”. A break to Nicole Oskin was about ten seconds, then directly back into the fray. He wondered who really had more energy, him or her.

The world around him began to fade back to the standard living quarters of his trailer, though he hardly ever spent any time in the trailer itself, and its lack of any real furniture reflected that. There was a bed, a TV, all sorts of video games, and that was about it. He laid down on the bed and put his head back, trying to catch a nap before Nicole undoubtedly kicked in his door and demanded he give her more training.

(((Keep in mind, I am only allowed to move certain characters while Chu is gone. Talk to me in the chat if you need someone moved and I'll talk to FG about it.)))

Banker Household

Keisha suddenly felt a rush of excitement flow through her as Tyrone got a grip of himself. She loved it when he got riled up. It was attractive to her. She had faith that he could beat Michael... No. She believed he could beat any special that stood in his path. She had never witness his ability fail. She grabbed her purse and followed Tyrone out.

"You know I'm coming baby!" Keisha answered excitedly. She followed Tyrone to his car. She had no idea where he was going, but as long as he wasn't going somewhere out of fear of one man, she didn't care.


Mindscape

Chris sighed as he was getting sick of this whole predicament. He looked around, trying to find something out of place, but nothing. It was as if someone had sent the three to a jungle. Angela knew a lot about this ability, but did she know how to get out. He approached while his eyes still wondered the area.

"Mrs Petrelli... How do we get out? He can't just keep us here, without keeping us busy." Chris asked before he looked up at the sky. a rain drop fell onto his forehead. Not now...

5 A.Y. The Oil Crew

After Hrio sent the four men off, they were all teleported to the garage area of the camp. Chris was looking around at all the unoccupied cars, until he caught sight of a yellow Hummer.

"That looks good enough guys." Chris said this as he headed toward the monster of a vehicle. He turned around to the group before entering the vehicle, turning his focus to Godric. "You're not gonna be with us for most of the mission. I'm going to let you out after we drive a mile out from the camp." Chris said before turning to Jacob. "Jacob, I need you to make a supercharger clone for Godric. As powerful as you are Godric, you'll need the boost. "Your job is to create a well with that corroding acid you got. Make it huge. Now let's get in." Chris ordered as if he had this planned for months. He was bright, and knew how to use his resources. This oil was something Hiro found important to the camp. He had been looking for a source for months, and Chris wouldn't let this slip from his hands. Chris sat in the driver's seat of the Hummer and turned the key in its ignition.

[Time to give things a boost...]

2010: School

Travis was about to respond to Swiss when he turned a corner and who else should he bump into but Krystina. At first he was about to retort about their literal bumping into, but he bit back when he saw who it was. Krystina also seemed to bite back somewhat. But upon seeing him, she crossed her arms and gave him a rather sharp "Where the hell have you been?"
Travis almost reacted as if she might as well have shot him. Her tone, her thoughts, something wasn't right. "Krystina? It's me-"
"I know damn well who you are. Now answer me."
Travis sighed. He really wished Lyle wasn't present to be seeing this. "Lyle....this is Krystina...Jesus Christ umm....Krystina I've been living up in Colorado for the past few months."
"Colorado? Do you have any idea how much chaos has been going on since you disappeared?"
"Well-"
"You really have no right to answer that question. I can't believe what I just heard you say. I haven't heard from you since you called after we defeated that one Petrelli creep! You just up and left. 'Goodbye Krystina, see you later!'"
"Krystina, I'm-"
"Sorry? You're always so damn sorry! And meanwhile I've been having to look to Swiss and even Magix sometimes for company let alone a little protection once in a while! Why did you leave?"
"I- I was scared. Things looked as if they were falling to shit and-"
"Oh they were falling to shit all right. We had to relocate the school, I took a nasty trip I am still trying to forget about, and we were just about killed had things not gon the way they did go!"
Travis didn't know what to say. But he didn't think he could say anything. A pain was starting to rise in his chest.
Krytina calmed herself somewhat. "I wish I didn't have to say this Travis, but I think we need to take a break. You've changed into someone I don't recognize much anymore. I'm sorry..." Krystina kept on talking, but Travis didn't seem to hear the rest of it.
Not only was he being torn apart by the words which he had just heard, but his lungs didn't seem to want to take a breath anymore. Krystina started to walk away. Travis tried to follow her. Tried to tell her things would be different somehow.. Tried to tell her he'd change somehow. All he did was sink to the ground. He couldn't breathe!
His vision started to blur...
What was happening to him?
Travis?

TRAVIS?!

Travis didn't recognize the voice anymore. It might as well have been his own.

Travis just sent one final thought to....to....who?

He thought of someone franticly. Swiss. He was still in his head anyway...

Travis was fighting to stay conscious.

.........Swiss.......I can't breathe.......I can't.....

Travis blacked out.....his head slamming hard against the hard school floor.

Wyoming
[to move things along]
Jonathan had a phone he'd stolen from a pedestrian and he sent Ferlina a text.

"Three days. We now have three days before I start the eruptions. Either find who we're looking for, or get back here and cover your ass."

Jon put down the phone and began walking via a tunnel he was now making. He had one final stop to make...a school..."

FOX 31 BREAKING NEWS UPDATE

DAN FOSTER
"This is Dan Foster with this breaking news update. Questions on what just happened with a sudden Chinese attack on multiple countries, and why they suddenly stopped attacking. Sudden U.N. talks perhaps of rumored war on China and a possible dismissal of China from the U.N. itself. And how China denies any involvement in the attacks.
"But first, we go live to Natasha in Wyoming who is reporting live outside Yellowstone National Park, with a developing story."

NATASHA SLOVIA
"Thanks Dan, I am right now outside of Yellowstone National Park, where a 7.6 magnitude earthquake was just minutes ago recorded. Scientists are also worried about several severe harmonic tremors felt and detected during the quake.'

HAROLD KOSIER (Head of Yellowstone Volcanic Observatory)
"We detected several Harmonic tremors during the quake and in most cases that means one thing. To expect a volcanic eruption. Old Faithful's eruptions have halted, and the magma chamber is showing intense signs of movement, which is both a scientific gold mine for us, but at the same time, a very big danger to everyone in the area."

REPORTER
"Do you have any idea of when it will erupt?"

HAROLD
"Predicting volcanic eruptions or how powerful they might get is impossible right now. These things are just too unpredictable. There is no normality, they can happen at any time. How powerful it will be, when it will happen, it's not in our line of sight."

REPORTER
"I'm sure you're well aware of many theories on the Yellowstone Supervolcano."

HAROLD
"I am."

REPORTER
"Should we at all be concerned of an impending super eruption?"

HAROLD
"Just because Yellowstone's expecting an eruption, does not mean we're gonna see the area go up in flames. Now the Yellowstone Caldera could have another super eruption, but it could just as well be an eruption the size of Mt. St. Helens back in 1980. Once again we just don't know."

NATASHA
"But a lot of campers in the Yellowstone area aren't taking any chances. Some have packed their bags and left the camp ground."

IAN WILLIAMS (Camper)
"We came here hoping to have a good time. But now we've packed up everything, and are getting out. If it' gonna erupt, I don't care how big, we're gonna stay safe."

NATASHA
"The highways leading out of Yellowstone are packed, and may be that way for the next couple days. But as the eruptions are driving tourists away, they are also bringing some volcano fans t the area, hoping to see a volcano that has long been asleep awaken in front of their eyes."

CHARLIE FROST (Camper)
"I told myself, Charlie get down to Wyoming before it really goes. And here I am, and I'm hoping to see a show."

REPORTER:
"Are you concerned of a possible super eruption?"

CHARLIE:
"Big or little, preferably little, I'm gonna sit and enjoy the show."

NATASHA
Big or little, Yellowstone is expected to erupt within the days ahead. And when it does, the country could be changed in big or little ways. Natasha Slovia, FOX news.

DAN
Yellowstone has not erupted in nearly 640,000 years, and doing so now could mean damage to some property in the area and destruction of wildlife. It is unknown if Old Faithful, which has stopped it's geyser activity for the time being. Coming up next, more of the Chinese attack....

5 A.Y.

Travis relayed Swiss' plan to Magix. Magix....I think it's best we get most of the civilians away from this camp as soon as possible. Your family, mine, Swiss', and anyone else we can out of here. We'll keep the militia here, in case of rebellion. I'd take the civilians to 34, or 83. They're the closer camps right now. I'll try to notify them if I can. But things may get ugly. I don't want to see anymore families suffer because of something I refuse to do for that bastard...

2010 Summary

- Jill is in her room in the mansion
- Keith is with Elle surrounded by the Naked People
- Zane is off in the Emo corner staring out the window

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5AY, Keith

Keith just followed Chris and sighed after he explained things. This was going to be a pain in the ass, perfect. Just what he needed, another pain in the ass to deal with. "Now that you've told Godric his job, what the hell is it that I have to do? A little heads up so I can start dreading and complaining about it now would be appreciated." It's not that Keith didn't know how he acted, he just didn't care. This was his lifestyle so they had to deal with it.

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5AY, Jill (camp 83)

Who would've thought the world could change so much in just 5 years? She went from a wandering nomad, to staying with a few of her multiple great grandchildren, to now helping another of her more sane and stable grandchildren run a camp. She had thought about being able to revive the world to the way it was, but decided against suggesting it to those that she would need help from. Peter, Gabriel, and herself with some supercharging could likely revive the whole world, hell Peter and Gabriel with their vast abilities would probably live. She however would certainly die. What was the point of reviving the world if she couldn't enjoy it. It's not like she was the only person left in the world, so there was no reason to do anything drastic.

Jill walked around the camp this day just as she had been doing lately. Things were so dull and boring, she wished that there was actually something exciting to do. There wasn't much though as usual. On a few occasions in the past, she actually played Video games with Nicole and her creepy little boyfriend of whatever he was Brenden. Maybe she'd find them and see what was up. She had nothing better to really do as she didn't really like helping to run a camp, though she can never keep her opinions to herself.

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5AY, The Hospital Thing

Magix really hated Tyrone. Every time he saw him, it was as if his ability would magically change to something to help him bull shit his way out of a situation. Magix clenched his fist as he heard Travis in his head. He just let out a deep breath though and relayed to Travis, hoping he was still in his head. Alright Travis... You worry about those staying here, I will get everyone I can out. Besides moving around in the shadows is what I do best. Shall I.... Bring your son as well?

Back in the Trailer the real Magix already had the information. He looked at Claire and Cindy after Cindy made Aiden go away. "We need to get out of here. We're evacuating as many people as we can, leaving the militia behind in case all hell breaks loose here." He looked at Cindy. "I doubt that Swiss will abandon Travis... However you must escape to one of the other camps with us. I trust you can see why?"

The Trailer 5AY

Claire watched as Aiden came and went. She then turned her attention to Magix as he seemed to change his mind about the whole evacuation thing. Claire figured that something else might be going on. Why else would he change his mind like that? She was glad though that they would be able to get Patrick to safety. Claire thought that the best place for her son to go was to Zane. Even though Zane didn’t have a good track record, he would be able to look after her son. One thing that Claire was worried about though was what Magix was going to do. Was he coming or staying?

“Are you coming?” Claire asked as she looked at him with a concerned expression. Also what was running through her mind was the issue of her staying behind. She knew that she wasn’t the best fighter but her blood could be helpful if things turned nasty. Claire often felt like she was no help to anyone when things became serious. She often was just put in with the woman and children and sent off to safety, like with the last attack. Maybe this time she might be able to help.

5AY, Raiken Trailer

Magix had recalled all of his clones except for one staying with Travis, by this point and was thinking how to do this. Travis seemed pretty dead set on staying here with the Militia. The best way was to just Mass clone and teleport each to a new camp, however that would be very taxing. He wouldn't complain though, not as long as he could help. Magix walked over and hugged Claire as she asked if he was coming.

"Yes and I am staying. If Travis needs us, he can easily call for me. Besides, you know how I can get. I'm not exactly the most quiet person around." He let go of her and took a deep breath. Clones started appearing behind him and disappearing into the shadows. With so many he couldn't keep them all linked so their instructions were to find the members of the fallen camp, and ready them for teleportation. He did keep link with Both the one with Travis, and the one sent to Krystina. After his clones were off Magix stood there breathing heavily.

"We need to get ready to go too. Cindy please get you children ready and I will be there soon...." Magix sat down. So many clones after all that's happened lately was pretty taxing on the body, not to mention the mind and spirit.