2010: The school

Tabitha blinked and suddenly all of the chinese soldiers were gone. She'd been fighting through the mob, bashing heads in with her tonfa and destroying with sound. She wiped away some grime and preced to inspect the area. Much of the school had taken some damage. People were moving about everywhere tending to there wounded and the ones who would never get up again. She wandered into one area where she spotted Travis talking to some girl. She immediately realized it was Krystina. From the look on Krystina's face, she had to admit, Travis had good taste. But the look on Krystina's face told that the conversation between the two was not going well. Finally Krystina turned and walked away. Tabitha didnt have to listen in to know that a break-up had occured. She shook her head and turned to give Travis some space, but suddenly he was on the ground. Tabitha was at his side in an instant.

" TRAVIS! " she yelled.

2010: Las Vegas

In the end Nate applied some medical attention to Nick. Nate promply put the boy into a deep sleep, nothing else came to mind. Leaving the guy somewhere was fine, but Nicoles power still affecting him and leaving her powerless and Nate sure as hell was not ok with that. But if allowing him access to his powers again was gonna make the kid go boom then, Nate felt he was being pretty merciful. He'd put Nick in the back, with Greg the middel of him and Nicole and tore out of the parking lot. Some hours later, night had fallen. Up ahead the welcome to Las Vegas sign came into view. Soon they were surrounded by bright lights and tall buildings. Nate grinned, it had been years since he'd last been there. It had changed a little, but that exilerating feeling was still there. Once they were all settled in at Azraels place, he was going for a little exploring. Rose had never been to Vegas before, she smiled a little. It looked so, interesting. Greg had seen Vegas plenty of times before. Rose directed Nate to Azraels Hotel from the directions she'd received earlier.

It was easily one of the biggest in the whole city. Reaching up to the heavens and spread out very wide. Nate pulled up to the front and a guard was immediately there " Can I help you? "

Nate nodded " Yeah, you can tell your boss that his families here for a visit " The guard straigtened up immediatley

" Oh, I didnt realize you were Mr.Lindermans relatives. Please, allow me to park your vehicle for you " Nate aand the others all got out of the car. Nate picked up Nick and through the boy over his shoulders. The guard drove there car off to the private parking structure. He said he would have all there bags taken to there designated rooms.

A man in his mid forties, short and bald, wearing a very expensive looking suit appeared " Greetings Oskin family my name is James Kottak. Mr.Linderman can't tell you how happy he is to see you "

Nate snorted " He sure can't seeing as he aint here " Rose elbowed Nate in the stomache

" Forgive my brother, he's an idiot, but where is Azrael? "

James turned and gesturred for the Oskins to follow him " Mr.Linderman had some bussiness to attend to now, but now he is ready to ssee you all now " Nate whisled as they entered the lobby " Good shit " he said in appreciation, the place was riddiculously well done. James led them over to an elevator and they piled in. James hit the highest button and soon they were climbing up.

5AY: Camp 83

Nate scratched his head as Nicole asked him to help her with her " Games ".

" Nicky I see enough zombies as is. Tell your man to switch it up. Some final fantasy would be nice " Angela's words still echoing in his mind. Nicole was a big girl and he was the last person to scold his child on promiscuity. Of course he knew his daughter was not like that at all " Oh fine. Lets go "

Camp 34

Emmet was fixing a jug of Cranberry juice when he felt the temperature change of someone teleporting in. At first he thought it was Gabriel, but then he heard Peter and turned to look at him. This was certainly an interesting suprise. He couldnt say Peter visited the camp a lot, not that he had any real issues with that. But what was the nature of this talk. Cassandra and Alucard were starring at Peter from the other side of the table, Cassandra was curious, but Alucard looked bored and uninterested " Hello Peter " Emmet sat the container aside " Is there something you need? "

Peter was calm looking down to see Emmet's children, meat loaf, and a jug of Iced Tea, looked like a normal family about to eat dinner, he sighed wishing his family was together, but it wasn't. "Hey Emmet" He didn't know what to say, what the kids would say, he thought about stopping time. Hmm if i stop time, Gabriel might come in, and I don't know if he's coming in with a shoot first, ask questions later mentality or not. He thought. He sighed, he was going to have to go through with it. "Jessica, Tony attacked her, didn't he, messed her up."

Emmet kept his face composed " Cassandra, Alucard can you go outside? " Cassandra opened her mouth, doubtless to protest, but Alucard was already dragging the girl out of the mobile unit. Emmet leaned against the counter his arms folded over his chest. " Indeed he had " Emmet put two and two together and realized why Peter had come. If he knew Jessica was here then obviously he had just spoken to her " Tony is quite skilled, it would seem "

Peter was glad Emmet sent the children away, he didn't have anything against them, but he didn't know what they would say. Plus he didn't know if they knew Jessica was here, or who she was at all. So it was best this way, he didn't intend to get violent either. :"Had, don't worry I've made sure she'll be better in a few hours, maybe a day or two, but she'll be fine. Anyway a Tony..he .."He paused..he didn't like talking about Alexia's death, it was so recent, it was a tear jerker for him. "He..murdered Alexia, his powers, I tried to revive him, but i couldn't, she just dissolved her body's gone, so I can't ..heal her" He paused for a moment, as some tears began to slide down his eyes, he was trying to maintain his composure. He sniffled a bit, and made a napkin appear in his hand, which he used to wipe away the tears. "So Jessica came here, have you met Tony recently? Any thing, has he spoken to you? Have you met him. Can you tell me about any confrontation you've had with Tony please."

Emmet watched as Peter cried, for the most part apathetic at the disply. But the smallest part of humanity he'd managed to dredge up did feel bad for Peter " Yes, I know about that and im sorry for your loss. How are your children " he culd only imagine the pain they must be feeling at the loss of there mother. Emmet had assumed that Peter would obviously want revenge on Toney, but on some level he actually liked Tony and he wasnt really doing anything, sans murdering Alexia which didnt truthfully bother him as he wasnt close to him and the attack on Jessica which had been Clyde at the time. Tony was working on a concoction to help tip the scales against the zombies. Tony was a dick, no doubt about that, but still..." Im sure if youve healed Jessica then youve also talked to her about this too. I know only a slight more. After she black out I assisted Tony in his work, in exchange for the antidote to saving Jessica. He handed it to me and we left "

Peter nodded, his Lie Detection hadn't gone off so Emmet was telling the truth, but it wasn't enough he wanted to find Tony, which was hard considering he couldn't use Molly's ability, that was his main method, and painting was much harder to use, Tony could be anywhere, he couldn't decipher his location from paintings maybe back when Civilization was more abundant but the surface was a barren wasteland so now it was much harder. "Thanks, and there not taking it well, some of the Soldiers are taking care of them right now, Tracy went to pick them up..I'm just not in the condition to raise them right now" He said, he was unstable, emotionally unstable, and he knew when his emotions got the better of him, he didn't want his children to be hurt. "Alright then, so..he's working on an antidote against the Zombies" Alright well, the Zombies obviously a big problem, I might have to let him live if I want to bring down Ferlina, but once the Zombie Apocalypse is over and done with, Tony's day is coming. "What kind of "assistance" did he want from you? Your tears?" He asked referring to his tears regenerative qualities.

Emmet shrugged " Immortal unkillable help. Basically I was a test dummy. He injected me with a few of his test ones until we finally found the correct mix. As for where Tony is at this present moment, I havent a clue " whic was true. Tony was definetly no longer at the arctic. He would be out, talking to certain people to execute whatever his plans were.

Peter nodded, what he said make sense, and there was no lies yet, he sighed, he was no closer to locating Tony, he wondered if he ever could, even if he used super speed, the landscape was so empty, it would be near impossible. "I see that makes sense" He said in response to the comments about being immortal." well then thanks for the help" He slumped down into the chair, and sighed, he had no way of avenging Alexia's death, or reviving her, plus he had to let Tony live anyway since he seemed to have the key to stopping the Zombie problem. "Well thanks, do you mean If I have some meatloaf..it's just I can't cook, and Alexia's..well you know" He said, with a sad look.
Emmet starred at Peter for awhile, finally he sighed " Yeah....I suppose it's ok " sheer sympathy was staying a biting comment. The guys wife had just been killed and he was a mess. Emmet didnt feel that was his problem, nor Gabriels for that matter. But still what was the saying about doing a good deed? For the life of him he couldnt remember, but for the time being, Peter being there was bearable.

Peter nodded, he was glad Emmet hadn't sent him away, ever since she died he was having mood swings, from angry, to spiritual, to just plains sad again. With the situation with Tony being like it was, he was back to just being sad, all he wanted was for Tony to die a slow painful death at his hands. "Thanks Emmet" He said as he leaned up a bit, he hadn't eaten in a long while.

Gabriel opened his eyes, his mind brooding over what he'd just learned " Godric " he said to name outlowd. Making it more real. So Emmets twin brother was named Godric. It seemed they shared similar abilities. In immortality anyways. He saw Cassamdra and Alucard playing near the entrance of the mobile unit. Cassandra saw him

" Daddy, some man is talking to mommy. He was scary and he had a scar " she ran her little finger across her face and Gabriel instantly knew who she meant. Gabriel was in the mobile unit in an instant before a nano second. He looked from Peter sitting down and Emmet leaning against the counter. Accessing the situation quickly, he realized nothing bad was happening and immediately relaxed.

Emmet blinked and Gabriel was standing right next to him " Oh, just in time. Go tell everyone Dinners ready " he smiled in a reassuring way to tell his husbad that everything was fine " Peters joining us "

Gabriel nodded teleported outside " Time to eat " he would leave Jessica for now. She still needed to rest.

5 A.Y. Oil Crew

Chris chuckled as he began driving out of the huge parking lot and out of the camp. The parking lot was made to be close to the edge of the camp, only because driving wasn't really needed within the camp. He took his time answering Keith, pretending that he had ignored him. The huge vehicle came to a stop after a mile of Chris playing nothing but Bob Marley. Chris slammed hard on his breaks at lowered the music.

"Alright Godric, work your magic!" Chris said before finally turning to Keith. Jacob had created a clone that appeared outside of the truck. "Remember when you said you didn't want to move the oil... Well that's your job. You and I are going to get the oil from point A to point B. You might get your hands dirty." Chris informed. He turned his attention to Jacob. "We'll need some superchargers Jake." Jacob nodded, ready to have clones fill the backseats.

2010: Vegas

Nicole looked around the hotel lobby with wide eyes, marveling at everything. It was grand, overall. She rode up in the elevator, sticking close to Nate as they did, and cast a glance up at her father, "Dad, have I ever met Cousin Azrael? I mean, I don't remember, but does he know about me?" She asked. She was kind of excited, but also unnerved by her family almost never mentioning him. It was like meeting Jessica all over again. So many family members she had never met before entering into the picture, it was utterly fascinating.

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2010: The School

Swiss heard Travis' last thought and his mind raced. He heard shouting from nearby and bolted off in that direction, coming upon his fallen friend, "Dammit, it's times like this I with I could duplicate speed." He muttered, rolling his friend onto his back and putting his head to his chest, "Breathing…barely. Shit, someone call 911 already!" He said, spawning a motorcycle and trying to lift Travis onto it, “What the hell happened?” This question was directed at Tabitha.

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2010: A Forest about to be Decimated

Claire was a little surprised where they had landed and like Terry she had just remained silent and let Magix do most of the talking. She remembered the first time she had met Magix and how he had known she had an ability so she wasn't surprised that he was able to tell that this guy had one. When it came around to her turn to speak Claire spoke up. "Umm I have rapid cellular regeneration.. basically I can heal myself" Claire admitted, however she left out the bit where she can heal others. She didn't like people knowing that she could do that.

Magix laughed a bit. “Video games, eh? Well that is certainly interesting although I haven’t had much time for them lately.” After Terry and Claire spoke out Magix moved over and let him see everyone better. “Well you know what we can do now. I guess that we should be going then. We do have somewhere that we really should be.” He turned to Terry and Claire. “Are you both ready to go?”

Terry nodded, "Ready as I'll ever be I suppose." He said with a shrug, not really taking interested in the current conversation.

Brenden stood up suddenly, "You're leaving already? Do you guys know where the school for specials is? I really don't know how to control my powers, and it's kind of draining to randomly put people into a videogame for hours on end, not to mention worth a bit of trouble."

Claire nodded her head when Magix asked if she was ready to go. She didn't want to go but she was ready to go. She listened as Brenden spoke up about not knowing how to control his powers or knowing where the school was. Claire glanced at Magix before looking back at Brenden. "We don’t really have time to take you to the school... but if you didn't want to be left alone then I'm sure that it wouldn't be such a big deal if you tagged along" Claire said, not wanting to leave him behind. She knew what it felt like to be different and outcast and just wanting to be with people who understood her.

Magix didn't know of any school for specials, but Claire was right about the time restraints. "Yeah she is right, we don't have much time. You are welcome to come with us though. Although it is going to be dangerous. It's complicated, but i assure you it will be dangerous." He didn't care if the kid came along or not, he honestly just wanted to get all this over with.

Brenden weighed his options. Stick with powerful allies, or wander around aimlessly, only to be shot in the ass by the government? Hmm, "I guess. Even assured danger is better than danger that could come at any time, whenever. I'm Brenden, if you guys are cool with it." He said as he stuck his hand out to Magix, "So, what exactly are we doing that you have no time and is assuredly dangerous?"


Magix reached out and shook his hand. “Well then Brenden you can join our happy go lucky group if you want.” He looked around as Brenden asked what they were going to do. “I could tell you a lie, but I don’t see that helping things. I’m hunting down a few Super powered serial killers for vengeance. I plan to kill them. Claire is my fiancée so she doesn’t want to leave me alone, and Terry is here to tell me how much of a dumbass plan this is, though I won’t give it up. Knowing that are you still willing to come?”

Brenden shrugged, "Final Bosses are never easy, but you can't just quit the game because something’s tough. Why live life if you won't enjoy it." He asked, knowing he did have an escape plan if things got bad, "So, super powered serial killers. What are these killer's powers? And do they have a weakness or something we can exploit?"

Claire wasn't sure how to feel when Brenden said he would come along. It was dangerous and she didn't want to drag anymore people along with them on this mission. However she knew what it was like to be all alone and sometimes that danger was worth it to be with people like yourself. "They don’t have any weaknesses..." Claire mumbled, still not happy about this whole thing. "Sylar takes people’s abilities... so he can pretty much do anything and he also has my ability, so he can’t die. Emmet also can’t die... so this is pretty much pointless" Claire said, explaining a little more.

Magix looked at Claire as she answered Brenden’s question and added the bit about it being pointless. Maybe it was pointless, but they had to know they couldn’t just do what they wanted. That was a lesson Magix learned every time he killed regular people, so why not share his knowledge. “Okay I know that this is stupid, you all don’t have to keep saying it. Everyone has to have a weakness though. I’ll find it, or I’ll just overpower them. That’s all.” Magix spoke it so easily but he was as confident as they were which wasn’t much at all. He shook his head and the floor under them began covering in the shadows. “Are you coming or no?” He just wanted to get this over with once and for all. Sure he’d probably be in the doghouse after it, but that’s better than being dead.

“Talk about God-mode.” Brenden muttered with a shrug as they warped.

Claire watched as the shadows covered the group of them and they were transported into the middle of a clearing. Claire was used to moving through the shadows, it was almost like second nature to her but she knew that for the others this would be a new experience. She glanced around. It looked like any other forest she had been in. However as her eyes circled around she noticed a figure up in the trees, his voice something that she remembered from her nightmares. The color dropped from her face. She didn't want to be here, it was about a million times worse than what she had imagined.

Emmet had gotten back to the mansion earlier. He had parked the car a bit ways from the mansion and walked into the forest. He wasn’t going anywhere in particular. He just wanted to be alone, like always. No matter how much he tried to shake it off, he just couldn’t forget about Gabriel. “Gabriel," he said the name as he sat on his perch. At first he'd loathed the name, preferring Sylar. But time had passed, and his ache and want for the man, causing a sort of adaption and almost fondness for it. He leaned back slightly and starred up into the thick branches, blocking out the sun. He started humming some tune in his head, but it soon evolved into a song he had no recollection of hearing before.

Suddenly Emmet sensed a disturbance in the temperature. He looked down and saw an interesting site. Four people had appeared, out of the shadows. He recognized Magix and Claire instantly, the other man with them was vaguely familiar and the last one was a complete mystery "Well, well, well. Familiar faces, partial, and utter unknowns. To what do I owe this visit?" he cocked his head in genuine interest.

Magix had teleported them through the shadows, noting Claire seemingly ignoring him. He sighed as he looked around the woods they were in. He heard some sort of singing from above followed by a familiar voice. He looked up and glared at the man. "We aren't here for you. Tell me where Jessica is, and we'll be on our way. You can get back to your little recital and I can go do what I came here to do." He didn't have a beef with Emmet, and would rather not fight a useless fight, but he wouldn't back down. His target however was Jessica, and he was going to find her one way or another.

Terry's face took on that of a man staring into the abyss. While this boy had saved his life in his obscure scuffle with someone and had accidentally made Sylar release him long enough for him to get away, he couldn't help but fear the boy, though he tried not to let it show on his face. With his hand downturned, he coated the palm in acid, ready to strike should things turn hostile, the cool liquid doing nothing to his skin.

Brenden, on the other hand, looked up at the boy with dull disinterest. This was the danger; Level 1, by the looks of it. Everyone else looked so tense, though. Was this guy so powerful? He supposed he’d have to wait and find out. If things got bad, he’d just jump into a game and wait it out. He supposed he could jump the others out as well, but he was pretty sure the revenge addict would bite his head off for pulling a stunt like that.

Emmet raised an eyebrow in amusement at Magix tone, "And just what do you want with my mother?" his eyes wandered over to Claire momentarily, standing at Magix’s side. If he had to guess, this reeked of a revenge fiasco.

Claire listened to Emmet speak about what they might want with his mother. The mention of mothers forced a flashback as the image of him killing her mother filled her mind. "Your mother? How about what you did to mine?" Claire said in a quiet voice. There was anger and hurt in her voice but there wasn't aggression. Claire wasn't here to fight. She remained slightly behind Magix though. The thought of being captured was still clear in her mind and she didn't want it to happen again.


Magix looked at Emmet for a second taken aback a bit. His mother? He didn't know for a fact that Jessica was his mother, not that it really mattered. He did kill his own parents, what was one more to add to this list? He looked at Claire as she spoke. She was hurt and if Emmet did that to her, then he would have a reason to make him pay too if it came to that, although he hadn't actually calculated an all out war with a group of murderers. "I'm sure you can guess what I want with her. It's not exactly a tea party. Not after what she did to Claire."

”Oh yeah, she tortured Claire for hours, or something like that. I was busy at the moment with Sy- " He paused in his speech. Hurt crossing his face light a stormy cloud, but passing quickly "Hmm, so it's revenge your after. I’m certainly not one to hinder such actions. But really now, you do know God and I would deal a swift blow in retaliation. The morale of your little party seems pretty pathetic. Surely you know this whole endeavor is pointless. Just leave and go about your lives. Walk down the isle and smile real pretty."

Magix clenched his fist as Emmet spoke however he calmed down, Anger wouldn't aid him here. "I see. It seems you will not tell me where Jessica is then will you? You claim it to be for our sake, yet we know full well the dangers we face. Yet still I do not stray from my path." Magix created a ball of shadow energy in his hand and looked at those behind him. "Please stay back and don't try and help me. If he won't talk I shall make him do so." He turned looking back up at Emmet. "One last chance to tell me where she is. Unless maybe you don't know. Didn't you have a boyfriend that should be here by now? What was his name again?" He began snapping his fingers until the name came to him. "Sylar. That's him right? Where is he? Oh, maybe you scared both him and your mother off. Is that why you won't tell me where she is?"

Emmets smile shifted over to a snarl “You dare much shadow wielder," he spoke through clenched teeth, his fangs barred. It was a front though. There was no way he could do battle with Magix as he was now. He cursed himself, but still the taunt about Sylar was setting his blood afire, the voices of Mr. P and the SU were banging around in his head. His vision began to blur and he clutched his head as pain exploded through his right eye. Suddenly another voice was roaring above the others. Something new and altogether more sinister.

Emmet blinked as he was suddenly standing in infinite darkness. The outline of a figure came into view. Emmet tried to figure out who it was but found he could not. " Little one so full of death and malice. Oh yeeees, you shall do ever soooo nicelllyyy " Suddenly the figure leaped on Emmet and forced his mouth open. Emmet tasted flesh and on impulse he began devouring it "YES, THATS IT, EAT ME, DEVOUR ME WHOLE AND ACCEPT IT!!” Emmet’s body stopped shaking and was deathly still. An eerie laughter slit the area. Emmet pulled his hands away from his face. A psychotic grin plastered on his face. His right eye was completely black, a large red cross in the center " Hmmmm, heheheh well little Shadow standing in the wind. If you wish to fall below and join thy brethren, then who am I to deny thee? " Emmet leaped down onto the ground and the area exploding into a maelstrom of fire around the little group. Though touching momentarily, it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a bay of death.

Claire watched the transformation of Emmet occur and it scared the hell out of her. She had never seen something like that before. It was almost as if he had become possessed. She screamed as suddenly they were surrounded by fire but she didn't back up. She wasn't going to leave Magix. Sure she was scared but she was more scared of loosing the man she was going to marry. "Magix... please, let's just go" Claire said, taking a step forward to stand in line with him. It was stupid and she was half expecting Magix to tell her to go.

Brenden was caught off guard by the freaky laughter coming from the guy in the tree, but when he leaped down and fire erupted around them, he let out a breath of fear. Startling as hell. Maybe not Level 1. Level 1 Boss fight, it looked like. So wait. Did that make him the mini-boss? He was sort of a shitty mini-boss. He would have thought about it more if not for the fact that his sleeve had caught fire. He hurriedly patted himself out and ducked back a bit, "Don't have to tell me twice!"

Terry, on the other hand, had turned himself to acid and had remained unaffected by the flames. As they died, he turned back to normal, laying a hand on Claire's shoulder, "Come on, Claire, let him duke it out for a bit! If we stay here, we're going to get cooked!" He said with a little haste. He knew that Magix was dead-set on doing this, especially thanks to the confession back at the hotel, so standing here and getting in the way wasn't helping. If things got bad, they could step in., but other than that, he'd told them to back off, and lord only knew that he was plenty capable of making them.

Magix witnessed the transformation but stood his ground. As he came down Magix raised a wall of shadows to take the brunt of the attack. He watched the three behind him fall back and then reinforced his wall between Emmet and himself. "Stay back and if things get bad, get them out of here Terry." He looked back at Emmet, him being able to see through the shadows as if it were a clear wall. "So we are taking things up a notch then? So be it." Magix created an identical ball of energy in his other hand and a pair of wings grew on his back. If he was to win, he'd want to overwhelm him quickly.
He quickly flew up shooting the energy down towards the psychotic opponent. As they were going down they broke into smaller blasts, about 12 in all. It was a veritable air strike of sorts that would explode on contact.
Not an explosion of fire, but cold dense shadow energy. The wall he kept up was simply to cover his allies from harm by his own attack. At this point though Magix still kept his distance by flying up in the air. Sure Emmet could fly, but this was his way just to scout Emmet’s ablilities as well as his versatility.

Claire tried to shake Terry's hand off of her shoulder. She could hear the fear in his voice and it matched how she was feeling. She couldn't leave Magix though. It was her fault that this was happening. She shouldn't have told him about what had happened while he was gone. "I'm not leaving" Claire said as she watched Magix grow the shadow wings and move up into the air. She stood there looking up at him, a scared and worried look on her face.

Terry grunted with a bit of irritation, "If you stay here, you'll only be getting in his way! What if Emmet takes advantage of you being in the middle of it and uses it to bait Magix?" He asked, wanting to draw back but holding his position, "There's nothing you can do here, so let's get out of the way!"

Claire turned to look at Terry with an annoyed and frustrated expression. She was about to yell at him, something about not leaving the one she loved when he could die, when she realized that he had a point. She wasn't going to be any help to Magix at all and Terry was right, she could even make things worse. "Fine..." Claire said as she grabbed hold of his arm and rushed back towards the bushes with Terry.

Emmet smile increased as Magix took to the air. If he recalled correctly, Magix manipulation for artful things like wings, was poorly weak. He needed to gain such feats on the heels of someone else’s demise. Not unlike THAT person. Emmet watched his attack of darkness orbs come at him and just shifted slightly. Emmet shot straight up into the air with an echoing sonic boom below. He floated above Magix " Really now, an aerial battle is more my forte," He gathered fire around him and shaped some into fire balls " An eye for an eye, no? " he sent them flying at Magix, there temperatures increasing as they got closer. He wanted to see Magix’s style.

Magix watched Emmet move swiftly around his attack. He was faster then Magix had anticipated. However Magix wasn't new to fighting. He smirked and watched the attacks coming straight for him. He had to think quick or it could be messy. It wasn't exactly dark enough up there yet for him to be able to gather another wall or anything. "An eye for an eye? If you really believed that then you would have given me Jessica." The current thought would be to grow his wings and turn around whipping the wind from the turn to blow the fireballs away, However he wasn't sure it would work and direct hits weren't a pleasant thought. Instead he shifted his created another ball of energy. This time however he shot it above him as a concussive wave. He let the recoil from that blast him downwards to successfully avoid the attack. He broke his dive bomb at the last second and landed on the ground. Under the trees it was plenty dark for him to fight. "Very interesting. This may turn out better then I expected." He created a few swords that floated around his body, ready to strike at a mere thought and opportunity of piercing Emmet's flesh.

Emmet cackled as Magix avoided his attack in a most interesting way. Now he was below and well within his element of the shadows. Emmet looked around the area, he's destroyed a substantial amount. But clearly as long as Shade existed, Magix power would be bolstered. Emmet’s licked his lips in a lewd way and gathered more fire and dispersing it out. He moved his hands around like a conductor and shaped the flames into swords “Turn the world to ash." the swords fell down from the heaves and washed the area in flames

Magix's eyes widened at the next strike. This he wasn't expecting. As his swords came flying down, about 10 Shadow swords covered in electricity flew towards him. As the Swords made contact with the ground burning the trees around, 4 Magix clones as well as the original (for a total of 5), flew up through the flames. They were each armed with two swords each. He noticed a nearby Mansion that wasn't too far from the battle site. "I knew that you were a killer, but I didn't know that you were such a douche bag. Destroying the cover that that mansion apparently wants here. No one would build one out here unless they wanted to stay hidden.”

Emmet starred off in the direction of the mansion. He had completely forgotten the mansion was even there. He then looked down at the damaged terrain. He wondered if Fran would mind the destruction of the area. He then remembered that Godric’s garden was not that far away, and he was sure his brother would be wounded by its loss "I suppose you are right, you slack jawed wretch. Perhaps a change of scenery would be best."

Magix looked around. There were still about half the trees left, spread out. That was enough for him to fight until it got darker out. He smirked. "Sticks and stones. You know it is a tempting offer to change scenery, but I have a better idea. Just tell me where Jessica is and I will do what needs to be done. Then we can just go our separate ways. In any case I think if you don't wanna tell me where she is, then we could just continue here." There was a method to his madness; Emmet may not cut so loose anymore in this area.

Emmet narrowed his eyes. He could see through Magix transparent ploy easily. He didn’t want to damage the are, but really, "Who gives a fuck," his stigma shone, his insanity climbing. He whipped fire around him and formed four fire clones, each brandishing a scythe. "O, sure I’ll be forgiven if the area gets a little scorched. Besides something just came to mind, I owe you this duel very much. While it may not have been you per say, but a future incarnation is quite the same and when you get down to the nitty-gritty of it all. That’s what it's all about! "

Magix shrugged. It was a long shot anyway, and while he did feel bad about possibly ruining the mansion there, whatever. He’d done worse in his life. Magix looked at him like he was even more crazy as he spoke. “A future what? That whole transformation thing you did, that was drug related, wasn’t it? Shoot up some Heroine before fighting me or something? You must have ‘cause your talking utter nonsense now.” One thing did click however, if he’d be forgiven, there was a good chance that he knew the owners of the mansion. Magix would even put a small bet on it that Emmet wouldn’t want to see it destroyed.

Emmet yawned, "Drugs? Hmm, no sorry not my thing; whether you believe it or not, it has occurred. But I digress," Two of the four fire clones darted forward, swinging there scythes. The other two shot downwards, "All there is now is death "

Magix smirked and looked towards the ground for a minute. “Death? There are fates much worse, that I can assure you.” Magix raised his head as the four clones began spurting shadow lightning from their bodies. They charged at the clones created by Emmet as the lightning shot all around them. “Sorry, but I can’t afford to die here, so I’m not going to.” The swords he sent up before spread out around Magix’s clones and using them as lightning rods, he spread out the lightning on a wider range.

Emmet directed his clones around, the lightning dispersing many of them, “No one truly has a choice in it; the waiting is worse then the deed itself." It seemed Magix had formed a web like cage of electricity, with the spider just outside it, "Heh, this is quite interesting Magix, quite so indeed," Emmet commented. He remained immobile, erecting a cocoon of fire around himself. Meanwhile, the two clones Emmet had directed downward, well out of the range of the electric cage, were circling it, exciting the air molecules as their temperatures rose. They circled faster and faster, a ring of fire forming beneath the electric cage. It expanded outward till the cage and real Magix were all within it's area. With a thought, a massive funnel of intense molecular harming flames erupted into being. Emmet cackled as his body melded with the flames. He wondered how Magix had faired and planned his next strike.

Magix saw the fire circle and quickly went inside his cage that was now free of Emmet’s clones. He filled the inside with shadow energy and shrunk the whole thing to a more manageable size. He was now encased in a ball of shadow energy and electricity that he used to blast through the vortex. He rushed it towards Emmet, but knowing he’d never hit Emmet with it directly, electrified shadow tentacles spread from the shield-like construct and rushed for Emmet. Magix’s range was much larger then he had made it appear, and with each passing moment, he was just getting stronger as darkness was quickly consuming every remaining shred of light in the sky.

Emmet’s fire vortex flared up. The insane boys laughter growing louder, "You bloody wanker!! Do you honestly think I fear the dark? I’ve died more times then you’ve jacked off," Emmet began rapidly exciting the molecules in the air, his influence spreading out further and further as his fire did. He ignored Magix’s tentacles and constructed a condensed shield of flames around himself, not feeling this act needed some cliché pun of sorts. Emmet released the energy he'd built up in a massive torrent of light.

Magix saw his tactic and acted quickly. Forfeiting his shield he exploded it in order to clash with the light and buy him some time to put distance between them. Once the clash disappeared Magix was standing in mid-air with his fists clenched. “You wanna be this way? Fine, so be it. There are worse fates then death and I will allow you to have one. I will eradicate everyone close to you, rip them from your fucking life. How’s that sound, Emmy?”

Magix’s body transformed into pure shadow energy, involuntarily unleashing unstable energy around the area. The very ground shook with the shock waves from him standing in the air. “I think I’ll start with that Mansion. Maybe if I’m lucky Mommy’s in there and I can kill two birds with one stone.” He pointed at the mansion where two clones looking exactly like Magix stood above it. They were mere explosives as Magix’s rage finally started to take over. He had to watch it or the shadows them self could potentially take over and destroy everything around.

“You’d do well to fear the dark” he said as the sky turned black from his ability. “You know nothing of that awaiting death you spoke of. Your immortality is your weakness. All the strength in the world, but you can do nothing to protect against time. I’m gonna rip that feeling from you now. You’ll learn to fear me, more than time. Starting with that mansion and then I’m gonna rip out that fucking weird eye of yours.”

Claire could hardly bear to watch what was going on in front of her. She was so scared that something would happen to Magix, that he would get hurt and... She couldn't even bring herself to think of that. He had promised her that he would be alright, yet Claire knew that he had no authority to make that promise. Who knew what could happen? Especially when Magix was fighting someone like Emmet who couldn't die. All she could do was sit there and watch. With each attack she winced. It was like torture.

Not only was she scared of what could happen to Magix but she was also scared of who he was becoming. Claire had never really seem him fight like this. It was like he had become a completely different person to the man she had fallen in love with. He was strong and angry and violent... he was anything but the soft, sensitive, and caring person who had asked her to marry him. It was confronting and Claire had to remind herself that he was just in battle mode, that this wasn't who he really was.

As she sat there with Terry and Brenden her whole body was trembling. She just wanted them to stop.

Emmet was yawning as Magix went on his tirade. Really, the guy had his head waaay to far up his ass. In his current mindset he found it hard to give a damn about the blasted mansion, or his family inside. If he blew it up, it would make a pretty picture indeed. An odd sensation rippled through him suddenly, he rubbed his right eye, flashes of Jessica, Godric, Jill, and Fran went through his mind. No, he couldn’t let them be harmed. Could he? In the end, it was that he liked the structure of the building that stilled them. He rolled his eyes at the encroaching darkness. Who did this guy think he was? "Yes, yes that’s quite lovely, but must you prattle on. Fear you? Out of the question. You do better to fear yourself," as Emmet spoke his body dissolved away, turning into flames of pure white. In the distance, four fire clones sprang to life.

They encircled the two shadow clones, streams of fire connecting them. A sphere of accelerated molecular energy formed around them. The sphere lifted them up as high as Emmet could from the distance and detonated. He smiled as the explosion went off, unleashing a large wave, leaving the mansion unharmed, "Heh, it seems time will be the winner in the end," A dome of flame erected around the mansion, "Heh, What do you know of the Immortal? You yourself will fade to dust eventually, whereas dear Claire will stay youthful as she is, even on your deathbed when you’re a decrepit old geezer, tsk tsk. Why don't I return your offer in just, " He shot straight at Magix in a massive blast of heat, "I'LL SEND YOU OFF TO THE ABYSS WHILE YOUR PASSION IS AT IT'S PEAK!

Magix watched his clones be destroyed and Emmet speak to him about fear and immortality. “Shut your smug ass. You say I should learn to fear myself? I fear myself and what I can do every day of my life. You know nothing of the pain I live with. I’ll let time win this battle for one day it will claim us all. Well, most of us. I think I’ve seen what you can do though. Now that darkness covers the sky, it’s time to get serious. You like to attack on a molecular level; well I can do that too.” Magix’s body became less like compacted energy and more unstable. A few clones were created just like him. They all created rotating orbs of shadow energy in their hands. Each armed with two of these orbs, the four of them (3 clones, 1 original) rushed in at Emmet, using energy in their wings to speed in quickly. Emmet would have a tough time dodging this and even if he went all fiery, a molecular attack such as this would still deal a great amount of damage. He did feat a retaliatory strike for strike, however you couldn’t always play it safe and if it meant hitting the psycho, it was worth it.

Emmet smirked as Magix summoned more clones. This time though, each held a rotating orb of darkness. It seemed Magix was taking this to the molecular level as well and with the darkness so thick in the area, he was stronger now. Not that it mattered to Emmet in the least bit. He floated perfectly still and made no move to defend himself. As the attacks slammed into him, Emmet screamed and his body exploded, but not in flames, but blood and gore. His head went flying, the insane grin still present on his face. A storm of fire exploded out, "Hmm, going for the kill, in that I'll give you some credit. But really, time and death are somebody else’s problems, as you can see," the flames began to converge, taking shape. But what they formed was certainly not Emmet, in a human sense. It was a fox-ish creature, with nine long tails wafting behind him. With blinding speed, Emmet’s tails all zoomed through the air at flight speed, the air hissing as he speared the clones and aimed at the real Magix.

Magix stared at Emmet. He had killed him but he revived in some kind of fox thing. These tails came whizzing at him and killed his clones but in the dark Magix just teleported out of the way. He put some distance between them. They were pretty evenly matched as much as Magix didn’t want to admit it. He was starting to run lower on energy as his ability did rely on a lot of it. He covered in the shadows and when they dispersed he was wearing a cloak of them, with a sword in his hands.

“You can’t die true, but I can’t imagine that revival skill of yours not taking a toll on your natural fighting energy as well as the rest of your techniques. Am I right? The way I see it, we’re gonna beat the hell out of each other until one runs out of the ability to fight. So I just need to make sure that you fall first.” His sword began to glow with a blood red shadow as he raised his sword above his head. He brought it down unleashing a blast of black and deep red energy resembling a shockwave from the blade. It moved quickly and was backed with a lot of power. It definitely packed a punch.

Emmet’s body returned to normal. He smirked toothily at Magix "Quite the opposite, but I must agree, this is a duel that can go on for eternity, and I’d rather spend it doing other things. Let the next clash settle this!" White fire swirled around Emmet in an intense inferno. Forming a long sword in his grip, A fiery aura flared up behind Emmet in the form of wings and a large spinning halo. Emmet raised his sword up, the halo spinning even faster, the molecules being pushed to the highest point. A white aura of light enveloped Emmet for a moment before being absorbed into his blade. Emmet swung down a blast of concentrated white fire was unleashed in the form of a shockwave, its speed and power mirroring Magix attack. The two met and a massive explosion went off.

Magix and Emmet’s attacks clashed. Neither was the victor, they just evenly clashed once more. They were destined to be rivals forever it seemed. Magix stared at him frustrated. “We can’t be this evenly matched. I have to be stronger. To protect all that is dear to me.... I have to WIN!!!!” Magix raised his sword once more, with immense energy gathering inside of it. This wasn’t an attack that should be used in a fight. This was meant to just destroy anything and everything. It wasn’t one anyone should use. That much raw power, bringing death and destruction. Nothing good could come from it. Nothing.

Emmet laughed psychotically “Indeed. Magix in this moment, you are mein precious archenemy, mein rival und Ich am yours!!" he raised his own sword again. This entire areas temperature was escalating to a dangerous level. This attack would obliterate everywhere form of life for the next 20 miles, all would return to hell, in this storm of sin.

Claire had sat there watching her future husband and a mad man battle it out. At times she wanted to run out and stop the two of them but she was also afraid of getting in-between the two of them. They were both crazy... even Magix. Claire had never seen him like this and it was as if he was losing it. This scared her more than anything. He was always in control yet here he was, very much not in control of what was happening.

Finally she couldn’t take it any longer... Claire couldn’t sit there and watch the two of them try to kill each other any longer. Getting up from where she was Claire stormed out into the clearing. She then positioned herself between the pair of them, looking from one to the other with disgust.

“For God’s sake, stop it!” Claire screamed out at the two of them as she walked back out into the clearing, beads of sweat running down the back of her neck from the extreme temperatures. “Look at yourselves! You are both a disgrace. This fight isn’t going anywhere, it’s just going around and around in circles. Just stop it already!” Claire said, tears of frustration running down her flushed cheeks. “No one is going to win... just give up” She yelled. Claire had no idea if they were going to listen to her or not but she couldn’t watch it any longer.

When Claire’s voice pierced his ears he stopped immediately and got rid of his attack. His sword disappeared altogether and he looked at Claire. She was right and if she didn’t want this, was it really his place to take revenge? Had he been that blind and stupid? Yes, yes he had. He turned to Emmet, the mansion was behind Magix.

“If you unleash that then your friends and family will die too. It isn’t worth it anymore. All we can gain is hurting the ones we love from this. It isn’t my revenge to strive for. If Claire is against it, I should have never come.” He turned back to Claire a tear running down his face from his stupidity. “I’m sorry, Claire. This should never have even happened. I was foolish to come here.” Magix awaited Emmet’s response. He wanted to continue to apologize but when he could be destroyed, it wasn’t exactly the best time to try and kiss and make up.

Emmet halted his attack as Claire came out into the open, screaming up at them. He ignored her and turned back to Magix, but it seemed the master had tugged on his chain and pulled the fight out of him. He cocked his head to the side as Magix mentioned hurting his loved ones, his gaze falling on the mansion. His right eye twitched for a few seconds then stopped. Emmet’s flames disappeared, "Hmm the air of battle has disappeared it seemed. Revenge is an interesting thing indeed, one can strive to achieve it, even when it's not their own to do so. Very well, Magix, Claire, the two meat bags cowering. This has been fairly interesting indeed. I dare say you’ve taken my mind off heartache," he cackled eerily for a moment, "Well good day to you. I daresay we shall meet on the field of battle again, and again. All the way up to your coffin in time. Bye-bye," as he spoke, his body was slowly breaking away into flames until finally he was gone completely.

Claire was glad when Magix seemed to break out of his trance. He really was scaring her with his change of attitude. Also the longer this went on, the more chance there was of Magix getting seriously hurt. There was only so much that her blood could do. When Magix said he was sorry she just nodded her head. Claire was still not happy with him, he hadn't listened to her when she said she didn't want him to do this. These last few minutes of the fight had been excruciating and every hit to Magix was like a hit to herself.

When Emmet spoke up Claire turned to glare up at him. She just shook her head. There were no words she could think of which explained her feelings towards Emmet. It was so much more than hate and if she could, Claire would have killed him right there and then. However unlike Magix, Claire knew it was pointless. They were both immortal so a fight would only result in pain for them both and no outcome. Instead she just turned away and looked to Magix.

“Can we get out of here, please?” Claire asked. This had been worse than what she had thought it would be, and it didn’t help her feel any more positive about what the future would hold.

Magix glared at Emmet as he spoke. God, did he want to kill him over and over again, but it was pointless and would only lead to the deaths of others. He just turned to Claire after Emmet had left and nodded. He put his hand on her shoulder. “No more vengeance. It’s not worth taking the chance on losing you. You were right the whole time. I was just to stubborn to listen.” Magix walked with her over to Terry and Brenden and just sighed. “Let’s get the fuck out of here and never come back.” The group was covered in the shadows and teleported away. They appeared in front of Angela’s mansion. “Time to start getting away from the chaos, don’t you think?"

As they teleported, Terry gave Brenden a grin, “Told you so.” Brenden sighed and shuffled around in his wallet, passing Terry a ten. Terry nodded and put the ten in his pocket, not even bothering to look at it. To the couple, he said, “Yeah, I believe you two have a wedding to plan. So…where are we?”

Brenden had been watching the fight with the eyes of a man transfixed. These two powers going head to head, in a battle with no end in sight. He was kind of irritated when Claire ran out and stopped it, but he didn’t voice these opinions. Instead, he said, “Jesus, that was insane. I mean…that was just…” He couldn’t even think of a word to describe what exactly it was. Finally, he settled with, “Epic.”

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2010: The Carnival

Peter awoke slowly. It had been a long time since he'd gotten so much rest. He slowly climbed out of bed, heading into the bathroom of the trailer, and flicking on the light switch. He slowly closed the door so as to not wake Sierra and yawned, stretching his muscles and opening the medicine cabinet. There we some extra toiletries, so he pulled them out. ‘Alright, time to freshen up, and then I guess I’ll go see Nathan.’ He thought to himself, as he began brushing his teeth. As much as he wanted to finish this up quickly, he couldn’t for some reason. ‘The hell?’ He thought, deciding not to pay much attention to it. He finished his morning routine and threw on some Jeans and a white T shirt, making his way outside. He still couldn't move fast. He turned back to the trailer, and then looked up at the clouds. He began hovering, before he floating a good three dozen feet off the ground.

“Alright, I'm not a normal at least." He muttered, looking down and squinted, trying to gather concussive energy in his eyes or sparks of electricity in his finger tips. “They’re gone...they’re all gone. What the hell? So it's back to flight?” He looked down at his hands. "That’s just great," He let out a sigh, as he drifted a little higher in the sky, observing his surroundings and wondering what was next.

Sierra cracked an eye and yawned. She sat up and looked around, but Peter was nowhere to be found. This fact instantly sparked fear in her. She sat up, more than a little alarmed at his sudden disappearance, hugging the covers to her chest, “Peter?” she called, her voice wavering a little. ‘Tell me I didn’t get tricked. Please, for the love of god, tell me I didn’t get tricked.’ She pulled on her clothes from the previous day, checking the trailer. His clothes were still there, and a pair of jeans and a shirt was missing from the closet. Her clothes were only partially buttoned and just thrown on, and unlike usual, she didn’t look clean, tidy, and professional. As she pushed open the door of the trailer, her gaze shifted back and forth before shifting up. Where was he going? And without even letting her know, “Peter! Where are you going?” She shouted up to him. Was he leaving her, after everything that had happened? Was this really just another sick joke played on her by life? She shook the thoughts off. Of course not. He just didn’t want to wake her. He would never do something like that to her.

Peter just looked around. He'd promised the world he would help Specials, though he had pretended to be Nathan. Could he really be the spokesperson for Specials, and help them in his current state? "Well, someone has to, and at least I still have powers. I can still be a hero, hell, I can do it without powers." He said, giving himself confidence. The sun was rising and he embraced the warm rays; it felt good to be in the air again. Flying was the power he'd always wanted and now he had it, but he'd lost everything else. As he was about to go even higher, he heard Sierra calling out his name so he turned to look down at her. He could see the entire Carnival from here. ‘Heh, maybe Samuel won't bug me to be his right hand man now, unless he needs a human airplane. He thought sarcastically before deciding to head back to the ground. Even if he had useless powers, he had more important things. As he got closer to the ground, he smiled at her, "Hey Sierra, I was trying not to-" Before he could say another word, the sound of a gunshot rang out and a bullet whizzed past him, grazing his right arm. The sudden jolt of pain caused him to lose control and he hit the ground with a groan. "Damn it! Sierra, get down!”

She smiled as Peter began to descend, but the sound of a gunshot caused her to whirl around, blades shooting out of her wrists and bio-armor automatically going up, her eyes scanning for the shooter. She backpedaled to where Peter was sprawled on the ground and knelt beside him, putting herself between where the bullet had approximately come from and Peter’s body, “Are you alright? It looks like it just grazed you, but your wound…it isn’t healing…” She muttered as she put a hand over it and healing it for him, “What’s going on? Did you see where the bullet came from?”

Peter winced as he leaned up. He was lucky; the bullet had only grazed him, but it still hurt like hell. He hated pain so much, but he liked to feel everything else. He supposed there was no use whining about it, his priority was to learn about the shooter. He got to his knees. "I'm fine, but I can't heal anymore. My powers…I don't what happened, but they’re all gone. I'm back to grabbing one at a time." He said, standing up. He wished he had a fire-arm or something. Just yesterday he had thought about stocking up money and weapons, irony at its cruelest. He shook his head as Sierra spoke, "No, I wasn't looking in that direction. Look, Samuel has a storage unit where he keeps weapons. I remember from back when I came to the carnival with Swiss, Rene, and Travis,” As he finished speaking, more gunshots rang out, clearly from different weapons, and screams began to emanate from the direction of the main tents, "Damn it. Multiple shooters. I need to find Samuel. Can you boost your sight and find him," He asked a bit panicked; who where the shooters and why where they after the Carnies?

Sierra was growing a little panicked herself. Who the hell were these guys? Why were they shooting at them? They were attacking her home, her family, and her boyfriend. She was getting a little pissed off. She turned back to Peter, “If you can only have one at a time, then take mine. It isn’t like the arsenal you had, but it’s served me well enough.” She said, planting a kiss over Peter’s lips and giving him the chance to copy her ability. When she finished, she stood up, enhancing her eyesight and looking around. All she could see was people running and taking cover. There didn’t seem to be any shooters in the crowd. Where were they?

Peter just wanted this all to be over. His life was like a never ending action movie and now he'd exposed himself. He just wanted to help specials gain control of their powers. Flight was useful, but not when dealing with snipers. He didn't know if he wanted to give it up since it was the only reminder he had of his missing brother, but with flight he'd be slaughtered. As he kissed Sierra, a yellow glow erupted as their lips touched. "If it's worked for you, it'll work for me," He said, as he made identical enhancements as Sierra had. ‘This ability really is amazing.’ He thought to himself as he looked around. Sierra was already scanning the crowd, so his eyes turned toward the mountains. The flash of a scope and minimal movement told him everything, "The Shooters are snipers. Head up to the mountain ranges to disarm them. You can move faster than they can react." He said, as he spotted Samuel forming a shield made of earth. "I'm going to go grab Samuel.” He put his hands on her shoulders, “I love you Sierra. Stay safe." With that, he raced off, using Bio-speed to make his way over to the ringleader of the Carnival.

Sierra nodded, “I love you too, Peter. Be careful, you’re not superman anymore,” before they split ways. She quickly searched the mountains, coming across one of the snipers by sheer luck. She yanked him from his hiding place and held him by his throat, hoisting him off the ground as his feet dangled uselessly over air. He kicked at her a few times, but after nearly breaking his foot, he figured it was probably best to simply hang there, “Who the hell are you!? Why are you coming after my family?” Sierra growled, slamming the man into a tree, “We’re just trying to live peacefully, and here you all are shooting up the place! Who do you work for!?”

The Sniper held his gun, opening fire on the unaware Carnies. The superhuman carnies. ‘Freaks, all of them. They need to rot in hell.’ He thought to himself, but he was taken by surprise. He tried to escape, injuring himself in the process, so he figured he'd give up, his weapon was out of reach anyway, and this special was far too powerful for him to bring down, "Me, I'm Donovan Camp, served in the Military. And why? Because you’re a freak of nature. That, and you killed my parents! You’re-" He let out a yelp of pain as he was slammed against the tree. "You think because you stopped ME it's over? There's plenty more members of my family out there. You’ll pay for who you killed. You’re an abomination!”

Peter raced over to Samuel, who was sustaining an earth shield. "Samuel!”

Samuel let a sigh of relief. "Peter! I was about to send Edgar to get you, we need your help. What's going on, who's attacking us?" Samuel paused for a moment and was trying to hide his thoughts. He knew Peter could read minds, but he couldn't hide it for long, ‘I have to tell him. Peter you can't tell anybody. He thought, but Peter just stood there waiting him to finish his response.

"Samuel, what's going on!?" Samuel turned away from him, as he began working on making another wall of earth around the tents. Peter sighed, "Samuel, look I have a problem, but don't tell the others. When I woke up something was wrong with my powers."

Samuel raised an eyebrow." What do you mean ‘wrong’?”

Peter sighed. "I can only take one power at a time, I'll find out why later, but right now I need to help defend my new home." Samuel nodded, and Peter touched Samuel’s shoulder, replicating his ability. He quickly began using his ability, extending it to the mountain range and using it to detect people's presence on the earth. ‘There are six shooters; with all the Carnies around I have enough power. He opened up the ground, formed stairs, and bolting down them, closing the hole he made and suddenly wishing he had a flash light. "Guess I'll just have to follow my earth-radar." He sighed, heading towards the mountains..

Sierra’s face softened up for a moment, “I’m sorry to hear about your family.” She set him down and healed his injury, “We’re not bad people. Not all of us. Sure some of us can fly, and some of us are quick, but we’re not monsters. We’re just as human as anyone else. What you’re doing isn’t right. You’re killing innocent people. These people are outcasts, sent from their homes by people who called them freaks and weirdoes and monsters. But we aren’t monsters. It’s just like any other person; we can be good or evil. I bleed like you do, I breathe like you do, I think just as you do. Aside from an ability, what sets us apart?” She asked, trying to show him the error of his ways. She didn’t want this to turn violent, because that would only lead to problems.

Donovan was surprised by the woman's change in demeanor; he had expected to die. But it didn't matter. ‘I hope Bill and them can kill that Sullivan bastard at least.’ These other guys might be pawns, but still… If there in their way, they were going to pay. But this woman…she seemed sympathetic, and he felt his injuries go away. "Innocent people? Birds of a feather flock together, have you heard that one? What did my family do to deserve death? My family died, and you know who killed them? Samuel Sullivan! He made a massive sinkhole and killed them. My family and friends! How can you all claim innocence, but then work with a mass murderer!?” He yelled out in anger. He just wanted Samuel dead. He just glared at her, "Me and my family…the one's still alive…We've been trying to find the bastard for months. We looked everywhere, and it wasn't until Petrelli's announcement that we finally found him. So maybe you’re right. Maybe not all specials are bad. But he is." He said eyeing his gun.

Sierra’s gaze followed his to his gun, “Don’t do it.” She said firmly, but non-confrontationally, “How do you know it was Samuel? Abilities aren’t exclusive to one person you know. And even if it was Samuel, we don’t always have control over our abilities, especially when they first manifest. It’s like when a child is born, they do not have control over their bodies. The same is true for a special. When their abilities manifest, they are not within our control. There are children down there. Women and children. And you’re just firing away on us.”

She paused for a moment, turning her back slightly on the man. It was somewhat of a test, really. If he did grab his gun and shoot her, even the high caliber bullet would likely either bounce off or get stuck in her skin, causing a superficial injury. She continued, “If I were a killer, would we be having this conversation? I’ll be honest with you, if I wanted, I could quite honestly kill you before you even knew what was happening. But I didn’t do that, did I? I know that this doesn’t excuse what happened to your family, but would your family really want you killing innocent people? In a sense, aren’t you becoming, by shooting at us, the very same thing that you came here seeking vengeance on? If you kill these innocent people, you’re making yourself into the thing you wish to destroy. Why not talk to him? I’m sure what he did was not meant to hurt anyone. Samuel is a good person who helps people. He wouldn’t kill a bunch of people for no reason.”

Donovan was about to lurch for his gun. She'd said not too, but of course; she didn't want to get shot. But then again, she said some of them could fly, some of them were quick, but she was quick and strong. He'd nearly broken his leg kicking her. She was like Superwoman. ‘Maybe I shouldn't piss this one off. Guns might not work on her. I might need to use flash grenades or something, but at such close range, I'm screwed. I'll be affected by anything I use against her.’ However now she was making him angry. "How did I know? Because Samuel's known my family, his family hates my family. When the house was destroyed, I wasn't home, but I was coming home and I saw him! He stood there with a grin, and walked away! This was just a year ago! Are you telling me he just happened to lost control right near the house of a family he hated and opened a sinkhole by accident?" He knew Sierra wasn't trying to be hostile, but the fact that she defended the man who decimated most of his loved one's including his wife infuriated him, "Samuel is like the Superman to you guys. Innocents aren’t meant to be hurt, but we can't go down there. We can't get within close range with Sullivan, because I've seen his powers. Once he sees me, he can just make the ground swallow me. Distance is the only way to bring him down." He paused. "My Family wouldn't want me to kill innocent…people...” He pondered this thought, but regained his composure. "They wouldn't want me letting murderers live. You all, do you want to risk the lives of your women and children for that man? How much do you really know about Samuel Sullivan? Let me guess, he leaves behind notes saying he's on a mission or something like that! What do you think those missions are? Look at the news, all the strange earth-quake activity. Look at the victims. With some research you can put two and two together, maybe ask Samuel some questions next time he's heading out." He leaned down to grab his gun, pointing it at Sierra's back. But he wasn't intending on shooting her. He had a target he'd locked onto, and it was Samuel Sullivan himself. "Samuel helps your people and kills ours. But he won't be doing anything anymore." He said pulling the trigger, sending the bullet on a beeline for Samuel's head.

The bullet literally whizzed over Sierra's shoulder. She was lost deeply in what he said until the trigger was pulled on his gun and the loud crack of the miniature explosion within the barrel went off. Even she couldn't see as far as a sniper rifle scope could. She whirled around, her face one of surprise and of anger, but instead of doing anything to the sniper, she simply snatched his gun, broke it in two, and took the scope off the weapon, using it to look around the carnival grounds. What had he shot? What had he shot!? Her movements were too frantic, too shaky. She turned to him with wide eyes, "What did you do!?"

Peter knew there were six targets, but he could detect a seventh person near one of the snipers. Sierra. One of the snipers was on the edge of the cliff, and he made the cliff break off, causing the sniper to fall to his death. He opened up a hole and emerged from the tunnel, shielding his eyes from the bright light as he formed a blade made of earth. He spotting another sniper and lunged forward and stabbed the woman in the neck, blood spurted out as her carotid was torn. He moved his head back to avoid the arterial spray. A third sniper had heard the commotion and was stood on a cliff above Peter, his face clearly showing the anger he felt. As he went to pull the trigger, Edgar zipped forward and disarmed the sniper, killing him instantly by throwing some knives into his chest.

He sent Peter a smirk, "Heh, saved your ass, superman. That’s one you owe me." Peter simply let out a sigh as he nodded. Edgar didn’t know how true that statement really was, "Yeah...you saved me."

Edgar shrugged, "How many more?"

Peter concentrated for a moment before returning to meet Edgar’s eyes, "Three more, and Sierra's taking care of one."

Edgar showed him a small object pinched between his thumb and forefinger, "We need to hurry. They have communicators."

Peter's eyes widened for a moment, "I can take care of myself. Head back to the camp and check on the others.”

Edgar nodded and ran back toward camp. Just as Peter was dusting himself off from that, he heard the gunshot near Sierra's area, and began sprinting towards her. He gathered several shards of earth, and sharpening them as he neared her and Donovan. "Sierra!" He yelled out to her, as Donovan was on his knees laughing. The bullet had been fired, and his family was avenged. "I made sure Sullivan would never hurt anyone else, but I'm in a good mood. I'll leave and my family will too. With Sullivan dead, I have no beef with any of you." Samuel had been turning around heading back to a tent, the bullet narrowly missing his head and hitting him in the chest. He fell to the ground as the bullet barreled through him and simply coughed out blood.

Samuel was dead. That was the only thing she could think of. Samuel was dead. The man who had been like a father to her was dead. And it was her fault. She had shown compassion, shown remorse, and it had killed Samuel. The sniper was mocking her now, laughing. Laughing at her pain. She let out a scream that was somewhere between a roar and a scream of agony. Two bone blades immediately grew out of her wrists and she whirled around, stabbing one right through Donovan’s chest and the other through his stomach, effectively pinning him to the tree, “You may have no beef with me, but I shall make sure that none of your blood leaves this mountain range!” She screamed into his face, her teeth growing out like fangs as she bit deeply into his throat, tearing out his esophagus and spitting it out, watching the blood burst out of him like a sprung dam. She took off in a blind sprint, her thermal vision picking out the rest of the snipers. The first she came to never even saw it coming. He was about twenty some odd years old with an old hunting rifle. She decapitated him without even stopping. The next she came to was a thirty some odd year old woman, with a bit more advanced a weapon. She cut her in half and picked her up by her head, hurling her off the mountain and watching her body fall limply to the rocks bellow. The final sniper saw her coming. He was a fifty some odd year old man with graying hair and a hunting rifle. She stabbed him multiple times before finally running him through and kicking him off her blade. As his body hit the ground, so too did the blades fall from her hands. Her eyes were wide with fear and desperation. She sprinted back to Peter and forced herself into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder, “Samuel is dead! Dead! It’s entirely my fault! And now I killed an entire family…I am a monster. A fucking monster!” She shouted, though it was muffled through her face being pressed into Peter’s shoulder. She was coated in blood, from her face and hair to her arms to her legs, with bloody strands of hair plastered to her face by her pressing it against his shoulder.

As Peter neared Sierra, and the shooter, he planned to unleash the rock shards on him, and the other snipers at machine gun like speeds, but Sierra seemingly vanished. He couldn't follow her movements anymore as she slaughtered Donovan and the others Snipers, before making her way over to him and embracing him with tears in her eyes, crying about murder. He'd killed too; he'd been against killing but over time he'd changed. How could you be a hero in a world filled with villains? "Sierra, Sierra! Samuel might not be dead! He only shot once, he could have missed," Looking down from the mountain ranges he saw Edgar rush over to Samuel, bringing him inside a tent, “They weren't human! THEY were monsters, killers of innocent people! None of us deserved this, none of us! There are innocent people, women, children, and babies." He said as he replicated her ability. "I love you, Sierra, because you aren’t a monster. We can still go down there, and help heal the injured. I just borrowed your ability; we can go down there, save Samuel and the others still alive before they bleed out!”

Sierra nodded a little, letting him lead her back down toward the carnival. So far it didn’t seem as though anyone had been wounded too terribly. It seemed like they had only been firing to draw Samuel out. She did her work without saying anything, but the look of almost complete emotionless was evident throughout the healing process, even as the wounded thanked her and hugged her. One thought echoed around in her head. ‘You’re just…like…me.’ It was Jessica. Taunting her. When she lost her temper, or she let her emotions get away with her, she was just like her old self. Finally all of the wounded were healed, and Sierra sat herself on one of the treatment beds, across from Samuel. She wanted to ask about the shooter’s words, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe them. They merely wanted to cripple the carnival. That was all there was to it. Samuel’s breathing was steady and the bleeding and most of his injuries had been fixed. She went back to her trailer to rest.

Peter was glad to help Sierra heal people; healing was a power he'd always enjoyed having. The ability to heal others, to make their wounds dissipate was always a pleasure. He was heading over to Edgar, "Hey Edgar, I need to go perform a short errand, tell Sierra I'll be right back" As he turned around Edgar stopped him. "Do you want my speed, or you wanna keep hers?" Peter thought about this, there were some good abilities where he was headed, but he knew what ability was after. "I'm going ability hunting." Edgar grinned. "Oh, I remember, it's the reason you came after me at the bank" Peter nodded remembering more simple times. "Yea, well your faster, but I might need the offense advantages of Biokinesis to snag this power, I'll be seeing you " He then took off with bio speed, while Edgar went into Sierra's cabin.

Sierra looked up as Edgar entered the room, her face clearly showing the disappointment as she saw it wasn’t Peter, “Oh. Hi Edgar. Where’s Peter?” She asked. Right now she wanted nothing more than to be held by Peter. She wanted the comfort and she wanted the understanding. She sighed as she looked at Edgar from her seat, “Can I ask you something, Edgar? Something…kinda private?” She asked, though they were both in her home. Samuel had been knocked unconscious during the fight and though she had healed him, she had decided to let the man sleep.

Edgar noticed Sierra's facial features; he could tell she was disappointed. Another asset of his abilities, time moved slower for speedsters even when they weren't in motion, one second was like minutes to them. "Peter, he went out, he said he was going somewhere to get his abilities, but he'll be back soon." He didn't know how she'd react, she did seem a bit clingy to Peter in his opinion. He looked to her, wondering what her question was. "What's that, Sierra?”

Sierra took a deep breath, “What’s your opinion of Samuel? I mean, do you think of him as a good person? I know this is kind of out of the blue, but…Something one of those snipers said to me…It’s eating at me is all. I know it’s stupid, but…”

Edgar paused, he didn't know what to say, well he did, he had an opinion of Samuel, he'd helped him and other Carnies countless times, he'd done amazing things to help specials, he'd been through much, and he'd even helped him get his family together with Lydia, but he’d made a lot of enemies, committed acts of violence, then there was Joseph's murder. "I...think he's a good man, who does what's necessary to help the family. "He said watching his words carefully, over his time with Samuel he'd committed murders himself, but Samuel never had him target innocent bystanders.

Sierra nodded, “Now, you and I have both committed murder. Samuel has as well. I know that. But they were all necessary. Right? We don’t kill innocent people…Right?” She asked again, her eyes very serious.

Edgar nodded, there was no hesitation. "No, we never target innocent people, anyone the Carnies attack, or kill is against us, or for some reason or another is a danger to us, the people that attacked us were members of the Camp Family, they were people involved with a camp for Specials back in the 60's."

Sierra nodded, listening to Edgar, “Perhaps you should start from the beginning. These camps…for the specials. What exactly were they?” She asked, curiously. Were they concentration camps, maybe? She didn’t know, but that’s what it sounded like to her.

Edgar shrugged, he knew a little bit about the Camps himself, but Samuel, Arnold, Joseph, the older members of the Carnival knew the most about the camps. "Yes, they were made by the Government, back in the 60's to cure us, that was there goal to help us get better, well you see back then they hated people because of skin color, just imagine what they did to people of powers, a man named Chanda Suresh worked there, he wanted to help us, but the Agents they sent some people home, the people with more dangerous abilities, never reached home, often died in car bombings, when Samuel was born, he caused a massive earth-quake, the Camps, the family helped Samuel's family get to safety in New York, and helped them, but in return from hiding them frmo the Government, they forced them to commit acts of crime, which is how the Camp Family became so wealthy"

Sierra nodded, “So for their freedom, they were put into slavery. I see.” She nodded. There did seem to be reason to the madness then, “But they escaped, later. Samuel and his brother, at least, right?” She asked. Samuel spoke very little of his brother, and she only knew vague detail from the other carnies, but he seemed like a good guy too.

Edgar had been careful with his words, Sierra didn't seem to mind murder if necessary, which it was when dealing with them. He nodded. "Yes Samuel, and Joseph made their escape, after that they found some other specials from the Camp like Arnold, and started the Carnival to help people like us to make sure the Government never found us."

Sierra nodded again, "I see. Well, I guess that answers my question then." Her face and voice was noticably brighter, "Thanks Edgar." She said, getting up and hugging Edgar. She had always thought of him like a brother, just as Samuel had been like a father to her, "So...What do we do now? I mean...Peter revealed us. What do we do about that? More of them will come, no doubt. Maybe from the government. Maybe from extremists. Who knows. Do we just slaughter them because of their beliefs?"

Edgar just sort of bobbed his head. "No problem Sierra, I'm here if you need anything" But he was taken by surprise by her next question, they'd killed before, countless times, hell Samuel had killed Joseph after he'd betrayed them, but they'd be in the public eye now, but at the same time they'd gain more specials, but deal with more past enemies finally able to track them down. "I think what Peter did was good, we've always gone out to search for Specials, now Specials will come to us, many of them at that, the only problem is we'll have to deal with Danko, people in the Government who despise us, not to mention the countless enemies we've made such as the Camps, We need to find a telepath such as Matt Parkman, so we can track down our old enemies, see if there still out for blood, or if there living in retirement homes.

Sierra was quiet at his answer. Were they any better than the Camps? If they killed only when they had to, it was one thing…killing for revenge was an entirely different thing. She sighed, “I just wish we could be left alone. I’m tired of the killing, is all. You know? I want to be me…instead of… -her-.” As she said the last word, there was contempt in her voice, though it was that of a someone disgusted with themselves instead of another being.

Edgar nodded, despite his speed, despite his quickness when it came to murdering people such as the snipers, he was not eager to kill, or "Trigger happy", he wanted a peaceful life with Lydia, Amanda, and his unborn child, whom he'd told no one about. HE noticed her expression. "I know what your thinking Sierra, i thought like that when I joined, revenge is wrong, but this is protection, we use to spare more people back in the days, altered there memories, but they'd come back, and with more guns. "He said.."My mother learned that first hand." He said with sadness, he wanted to change the subject. "But if you don't want to kill, you don't have too Sierra, you can be a healer if you want."

Sierra frowned when he mentioned her mother, “I’m so sorry, Eddy.” She said, her eyes downcast. Did she want something like that for her child? When she had children, did she want to leave them alone to fight her battles because she was nice to someone pointing a gun at her? No. She didn’t. She shook her head, “No. I’ll do what it takes to secure us here. If that means killing…then so be it.”

Edgar was surprised by Sierra's change in demeanor, he didn't want to scare her, or tell her about the Carnival's nasty past to encourage her to do something she didn't want to do, but he wouldn't lie, the Carnies had been through things, had been in many fights, and there history was covered in blood stains. "It's been years, I've grown to like my current family." He nodded. "Alright, but remember your not forced to do anything Sierra."

Sierra nodded, “I know. Thank you for putting everything into perspective for me, Eddy.” She was actually smiling a little now, and stretched a little, “If you’ll excuse me, Eddy…I used quite a bit of energy running around and killing and healing people. I’d like some time to rest up.” Edgar nodded and left the trailer as Sierra laid down, her body immediately going to sleep.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 11
Raiken Home

Cindy nodded, though she was reluctant to leave Jay behind. She gave Claire a hug before leaving, walking quickly back the way she had come. She reached the trailer in a matter of minutes and gathered up her two children, explaining to them briefly what was going on. She told them that they were going to go on vacation for a while and that Daddy would be staying here to work, but he would show up in no time. The kids seemed distraught about leaving their father behind, but they understood that Daddy was busy.

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5 A.Y.
Camp 83

Nicole jumped with excitement as she led her father toward Brenden’s trailer. When they got there, she kicked in the door (much as Brenden has previously anticipated) and Brenden jumped up from the bed, his pillow still pulled over his face, “I’m awake!” He shouted.

Nicole simply laughed, “I got my Dad to agree to a game, Brenden, so we’re ready whenever you are.” She turned to her father, “Isn’t that right Dad?”

Brenden let out a yawn and tried to stifle it, to no avail, “Yeah, alright, I’ll be at the training tent in just a minute. Oh, and howdy, Mr. Oskin.” He said, pulling the pillow off his head.

2010: School
Lyle nodded Travis made a good point, the Chinese had appeared in the blink of an eye, and were gone just as quick, there really was no reasonable explanation to how the events that had transpired took place, he was just scared. His hand were trembling, hearing stories about all this from Claire, and Noah were two different things from actually living this chaos that was his life now. I'm just scared, I have no freaking idea what I'm suppose to do. His eyes widened in shock as Travis fell to the ground. "You okay man! What's wrong HELP HELP!" He screamed out as he saw the woman from earlier Tabitha, and some other man rushing over to Travis, he wished Claire was here. He took out his phone, and began dialing 911 but was speechless handing it to Swiss, still shaking.
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Peter arrived, bone blades drawn, he could see Students roaming around the area dazed, and confused similar to the people he'd revived in New York City, he wondered what had happened, had someone been revived, injuries repaired on a massive scale. Whatever the problem is, it's none of my concern I just hope I got here in time for what I came to do. He rushed inside where he saw Kurt emerging from the bathroom, and he stopped infront of him. "Hey Kurt!" Kurt turned to see Peter, and smiled. "Hey Peter! Man! Where the hell you been! We've been fighting Pinehearst, they've been a pain in the " Peter cut him off. "I don't have time, " Peter grabbed Kurt's shoulder, and a yellow light was seen, the younger special frowned. "Don't tell me your back to one at a time, at a time like this" Peter nodded slowly. "Yea, I just came here to grab something useful, what happened here?" Kurt explained what happened, and Peter nodded. "Great, great, Well I'm here to get help about my abilities, but if you need my help just call me. "He then walked through the hallways finding Matt, Mohinder, and Molly, he grinned. "Hey guys" Matt sighed. " I already read your mind, you know what's going I'm busy, I'll talk later, Molly I'll be back" He rushed out the room, and Peter turned to Mohinder. "Alright Mohinder I need your help."

2010: Yagamto Industries
Hiro decided to leave after the message from his future incarnation yet again, he had a new mission to locate Lisa Flounders, save Ando, and keep a close tabs on Charlie, and Kimiko. He decided to head down to the Burnt Toast Dinner to check on his girlfriend, and told her about the death of his friend, staying there for a couple hours, he decided to go he kised her. "I love you Charlie, I will be back" Focusing he teleproted away, he headed down to Yagmato Industies, and he widended his eyes at the destruction, shattered glass, dead co-workers, he looked around finding one who was alive, calling for help, he grabbbed him. "I shall get you to safety" He said, teleporting him to a hospital but it was filled with people, and with that he took him to a hospital within America, before returning heading to the Security Room to review the footage. "The Chinese Soldiers, they...they have attacked here, but Kimiko she had escaped."He pulled out his phone, and called Kimiko, and froze when he heard the voice on the other end Emile Danko was grinning sitting in his private airplane next to an unconscious Kimiko Nakamura. "Ello Hiro, long time no see? Your Sister says hi" He laughed to himself. "Now then, Hiro I want to arrange a meeting with you, but for now I need some rest" With that he hung up, and Hiro stood still, raising his sword. "I will save you Kimiko, and Danko will die"

2010: Mind Scape
Nathan would have laughed but this was not a humorous when Chris spoke about there having to be some way to escape, there probably wasn't. This is why I hate abilities. He clenched his gun, and fired a few shots into the air, wondering if they'd hit anything, according to his mom there powers only worked if he allowed them too. He'd captured them, he wasn't one for small talk it appeared, and he didn't seem to want to release them either. A rain drop hit him, and soon a few more, it seemed it was starting to rain. "Ok, so what do we know? He's basically the master of reality, weather, the environment all under his control? Does that mean we basically acn't do anything, and can't get out unless he helps us? If so, then this power is seriously overpowered. I just wish I could contact Peter somehow"

2010: The Carnival
Edgar made his way out of Sierra's tent, where Lydia stood leaning against a wall, drained from the events that had transpired int he morning. He ran oer to her, and hugged her. "What's wrong Ly? Lydia sighed. "It's The Hazel, I finally found him, this morning, he's the one who can save us all, who can stop the agents" Edgar nodded, him, Samuel, and Lydia knew about this special savior, whom they assumed was Peter for a while,. "Where is he? Are the Agents after him? Tell me where to go, and I'll get he Hazels here" Lydia gave him a location. "Jacob has some control of his power, maybe developed a bit of a multiple personality disorder, his mother's a former Company agent, there both dangerous" Edgar nodded. "Alright then I'll get them, I love you" He kissed her, and took off at super speed. Lydia sighed, and went into the kitchen cabin, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, opened it up, and chugged some down glad to have some refreshing water.

2010: BankerHouse-Hold
Tyrone was glad Keisha had come with him, but he was going anyway, Michael had all the answers, Angela's location, everything, he was going to track Chris down, he couldn't just sit down, and do nothing, being a drug dealer had made him somewhat of an adrenaline junkie never knowing what was going to happen next." Leggo!" He said as he they backed out, and went into the street he pulled out his phone and texted Michael. Yo, Michael look I'm in Vegas, was taking vacation from the group, i need you to meet me at dat hospital where you was healing dat shot up homie, aight, cya there. He put the phone up, and began heading down to the possible. " Aight Big M's coming down to meet me at da hospital, stay in the car aight? Unless things get bad, even if he can't hurt me, he CAN hurt you"

2010: East Coast City, Terracorp
After there plan arrived in East Coast, they'd been escorted in one of Terracorp's many limo's getting to the building guards Security led Maya into the living quarters, taking her luggage to her room, a large suite area, Martha had followed her into the room, and dismissed the security guard, she took a seat on a couch in the suite room, right outside the room was a deck, with a view of East Coast City. "Welcome to your living area, like I said settle relax, there's a dining room where the chefs will prepare you whatever you wish, we've supplied with a Terracorp charge card, so shop all you want, relax today, and we can start work on the lab tomorrow, depending on how much progess is made you may even get to meet Alejandro within the next few days, if you need me just call room-service" She slipped out of the room, and made her way to the suite, taking a seat, she smelled some flowers on her desk. Soon Nature shall be in charge.

2010: Tokyo To Wyoming
Ferlina was making her way to the airport, it was one of the sites hit by the Chinese, however she'd gotten her "Security" force to take down some of the Chinese, and she took control of a few of them, getting one of them to teleport them back to the States, Wyoming specifically. The Soldier had even sent the Vehicle, but not the Zombies. Oh great, I have to make more again, eventually people are gonna start coming after me. She checked her cell phone, and sighed. She responded. I took a short cut, I'm in Wyoming, I don't know where you are, but Adam's with me, do you want meet up somewhere? She sent the text back to the phone Jonathan used, and slipped it into her pocket. "Johnny sent us a text, he's gonna start the eruptions in three days,, I guess that trip to Tokyo really was a waste of time."

2010: Las Vegas: Dreaming
Nick lay down asleep, thinking of his family, then the Agents, they'd burst into the house guns at hand, flash lights, his sisters were scared, himself, his whole family was full of specials, of course they'd only known about him, it was summer vacation he'd been out for two weeks, so of course he wanted to toy with his abilities, cause a few black outs, drain some kinetic energy here or there, but nothing major, he remembered it vividly, it was the worst night of his life, and the worse summer he'd ever experienced. He was holding an XBOX 360 controller in his hand, playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 one of his favorite games, playing on live with some of his friends Tucker, and Justin, it was going good, they were winning, he had a can of sunkist on a table beside him,and a a bag of potato chips lay on a bed beside him, he was reaching for some chips, when the bullet shattered the window. The hell..is that my neighbor again, I swear the god if he breaks my window one more time with his air-soft gun. With that all the electricity went off, and the game turned off, and he cursed silently, rushing down-stairs he wanted to fill the generator up with electricity. "I hate these fucking black outs! As he rushed down, suddenly more windows shattered, and he saw a flash of light, and spotted an Agent, leaping to the ground as a bullet grazed his neck, he hit the hard word floor with a grunt.

The hell! The Company's back! And Dad ain't home! He said they don't come after you after they mark you, unless you do something what the hell! They can't be coming to lock me up because of a few black outs! His parents were gone it was there aniversay, he rushed up the stairs in a hurry, he was not about to be locked up, the only person home was his sister Sarah, also a special like him, he briefly wondered if they were after her, bursting into her room, as he saw the lights outside, Agents rushing in. What happened to one of us one of them! "SARAH SARAH WAKE UP!" She had been sound asleep, she'd also gone to bed early, leaping up she groaned. "The hell Nick what are you doing!? Why the hell are you in my room! He focused causing the doors to shut, and the windows as well. "We need to move now! She groaned. "ANSWER ME WHY?" AS she said that, bullets burst through the window, and Nick stopped them, sending them back, and grabbed Sarah dragging her out of bed, she yelped a bit. "Get some clothes on, we need to go now! The Company's back, tons of em! As he said that, he heard pounding at the door, would this never end. Sarah no longer skeptical slipped on some Jeans, and a t shirt, grabbing her cell phone. Nick focused on the air condition, turning it to heat, and turning it up to the maximum temperature, he wouled need all the Energy Sources. Sarah focused her own power. "So were going to fight them all, can't we just make a run for it." Nick grinned. "Of course, but we'll be shot down, we need to take some down, and grab the car, I can continually add kinetic energy to it, so we can get down to our parents, I know Dad and mom can take care of these jokers no sweat."

Sarah agreed. But I hope we can get to them in time. The temperature was picking up Nick was sweating he was wearing light clothes himself, jeans, and a blue shirt, he wondered what his friends would think about him vanishing from Live, when suddenly Agents burst in, and Nick unleashed a torrent of flames gathering heat energy from the temperatures, and his own body temperature, Sarah stood behind him, not wanting to make a move yet as Agents were burned, however they fell to the ground starting to spread the fire. Nick himself was a bit cold due to the sacraficing some of his body temperature, and he grabbed one of the burning agents, draining the man's heat, leaving him a frozen statue. Nick then wiped some sweat from his forehead, as the agents were burned alive, the smell of burnt flesh filling the atmosphere. "Let's go" He made his way over the bodies, Sarah doing the same, and began rushing down the stairs, as bullets were fired, Nick drained there kinetic energy, then moving forward with the speed of several bullets, sent Agents flying back with punches with enhanced momentum. Sarah punched the ground, and part of it broke open, swallowing agents bursting through the front door, and they made there way into the living room, Nick bashing the window open, they leaped out, Helicopters could be seen in the sky, He drained the kinetic energy from the copters rotating blades, and they fell down crashing in his backyard taking out more agents, and more Agents came in a armored vehicle, he flipped it over with Magnetic energy, tearing the doors off, and forming them into multiple sphere's, he sent them forward implaing agents, and him and Sarah rushed into the garage, Nick typing into the security code, causing the garage door to raise, rushing to the car, Nick took out the keys, and they got in the vehicle, as more Agents began coming firing, he backed up, Sarah leaning down as bullets hit there car. "NICK HURRY THE FUCK UP!"

Nick responded with anger. "I"M TRYING DAMN IT!" As he backed up, he used the stolen energy from the helicopters boosting the car's intial velocity, and they began taking off, with more armored cars coming, he simply drained the kinetic energy, and flipped them over, until another helicopter came onto the scene, shooting the bullets taking out one of his tires, he lost control, swerving, he ripped open the door, and threw Sarah out, absorbing some of her kinetic energy to slow down her fall. "CALL DAD! GET AWAY SARAH!" As he said that, a tranquilizer dart was fired, bursting through the window it hit him in the neck, all control was lost, as Nick leaped out the car, forming an Energy shield around himself he hit the ground, the car racing out of control crashing into a neighor's house, and he fell into unconscious looking at Sarah, who was opening up the ground with seismic waves in an attempt to escape, as Agents moved into grab him.

5. AY Camp 11
Bakasta sighed as he made his way back to his cabin, glad to have shrugged Tyrone off, he didn't know what to do know, he needed Samedi again, the Friedman fellow had told him to be back in an hour. No doubt, they'll try something, so I'll have to bring someone along, maybe Tyrone, or Mishi, hopefully she's avaliable, hell even Felicia might be better then going with Tyrone again, when Rene gets here, killing him will be my first priority, then Samedi. He examined his guns, he knew they wouldn't do much against the powers Specials wielded, especially Magix, he was powerful. " I just need to find some way to bring him down" He grabbed his guns, one way or another Samedi was dead. "He'll pay for what he did to me, to her, to all of us" He said standing up, he headed out to track down Tenshi once the power had passed he'd go after Travis.

Camp 34:
Peter sat down at the diner table slumped up against the chair, he didn't care what happened next, Alexia was gone, Tony roamed free, and was the key to stopping the Undead, he sighed. He was glad a fight hadn't broken out, he didn't want to fight especially not Gabriel. He said a silent prayer he just wanted diner to start, he really was starved.

2010: Petrelli Mansion

Finally after everyone had decided what pizza they wanted and said pizza had arrived. Everybody sat around the living room eating there respective pizza's. Suddenly a knock came at the door. Thomas swallowed a mouth full of pizza and got up " I'll get it " he walked towards the door and opened it. At the dor was four people he'd never seen before. A girl and three guys " Um, hello? "

2010: Maya

The plane ride had been uneventful. Maya had spent most of it asleep. Finally they'd touched down on there desired location. Followed by a ride in a limo. She'd grown used to such travel being the service of Angela Petrelli. She wondered how the others were doing and if they'd noticed her absense. They arrived at some large building, she was taken to a very lavish room that it seemed was to be hers. Her heart pounded in her chest as she was told Alejandro would be back with her in a manner of days. She walked around her room. It felt so alien to her, deep in her heart she knew what she was doing would lead only to misery, but she didnt care.. She just wanted her brother back.

2010: Sanders house

Micah sat at his computer, checking every source he could think of. But nothing helped at all. He couldnt find West anywhere. First Abigale and Sparrow, now West. He wanted to blame Sylar for this. But he had no proof that the killer had killed West. He thought back. What was West always talking abou? or rather who. Claire Bennet. He entered her name in a search engine. He broke through firewalls and other annoying programs with ease, till he compiled every file available on her. She was adopted by the Bennet family of Noah and Sandra. He dug deeper, finding out nothing of note worthy. Until he found an interesting news file. A murder had taken place at Union wells High School, a school in Odyssa Texas, where Claire had attended. It seemed she had known the murder victim and been involved somehow. The report said that Claires blood was all over the crime scene, but no form of injury was documented on her?

Micah sat back in his chair and bit him fingernails. West had mentioned that Claire could heal herself, A regen it seemed. Reading further he discovered that the murder victim had her skull cut open, though no weapon could be identified. It definetly matched Sylars methods. He hypothesized that Sylar had attempted to gain Claires ability but killed some other person in accident. But as he recalled Sylar could heal himself. Hmm, did that mean Claire was dead? No, he found a more recent file showing her enrolling in a college. So where was she now? It was possible that she knew where West was, he had to find her.

2010: Las Vegas, Nick's Dreams
Nick didn’t know what to do next, the Agents had captured him, and he was taken to a center, by Agents, heavily sedated, barely conscious not even being able to decipher his surroundings, he didn’t even know if he was awake or dreaming, he was trying to fight against the drugs in his system filling his mind with thoughts of his family, had Sarah escaped. What if they got here ..too, these sick bastards whoever they are, there not the Company, there much worse. He dreaded the thought, as they removed him from the vehicle, he was in some sort of hangar, he didn’t know this of course, he could vaguely hear the voice of some Senator, who exactly it was he couldn’t tell you, but it was none other then Nathan Petrelli lecturing Danko about his failure of capturing Sylar. “A bullet in the head, right back here” the Senator said patting his neck, Danko explaining why the failure had taken place with an agitated voice, as Nick was led forward, placed into an air-plane, he could hear the roaring agent as he was being loaded in, and seated.

He wanted to escape, get back to his family, get back at these men what gave them right. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I want to go home..to my friends Katie, Justin, Tucker..he thought of his friends, and almost shed a tear, he didn’t want to make any sound, he wanted these shunts removed from his hand, then he’d tear the Agents up, but it seemed soon he would have his wish, a few moments after take off, some commotion began, and part of the plane was ripped in half, and his mask torn off, the shunt torn off, they were falling, people screaming, Specials were being bashed against the wall, some flying out of a hole, and he spotted an Indian man grabbing some guy who they were all blaming for causing “This”. This? The hell that’s the man who freed us, what’s wrong with everyone. He saw an agent coming to cause the situation, and he leaped forward on the agent, managing to dig his nail’s into the man’s neck he drained him off his body energy leaving him a frozen statue, he got up, kicking the man who broke into pieces, but he lost his grip falling out of the plane he grabbed onto the side. AH shit, now I see why everyone’s pissed!

He lost his grip, and his life began flashing before his very eyes, how could he possibly survive this fall, if he absorbed more kinetic energy he’d simply fall to his death faster. Wait maybe it’ll be less painless..maybe wait! Instead of absorbing his kinetic energy, he began transferring it to the plane which fell down going past him, the left wing nearly hitting him, he let out a sigh of relief, as he fell slowly, as he neared the ground he gathered some kinetic energy from the plane, and hit the ground, watching as the plane crashed, he groaned as he got up, forming some fire in his hands. He drew heat energy from the plane, and hearing some agents sent out some flames the color blue as a result of the temperature. He took off running in the opposite direction. “I look like a freaking prisoner in this orange jump suit” He said aloud, as he kept running, he spotted a series of trailer cabins, bursting inside he heard a woman yelp, he sighed using Magnetic energy he tore off part of the roof and smacked her in the head, sending her to the ground. “Annoying Bitch” He went into the closet, changing into a white long sleeve shirt, and some blue shorts, he grabbed his jump suit, and headed outside setting it on fire, looking up he saw the sun beginning to come out.

Just great..once things get too light, I’ll loose my advantage. I need to find Sarah, I hope she wasn’t in that crash, I can’t go back too risky. With that he began running he wanted to get out of there, he went back to the burned agents, grabbing two guns, and then high tailed in the opposite direction, when suddenly he heard gunfire, growing louder, he kept running, when a bullet grazed his right leg, he hit the ground an agent yelled out. “I GOT ONE OF THESE SUCKERS!” He began rushing in, Nick sighed was this the end, the agent neared him, gun in hand. “ You little freak thought you’d get away huh?! The Guard raised his gun, and suddenly he stopped, and his entire body was converted into ice, and fell forward, hitting the ground bursting into what seemed like millions of pieces, he looked up to see the man from earlier who’d freed them.

Nick looked at him. “you some kind of Angel!? The man laughed. “Heh, no, I try to be name’s Peter Peter Petrelli” Nick nodded. “I’m nick, thanks man” Peter nodded, “Some girl was calling out for Nick, they grabbed her, there rounding us up” Nick cursed silently. “Thanks Peter, I hope we meet again” He said when he still felt the stinging pain from the bullet wound. he got up and began limping away. No Doubt, I lost years of my life, but it dosen’t matter because Sarah’s about to loose her entire life. He raced off with the guns in hands, as he neared the camp he spotted Soldiers, and Sarah, and some other specials it was a trap, but he couldn’t leave his sister to die, he clenched his fist, the sun had now risen, the long sleeve shirt was killing him, then he smiled. But now it seems I have new sources of energy to use against them, a BIG source. He briefly looked up in the sun’s direction, and began gathering Solar Energy.

Focusing on the Sun, he absorbed solar energy, coming out of the forest area, he gathered more, closing his eyes, allowing the warm rays to fill over part of his body, when suddenly he heard yelling. “TAKE HIM DOWN THERE HE IS> NICK RUN! SAVE US!” He heard the specials, Sarah, the agents, but now he stared down at the agents bloodlusted. Agents opened fire, but the bullets bounced off his skin, and he sent out waves of heat burning the agent’s skin, and also sent out flashes of light to blind them, and moved forward opening fire with is guns, specials cheering he spotted none other then Emile Danko who wiped out his gun, and the man with Horn Rimmed Glasses. So it’s his fault is it! As Danko, and Noah opened fire, he absorbed the kinetic energy from the bullets rushing forward he punched Noah back, and moved over to Danko at bullet speed kicking him into the tent, rushing over to the specials handcuffed, he used heat energy to melt the cuffs burning some of there hands, but they all bolted he helped Sarah, who tore open the ground, and the two raced in, Agents coming after them, Sarah sent out another seismic wave, and caused a cave in killing the purseuing agents, and after running they spotted, the siblings embracing. “NICK! That was so close, I called Dad, but they got me, smoked me out” Nick nodded. “It’s alright Sis, were gonna get home somehow” Using the absorbed Solar Energy, his hands he created light, he was now a human flash light. “I guess we start walking” Sarah nodded. “Were are we going” Nick just started walking. “Anywhere but back to that living hell” And with that silence moved in, they intended to get somewhere before Nick ran out of solar energy. He sighed, he needed the stinging leg getting to him.
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In Another part of Vegas a man roamed through the streets, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he was clearly drunk, and stumbling through the street heading to his house, which was in a neighborhood close bye. Jared you did it again, no matter what your unstoppable, getting away with drunk driving again, haha. Suddenly the sound of a truck was heard, a beer truck. Of course he couldn't know what type of truck it was by it's sound, but he began to hurry to the other side of the road, when the beer truck swerved to the side out of control, and there was no driver. "Daang! all dis whiskey messin up my head!" The man started to run, heading into a neighbor, running, he spotted his house, the truck after him. "HOLY HELL! THE TRUCK's alive! He ran to his house, dropping his whiskey, and taking out a key, opening his back door, and slamming it shut, he headed over to his couch, and plopped down. " I need some sleep after that.."As he said that the beer truck burst through the wall, alcohol spilling from the windows, as the truck moved forward slamming into the man, hours later police arrived on scene. one of the police was Prankster who merely smiled.

2010: New York City
Raven made her way down to the Big Apple, which was under quarantine by Homeland Security, investigating the situation, she fused with the oxygen, materiality near a plaza, most people were going about there business, having tearful reunions with each other, or contacting relatives. She pulled out her cell phone, and made a call. "Hey Don, I don't know what to say, there all back, probably Petrelli's work" She listened to the voice on the other end. "There attracting so much attention, but this makes our operations, I already encountered Tenshi, the Chinese Soldiers have vanished, probably again thanks to Petrelli" She nodded. "Mhmm he's still around, Last I heard he saved the Vinels about a year, wait Markus is dead? Damn it, alright then I'll take care of it, I'll head back to the school." She put the phone up, entering the plaza getting some pizza, she took a seat on a table while awaiting her order.

2010: Atlanta, Georgia
Rafael was sitting down on the cheer, kneeling, in prayer asking for guidance on what to do next, for him, and Crosses a way to defeat the Sinners, and end the persecution of the fellow Saints and band them together against the demonic forces seeking control of the world. He got up, as some men walked in with the same red cross on there shoulder, and armed with guns, Rafael turned to them. " I have received my guidance on what to do from the Lord." One man looked. "With all due respect sir, how do you know? " Rafael went over to the man, and hugged him, the man screamed out in pain, blood gushing out as he fell to the ground. "This is the power of the Lord..the blood of a sinner, come with me, we must gather the Saints" The man nodded, and they made there way into the back, where tons of vans were parked, they began loading into the vans, Rafael getting into a van with a large cross drawn on it, and some other men entered, and he drove away.

2010: The School
Matt didn't know what to do, as he made his way inside his room, where his box of Krispy Kream donuts was, and he saw a note on top of the box. From Prankster. He didn't know much, but he'd gathered some information about him from Mohinder, and Swiss's thoughts, whether he was an ally or foe, he didn't know, but he took out the donut outs, glazed, and all warmed. He bit into it, and smiled. "This Prankster guy ain't bad" He said as he tore into the donut eating it as Usutu appeared. "So? Your just going to sit there eating the food of a foe?" Matt shrugged. "I'm hungry, I just helped stop a Chinese invasion, so I'm doing what you asked being a hero or whatever. "Usutu sighed, taking a seat on Matt's desk. "No Parkman, you are suppose to be a Prophet, you must tell the world of the future, for the world is coming to an end." Matt raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean? You talking about this Araya character?" Usutu touched Matt's forehead, and his eyes whited out, about thirty minutes later he awoken he'd painted he floor the earth tearing apart, and the news was on something about yellowstone, Matt leaned up, watching his eyes widened. He looked down at his gun, taking it out of his holster. I'm sitting here, and the world as we know it is about to end it, I need to get Peter, Hiro everyone this is what Usutu wants me to stop.
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Santiago, and Hayden had made there way to the roof-top, clueless as to what had just happened, an army of specials, and as they were being overwhelmed, they all just vanished in the blink of an eye, so strange. Santiago was particulary drained after using his ability on a massive scale, he lay on the roof top, he sighed. "Hayden, what's gonna happen now? The World don't like us," Hayden shrugged, as he made a small gravitational portal appear, then fade away. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to fight, and never give up, I'm not going to deal with this, I'm already wanted by the FBI for a murder i didn't even mean to commit. "Santiago nodded Hayden told him how his powers had manifested in such a gruesome fashion. Santiago got up. "Heh, i guess I'll fight too, but right now I'm hungry" Santiago headed over to the stairs, and began heading down, while Hayden looked out to the city, wondering what was coming next.

2010: Taxi
Kurt made his way outside, he was burned out from the incident in Florida, and he didn’t need to rely on his powers right now, he didn’t want to risk worsening his physical condition, he wished he still had the guns he’d animated, but he didn’t intend to go searching for them, but then a thought occurred, he headed into the hallway, and found the floors littered with guns. The Chinese vanished but not there ammunition! Kurt just grabbed one gun, and hurried out, heading to the vehicle hangar for the school, but it seemed guards were stationed there, and he groaned, he’d have to take a taxi, which meant he couldn’t bring the gun along, he reached into his pocket, he was suppose to meet up with Ron at the airport. He tossed the gun aside, and began heading into the city, after walking for a few miles, he managed to get to a cab.

As he got in, he rested against the ground letting out some deep breaths, he hadn’t been this tired in a long time, he wanted to sleep, but no telling what would happen, he couldn’t let anyone steal the tickets he’d been given, nor his phone he pulled out his phone, checking out Prankster’s number, he decide he would study, and memorize It, unless he lost the phone.

School: The Greatest of Fights!

Peter walked through the hallways finding Matt, Mohinder, and Molly, he grinned. "Hey guys" Matt sighed. " I already read your mind, you know what's going I'm busy, I'll talk later, Molly I'll be back" He rushed out the room, and Peter turned to Mohinder. "Alright Mohinder I need your help."

Mohinder had been catching up with Molly, when Peter appeared suddenly. Peter being here meant he wanted something. He had been gone for so long, only to come at such a random moment in time. "What is that you want Peter?" Mohinder asked being slightly skeptical.

Peter looked to Mohinder, wondering how he would form his request exactly,he needed his abilities back somehow, if he was to help the specials, and continue parading around as a hero, something he couldn't do with one ability at a time. He sighed. " I need my abilities back Mohinder, and your the only one who can help me, I need you to get me a vial of the formula please. "He said hoping Mohinder would respond with a positive reaction, he did consider the former taxi driver one of his closest friends.

The request. It seemed simple, but to someone who has experienced as much as he has, it was an issue he had to think hard about. He would question friend more. It didn't seem right, but giving Peter back his abilities could affect the world drastically. "Peter... You do know your request is something I find difficult to think of. Listen Peter... Saving people is not the reason these abilities came to be. You aren't superman, and don't need to be. No one man should have all the power you can possess. My historian professor once told me, that absolute power, corrupts absolutely."

Peter frowned, he'd expected something like this, but at the same time feared such a request. He had gotten himself into a situation, and now he needed to get his powers back, but it seemed Mohinder wouldn't help him. Just great, some friend he is. "Difficult? The hell is difficult, I need powers Mohinder, what about people out there like Sylar, and my dad, who the hell do you think's been fighting them? The Easter Bunny? He was trying to control his anger, upsetting Mohinder even more would just worsen situation, he couldn't believe he wouldn't help him. "I'm not trying to be Superman, but I need my powers, I'm trying to help a massive amount of specials, we all got these powers for a reason, how can you determine what there for?"

Mohinder shook his head as if he was looking at a different man. "Listen to yourself. You need your powers? Do you think you're the only one capable of handle the world's problems?" Mohinder sighed before putting a hand to Molly's shoulder. "Molly, can you allow me and Mr. Petrelli to speak alone for a while?" Mohinder asked. Molly nodded quickly before walking quickly out of the room. "Besides.. If your were irresponsible enough to lose your abilities, then what gives you the privilege of having them returned. You still have an ability don't you?"

Peter was getting more and more frustrated, but trying to keep his temper in check, somehow he'd need his powers back, but it seemed like Mohinder would be of no help to him in his pursuit of power. He still had his gun, he pondered the thought of using it to change Mohinder's opinion about helping him, but it would take a while to develop the formula. The only other people who had access to the Formula where Pinehearst, and The Chinese, both of them where people he couldn't get to at the moment. He could always try to get the formula together himself, "No, I'm not the only person, I'm not trying to save the world, I'm just trying to help people with abilities, are you telling me your going to let the Persecution of Specials continue? If I helped specials gain control, they could defend them-selves more effectively." He said he was determined to get Mohinder's help. He looked to him. " What gives me, Irresponsible?! I was kidnaped, an ability? He paused, he could lie. "I don't have anything useful, Mohinder as a friend I'm asking you to please help me get them back, If I don't get these powers, then ..I can't protect. the people I love."

Mohinder scowled at Peter, before before taking a deep breath. Peter was right. Who was he to decide what Peter should do. He wasn't the man's father or guardian. "Alright... But don't lose them again. Take me to my room." Mohinder said.

Peter was smiling on the inside, once he had his powers back, the Carnies were safe, he was glad he got through to him, he didn't need to do anything drastic. "I won't." At least I hope not He thought to himself as he reached out his hand grabbing Mohinder by the shoulder, and, becoming Nightcrawler, he teleported them to Mohinder's room, and backed up, resuming his human form. "Alright, "

Mohinder walked over to his work desk, before he suddenly pulled the desk from against the wall. Behind the desk was a safe. He quickly opened it and took out a suit case that contained the vial and a sterile syringe. He tossed the suit case to Peter. "There's your powers. Right in that vial." Mohinder said, wanting to get his whole thing over with.

Peter was shocked Mohinder had vials of the formula, he was trying to get rid of the formula, he was going to question Mohinder but then he realized he'd be a massive hypocrite so he said nothing, he went over to the vial and picked it up, examining it, he frowned. I forgot the Catalyst. He thought to himself, he wondered if Mohinder knew what it was. "Thanks Mohinder, I'll be seeing ya, tell Matt I said hi." He made Dr. Manhattan appear, and they teleported instantly.

2010: Las Vegas, Nick's dreams
Nick ran through the under-ground, sustaining the light was burning at his own reserves of energy, and Sarah finally tore open part of the ground, they made there way into a forest area, Sarah herself out of energy, falling to the ground, Nick leaning down holding out his hand. “Come on Sis we gotta move, we need to get to our parents.” She let out a sigh, the heat from tunnel had drained her. “Can’t, we move at like super speed” Nick didn’t like explaining his abilities again. “No, I’m out of kinetic energy, all I can take is yours, and it’s not much, and I can’t waste the bullets, unless the Agents somehow track us down “Sarah sighed..all she wanted was a normal summer Vacation. “How do we find mom and dad” Nick shrugged it was a good question, first they needed to get a phone. “First I need to find out where we are, come on if were lucky, getting to a city, I can get a big source of electricity, meaning instant travel” He helped her up, and they trudged through the city, Sarah still in her jump suit, while Nick’s clothing was torn, they spotted none other then Los Angeles, California. Nick extended his hand gathering electricic energy, and converted them both into electricity, moments later they appeared a library, he went up to the Librarian to get a card.

Heh, she didn’t ask me any questions great. I better get out soon, I look like I’m in some gang. Nick made his way over to the computer, observing the card, and typing, logging in, he looked at some of the hotels, and using his mother’s frequent flyer miles got them a hotel room, and logged off, the next goal was to get a cell phone. He found Sarah slumped in a cheer sleep, and he frowned. Don’t worry Sis, I’ll make Glasses, and all of them pay. He headed outside many were on cell phone’s, he wanted to gather kinetic energy from some vehicle’s, but there was a traffic jam in the area, he sighed. He spotted a woman putting her phone away, and using Magnetic Energy he slowly took the phone out of her purse, and pulled it over to his hand in a telekentic like fashion. He wondered when the woman would notice, and he dialed his father’s number, and he picked up. “DAD!” He heard his father’s voice the other end. “Nick! Where are you, I came back as soon as I could, your mom took the rest of the girls to the bunker. I’m coming to get you”

Nick nodded, he was glad his father was coming for him, he wouldn’t have to deal with the Agents anymore. “I’m in LA, checking into the Sunshine Hotel with Mom’s frequent flyer points, Room 134 I’m heading there with Sarah. What’s..going on, is the Company trying to get capture us in masses now!? Why Is this happening “ Jante interrupted. “I’m gathering information, but this is even worse The Government’s after us, they only knew about you, and know Sarah, Glasses is probably working with them to protect his own family” Nick clenched his fist how could someone capture hundreds of innocent people for the sake of his own comfort. “Alright, I’ll stay hidden I love you dad.” He nodded. “Get rid of this phone, if you need to contact me again, don’t use the Hotel Phone unless it’s dire” Nick nodded hanging up, and tossing the phone down stepping on it. He went back in to find a confused, and somewhat frightened Sarah. “Damn it Nick! I thought the Company got you.” Nick shook his head. “It’s not the Company, I don’t have time to explain let’s go.”

She just agreed, and they began heading down to the Sunshine hotel, they decided not to take a taxi, or anything of the like, nothing to alert the Government. Making there way into the hotel, Nick grabbed a cup and jacket off a coat rack, grabbing the room key, heading to the elevator, Sarah then walked over to him, and the doors slid open, as soon as they got in, Nick mashed on seven, and the door headed up to the floor, heading out they headed down to there room, and Nick slid the room key through the slot, and a green light flashed, he opened the door, they stepped in, escaping from the humid atmosphere of the hallway into the heavily air conditioned room, Sarah shivered. “ooh it’s so cold, can you turn the air off” Nick nodded, he hated the cold, it denied him many energy sources.

He headed over to the air condition, and pressed the off switch. “Just rest, if we need food we can grab some from the hotel, breakfast, lunch, and dinner are free here.” Sarah nodded. “Alright I need a shower” Nick shrugged. “Fine, but we don’t have any changes of clothes” Sarah sighed. “Still I can’t go around smelling THIS Bad” She hurried into the bathroom, and closed the door, Nick turned the news on heading to CNN, where it was speaking about how Several American Citizens went missing, and currently an investigation was going on. “Investigation my ass, the Government covers everything up.” He said in anger, but still continued to watch the news he needed to be informed of current events. Moments later his phone rang, he picked it up. “Get down now, or your going to die” Nick raised an eyebrow” What.” Suddenly the window shattered, and he jumped to the ground, a bullet whizzing over his head. “THE HELL WHO IS THIS! Nick demanded there was not much energy to access,

The man spoke again. “I’m a friend of your father, get your sister, and head outside now, there coming.” Nick went to bang on the door. “SIS we gotta go!” She came out the door dressed in record time, and as they came into the hallway, Nick raised his hand gathering the electricity from the hotel causing a black-out, and he saw light. Flashlights, that means the Agents are coming. Great, how do I contact this guy again. He turned to Sarah. “Don’t tear up the ground, were on the twelfth floor we might end up hurting innocent people” she nodded, He agreed, and they hurried, Nick gathering electricity in his finger tips to provide illumination in the darkness, and suddenly as they headed to the stairs, opening the door, they began heading down, when they heard foot-steps, Agents. “SHIT! Sarah come there coming up the stairs, we need to get to the elevator” As they ran back to the entrance, two agents were blocking there entrance, raising there guns, Nick was still. There too close, I won’t be able to drain the bullets before they hit me or Sarah. As the agents went to pull there triggers, both of them fell to the ground, two bullets were lodged into there heads as they fell to the ground.

Nick noticed a red dot, looking up he spotted a man. He was motioning for them to come. Nick grabbed Sarah. “Alright then here goes nothing we have to go now.” Nick converted himself, and Sarah into electricity, and shot forward, nearly hitting the man they crashed onto the roof top physical. The man turned. “Nice entrance, we need to move,” Nick stopped. “Who are you??” “They call me Krek” He saw some agents, and motioned for the Vinels, leading them to the edge of the roof top. “There coming, let’s go” Krek leaped off the roof, Nick leaped off, Sarah doing the same, and Nick sapped there kinetic energy to slow there fall, Nick restored there kinetic energy, and Krek raised his gun firing, three yells were heard, as Agents fell from a roof to, Nick looked at him. “You can see the future? Krek laughed. “I wish, “ Nick nodded. “What’s your ability, you know when everythign’s gonna happen” Krek clenched his fists. “Stop asking questions, I don’t have an ability” He raised his gun pulled the trigger, and two Agents fell from the roof hitting the ground.

They headed to a stolen Greyhound bus, getting in, Krek pulled out some keys, and they drove off. “Were heading to your cabin yall.” Nick nodded, then paused. “Where’s my dad” Krek just keep driving trying to shrug off the question, but Nick started to slow the vehicle down. Krek just sighed, he hated teenage specials. “Look, your father’s taking care of something, he’s investigating the Agent situation, getting in touch with former Company agents.” Nick seemed to be satisfied with the answer, as he restored the kinetic energy, and the bus sped off.

2010: Meyer Mansion

Jessica's hand fell on the front door knob. What was she doing? Was she just going to canvas the area for Emmet? He'd taken a car, and even with super speed, he could have gone anywhere in the tri-state area.

She sighed, letting her hand fall from the door. She didn't want to be here. She needed to go somewhere, to do something. Anything. Suddenly, she had a crazy idea. But how to go about it? Revival was supposedly one of Emmet's ability's attributes, but, again, who knew where the hell he was.

Jill walked down the stairs towards the main hallway; she noticed Jessica and smiled. Time to try out her new entrance. She walked over towards where Jessica could see and revived 4 doves she carried around from the dead. They were released into the room and flew around a bit before Jill reverted them to their dead status. She smiled at Jessica and spoke. “Something on your mind honey?”

Jessica said nothing as the doves flew around, and then spontaneously died. Her eyes snapped up as Jill spoke. Yes. That should work, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. How did you do that?” She asked, motioning to the now dead birds. There was a sign of realization in her voice, but also of dark hope.

Jill collected her departed pets and walked closer to Jessica. “You don’t see how my ability works yet? I manipulate age. Age is nothing more then time on a specific object. I simply carry my departed friends and reverse their ages to a time when they were alive.”

Jessica nodded, "Yes, yes, I get it. Could you do it on a person?" She asked, taking a few steps closer to Jill, "Could you bring a dead human back to life?" Her voice was desperate now. She knew how pathetic she sounded, but she couldn't help it. This was what she had been waiting for.

Jill stood there thinking to herself for a moment. "Well, I haven't ever tried it on a person before. I suppose I could do it, or at least give it a nice try. Of course, the longer they've been dead the harder it is, but I could try. Why do you ask?"

Jessica smiled deviously, "Because. There's someone I'd like you and the rest of the family to meet. Someone who forced me to be where I am today. And I'd like to thank them. Very personally." She said, clenching her fist and practically kicking down the door as she exited the house.

Jill stood there for a moment and shrugged. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do. The mansion was kind of boring lately. She followed Jessica outside, closing the door behind her. "So, where are we off to? I mean you are being very mysterious."

"I'm going to introduce you to Emmet's father." Jessica said solemnly as she hoisted Jill up and ran, across the nation itself and then across the ocean. It wasn't long before they were standing in a graveyard. She set Jill down and made a bee line to Jacob's grave, the head stone reading, 'A boy of great strength and intelligence. You will be missed. Jacob Hanson, 1980-1996' In big, bold letters underneath was freshly scrawled graffiti, ‘Fuck you, you dirty rapist bastard! Rot in fucking hell!’ Jessica took a deep breath, her brain locking up and memories flashed before her, causing her to take a step back, a terrified look on her face.

Jill was just along for the ride, not that she had much of a choice. In truth, Jessica’s abilities did scare Jill a bit, but not so much that she would fear her. Just old events working on her still. She watched Jessica stare at the grave for a moment, and then moved closer. “Umm.... Did you bring a shovel sweetie?”

Jessica stared at the grave for about another minute before Jill's voice brought her back to herself. She muttered, "No. We don't need one." As she got down on her hands and knees and grew out spade-like claws out of her wrists, cutting into the ground with them and digging. It didn't take her long to break through the ground and hit wood. She let out a gasp as she did, digging out the rest of the grave and then staring transfixed at the casket. Again those horrible hours filtered back through her head, and she subconsciously brought her hands to her head, again looking like she was trying to keep her skull from exploding outward onto the grass. She closed her eyes and tried to put the memories away, but they kept coming, and she let out a whimper of fear that was completely unlike her.

Jill backed up as Jessica began digging. She noticed that her dress and Shoes were now wet due to the ocean run. She didn’t really care though. She stared at Jessica as she stared at the coffin and whimpered. “Please stop this Sweetie. It isn’t necessary, this man is dead. Don’t relive all of this, just put it behind you. Please.”

Jessica shook her head, "I....I need answers. I need to do this. I just....oh god....I can't stop feeling..." She whispered, her lips trembling. She ended up leaning on the side of the grave and found that she was actually crying, "I need to know why he hurt me so badly...Did he hate me that much? Was I really THAT hated a person?" If that question had been about anyone else, she would have scoffed. But Jacob. He had made her so vulnerable. So helpless. And he had taken advantage of her.

Jill walked over to the grave and crouched next to it. "You listen to me now. He was a man, probably in it for the quick thrills, and a lust for power. Trust me, I know a few things about that. Come out of there and I will tell you my story. That stigma in your eye, it all started with me."

"It wasn't just me. But he kept me the longest. Four or five hours. And he beat on me. Him and his friends. The others, he raped quickly and alone. But it was just me. He was practicing for me. He hated me. He was going to kill ME." She said, clambering out of the grave and sitting next to Jill, the tears and fear still lingering in her eyes. The memories wouldn't stop. They just wouldn't fucking stop, "And I think about it every night. The pain. The invasion. It's like losing a part of your soul. Jesus fucking Christ, what's wrong with me?"

Jill looked at Jessica. “Look. It was a both traumatic and important event in your history. We assign more value to things like that, so our brains keep them longer. That is all it is. You are just reliving the event over and over again because you are a human. No matter how much you try and hide your emotions, you can’t forever. Trust me, I know. I still get nightmares too. Granted they are very different from yours but I can relate in a way. You must accept them, and live with them. Don’t try and suppress them any longer. Yell at him, scream at him, make him cringe in his grave and beg for death once more.” Jill stared at the coffin and began focusing her energy. She should be able to revive him, although she would be extremely tired after he had been dead for so long. All she needed was Jessica to pull herself together.

Jessica's eyes didn't lose all of their fear, though they did become more like her usual self. Her Stigma manifested and glowed darkly as she stared at the coffin. She had to be ready for this. She had to be. She had been looking for this for so long. For answers to questions whose cheat sheet she had killed. Torn to pieces. But Jill was the tape that could put him back together. She could finally get her answers. She could finally know. But could she face him again? Would she be able to? She had faced Peter Petrelli and Sylar with almost laughing enthusiasm, but she couldn't muster the courage to talk to a seventeen year old boy. A normal, average, everyday boy. She was a serial killer. Why was this affecting her so much?

Jill noted that Jessica had calmed down somewhat. “It will be up to you to deal with him after this sweetie. I will be able to do little more then talk for a while after doing this.” Jill backed up and focused on the coffin. She stood completely still for about three minutes, before suddenly collapsing to the ground. She was breathing very heavily and just sat there.

“If.... It’ll work.... He’ll be up.... In seconds Sweetie.....” Reviving people wasn’t easy, and now a tired Jill sat in the dirt, just awaiting the events to unfold before her.

Jessica held her breath for a moment. Then the coffin opened to a young man that she remembered very well sitting up and dusting himself off. In a flash, her Stigma was taking over. She wasn't that scared little girl anymore. She never would be again. Time to put this little bastard into his place. She jumped down into the grave and landed on his leg, feeling the sickening crunch of the bones breaking. He let out a yelp of pain before looking up at her with wide eyes, as if he had never seen her before in his entire life. And then...realization dawned on his face, "Jessica? Little Jessie? No fucking way." He actually laughed, despite the pain he was in over his leg.

“Yes, fucking way. It’s time for you to give me some answers you little fuck.” She said, hoisting him up by his burial tuxedo and slamming him into the side of the grave, his feet dangling off the ground. He only smiled smugly.

“I didn’t know you liked what we gave you so much, babe. ‘Course, you’re old now. Your ripe days have ended. You have some nice tits, though.” He said smugly, before she slammed him into the wall again.

“I’m not fucking around Hanson. Or don’t you remember what happened last time?” She asked, growing a bone blade and pushing it to his throat.

“You want answers, bitch, you gotta bend over.” He laughed, and she growled, “Sorry bitch, but those are the rules. Besides, what can you do to me?”

Jessica glared at him for a moment before a sadistic smile appeared over her face, “You mean other than putting you through torture like you’ve never been through before, kill you, and then bring you back to life to enjoy the experience all over again? I can think of a few things.”

Jacob’s calm look faltered, but didn’t fall completely, “You’re still afraid of me, aren’t you. I made you my bitch, and you’re afraid. Your hand is shaking, I can feel it.” He wasn’t lying either, her hand was indeed shaking.

She chuckled, “It’s called excitement, Jacob. You might remember the feeling. I get to get my revenge now. And there are some people I think would be very, very happy to meet you.” The sadistic grin only grew wider as she turned to Jill, “You ready to go home, Grammy?”

Jill watched as Jessica “talked” with Jacob. She sat there trying to catch her breath. It had taken more out of her then anticipated. Likely because he was dead for so long. As Jessica asked her if she was ready to go home, Jill turned her head and coughed up a little blood. She sat there for a moment and finally turned her head back to Jessica, as a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth. “Of course I’m ready to go. I just need a lift... Of course.” She smiled with another cough, although no blood came up that time. She did however feel as if she had just been in a fight and didn’t come out too well from it.

Jessica nodded and knocked Jacob out with a dose of a chemical cocktail, and tossed him over her shoulder. She couldn't help but shiver as she did, though, feeling his weight on her again. She shook the thought off and helped Jill to her feet before running back off toward the mansion. When they finally reached the doors of the mansion, she pushed them open with a sort of nervous tension. She put Jill down and threw Jacob in, amplifying her voice so she could be heard throughout the mansion, "Boys! I have a present for you!"

Emmet and Godric were sitting in the dining room having lunch. Emmet had ordered pizza and promptly dragged the delivery guy in and nailed him to the table. He laughed warply as the man screamed every time he hacked at him with knife and fork. The boy’s stigma glowing ominously, unlike the other Oskins stigma, his was reversed. Being black as hell and bearing a crimson cross. Godric ate and watched his brother. He'd been different since he'd come back. He no longer held the deep sadness as before. On the contrary Godric couldn’t sense anything from Emmet at all; just a leathery aura that he couldn’t describe. Emmet dragged his knife downward, "Hmm, quite the sausage you have, wonder how it taste!!" he cackled manically. Both boys looked up as they heard their mother’s voice, "Goody, a present. Hope it's a tank, heheheheheheehee," he whooped and leaped from his chair, with a snap of his fingers, the man and table were reduced to ash.

Godric followed after his brother as he zoomed off. They reached the opening room and saw Jessica standing there with a boy not far from there own age. Emmet was slightly disappointed, but the boy was intriguing. He wondered how his insides looked; maybe he tasted like fine veal. Godric was curious as well.

Jessica was staring up at the boys with a serious face, one of neither cruelty or anger or even happiness. Her face was blank. Completely emotionless. Her mouth opened slowly as she knelt down beside Jacob and awoke him, standing back up as she took a deep breath, "Boys. I want you to meet your father."

Jacob snapped back to consciousness as Jessica made her announcement. He couldn’t help but laugh aloud, “Oh, wow! WOW! You actually got pregnant!? Holy fucking shit, and twins no less! You must REALLY have missed me, Jess, cause that one looks just like me. Man, I bet they’re just as bitchy as you were. Do they cry themselves to sleep every night knowing their mommy was my bitch?!” He laughed aloud, and a pained look crossed Jessica’s face. She was clearly uncomfortable now that her Stigma had retreated, “Oh man. That’s fucking funny. Come here and sit on daddy’s lap, kids, and he’ll tell you how your mommy cried and screamed as I raped her!”

Emmet and Godric starred at Jacob, and then at each other. Neither of then had suspected this; it was not on the table at all. They noted how his features were eerily similar to Godric’s. Emmet’s insane smile hadn’t budged an inch; if nothing this merely tweaked his insanity. Godric’s face was emotionless; the concept of the mother was just sinking in, now there was the concept of the father to take into account. Jessica had said they had no father, only a man who had forced himself on her and in the process created Emmet and himself. Just a sperm donor Fran said. But how was he here? Jessica had said she'd killed him. He looked over at Jill sitting in the middle of the room, looking exhausted. Was she capable of revival, like Emmet? Clearing his throat, he took a step forward, "Hello...f..d..Jacob," using a term for him other than his given name was uncomfortable.

Emmet followed suit, "Hey daddy!!!" he exclaimed, before falling into one of his now common fits of mad laughter. The temperature was skyrocketing, and then falling down completely, back and forth. Emmet trembled. Somewhere, deep down hearing about Jessica being raped angered him, though he was beyond emotions, beyond comprehending them. Only pain and death mattered. "Oooh, do tell!" Emmet exploded across the room, creating a sonic boom in the process. He crashed straight into Jacob and straddled him, “Interesting, mommy killed you and now you’re here, fascinating, boring, exhilarating. You know, daddy, I’ve raped people too!"

Jill sat on the ground slowly catching her breath, but not nearly enough yet. She witnessed Emmet and Godric come in and meet their father, yet the reaction wasn't how she expected. As Emmet flew forward and pounced Jacob, she struggled to brace the sonic boom. She then struggled to her feet and made it over to the stairs. She didn't normally fear the power of one of their unleashed stigma's, however in a powerless state like she was, she wasn't about to try her luck. She made it about halfway up the stairs and sat down. Well, she more fell there. She held her stomach and leaned against the railing. She just coughed a bit more and just watched the scene unfold before her.

Jacob was knocked off his feet by the kid that looked a lot like Jessica, but what surprised him was that he FLEW across the room and tackled him, sitting on his stomach. Though his supposed his son was older than him, Jacob couldn't help but find himself irate, "Get the fuck off of me. Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? Fucking queer." He grumbled trying to push Emmet off of himself. Aside from being really uncomfortable, he wanted to regain his stance of power. To him, this was all just some sick game. He was the “dad,” he was in control here, or at least that’s how it should have been. Not only that, but the kid was clearly fucking insane. But as Emmet started talking, he couldn’t help but smile, “So you aren’t a bitch. You take after your old man. You like to hear the ladies scream too?”

Jessica was simply watching the reactions of her sons. She was whole-heartedly worried about Emmet. His demeanor had changed so drastically, so suddenly. But to hear him call Jacob, “daddy” made her want to throw up. To hear Jacob bad-mouth him made her want to tear his head off and shove it up his ass. For now, though, she simply watched. a look of both pain and intrigue settled onto her face.

Emmet just laughed as he was pushed off by Jacob. A look of puzzlement crossed his face " Ladies? I’m talking about my screaming, dear god the intense pain, the pleasure. Lubes for pansies. I take it raw!" Godric blushed slightly at Emmet’s lude comment, but he could feel the leathery feeling again, the rise in temperature in the room. Emmet’s expression darkened drastically "But you see, Jakey," a sickeningly sugary tone taking over, "I abhor such contact with woman. Truthfully it makes me sick to my stomach. While I thank you for the baby juice that crafted God and I," a kick at blinding speed aimed straight between Jacobs legs connected, “MOTHERFUCKER, YOUR DICK’S REVOKED!!”

Jacob's face turned from one of questionable pride to one of disgust, and then finally to one of intense pain as he got kicked in the nuts. Luckily, he was already on the ground, otherwise he would have had to double over in pain, "You really are a fucking bitch aren't you? Just like your bitch mother." Jacob wheezed, the breath effectively knocked out of him, "Anything that came from her has to be a bitch. I bet you do your fucking brother, you (insert naughties here)! God dammit, if not for that bitch move, I'd kick your little bitch ass!" He shouted, his face red as he attempted to get to his feet. This was not going at all as he had thought.

Jessica couldn’t help but smile at Emmet’s reaction, though she gritted her teeth as Jacob opened his mouth again to spew out more insults to her child. However, their reactions were their own, and she would let them express themselves as they wanted to, “Do whatever it is you want to, to him, but don’t break him completely. I want answers.”

Emmet smiled broadly at Jessica “Of course. I'd love to hear this, but first!" Emmet’s right arm transformed into pure fire "He simply has to feel the burn," a hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see Godric striding past him, his face ever stoic. But his eyes burned with deep hatred at the boy before him; assuming such a thing. Brothers did not engage in such activity; though if Emmet ever brought it up, it was an entirely different matter. He kneeled down before Jacob and grabbed his jaw and forced it open. Placing their mouths close, a clear liquid slipped out of Godric’s mouth and crawled into Jacob’s. Emmet watched with deep fascination, “What’d you do, God?” Godric stood up " A venom that turns the human body into one...giant...pain receptor; he’s vastly more receptive to pain then any human can be," he proved his point by producing a blade of corrosive poison and slashing Jacobs wrist.

Emmet cackled at his scream. He stooped down and placed his left, unenflamed hand on Jacob’s stomach. The slight touch, inflamed his inside till the point his very blood boiled. Laughing gleefully, he pulled his hand back then placed it back, on and off. Laughing crazily, “Aw Jakey wakey, what’s wrong? Does it hurt?" his question followed by Emmet raking his fiery claws across Jacobs stomach. Godric reached for Jacobs left arm and with a vicious tug ripped it clear off. He corroded it into nothing, "The flesh of one so vile doubtlessly tastes horrible."

Emmet bit into Jacobs navel area, "BBQ'd he ain’t half bad." Emmet’s eyes were drawn to Jacobs groin area, then back up to his father’s face, then down again, "Should we save that for dessert, or throw etiquette out the window and have it now....would that kill him? "

Godric shrugged. "I can halt the bleeding."

Emmet gave a sigh of relief " Oh, that’s good. Any words of final manhood you doth wish to utter? "

Jacob was practically crying now, "You're fucking *rudies* psychopaths! Both of you! Jesus fucking Christ, you're monsters! Monsters!" He shouted, the cool confidence long gone, "Get the fuck away from me! Holy shit, Jessie, babe, come on, we can work through this! It doesn't have to be this way. Oh my fucking god!" He was pleading with anyone who would listen, tears and snot drenching his face as he begged for forgiveness and mercy, and whatever else he could think of. Jessica simply smirked and held a hand out, asking for the boys to pause, "Isn't it ironic that the monsters we create always come back to get us in the end? Because this all seems very, very familiar." She turned to Emmet and Godric, "Go for it." She said as she backed off and watched. There was a cruel pleasure there, and the evidence that her fear of the young man had been for nothing was becoming bolder. The fears, the hate, the pure agony, all of it was subsiding at his screams.

Jill sat on the stairs and watched. She was a bit giddy although she couldn't enjoy it as much as she wished too. When Godric and Emmet were debating what to do with his "manhood" she just smiled and managed to get a thought out to him. "Rip it off and feed it to him boys..." She coughed a bit more before continuing. "Shut that foul mouth of his."

Emmet laughed at their grandmothers suggestion, "My thoughts exactly Grammy.” Emmet burned Jacobs pants off, being careful to not damage “the package." Emmet shook his head as he saw Jacob was wearing underwear with Barney the dinosaur on it, "Wow, dude, that’s beyond lame.” Very lovingly, Emmet ripped the underwear off and just about died from sheer laughter, "HOW THE FUCK DID THAT PENCIL DICK MAKE GOD AND I!!" he was laughing so hard tears streamed down his face and accidentally landed on Jacob, healing some of his pain. Emmet quickly stabbed the spot the tears had hit, replacing the relief with greater pain.

Godric kneeled next to his brother, "Would you like it done slowly?”

Emmet nodded eagerly, "Of course, let the family moment last!! " he cackled at Jacobs pointless pleas. Godric gripped and slowly pulled, the poison breaking the cells at the base apart, horribly slowly. Fifteen minutes later, it was complete.

Handing it off to Emmet, Godric once again forced Jacob’s mouth open. Emmet jammed it in, straight down his throat. Emmet continued to push. He could visibly see it in Jacob’s throat and that got another round of laughter, "God, do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?"

Godric shrugged, “Either way."

Emmet moved one hand down to Jacob’s ruined manhood, “Scrambled it is!"

An hour later and Jacob was just barely clinging onto life. Much of his body had been destroyed, burned beyond recognition though his throat remained functioning thanks to Emmet’s tears. His left eye ripped out, his right ear bitten on, his chest cavity exposed and much of his insides charred. His arms and legs had been devoured and he belonged to no gender.

Jessica had joined in on the laughter, laughing herself to tears as Emmet and Godric tortured their father, having to physically lean on the wall to keep herself from falling over herself. She simply couldn't help herself. They really were her sons. Any doubt in her mind had been cleared up in an instant. Seeing that pathetic mess so horribly massacred was like taking your first bite of your favorite food, ten fold. Over the course of the spectacle, Jessica had used her ability to give Jill a bit of a boost to help her body stabilize itself. Finally, when all was said and done, Jacob could be heard with a croaked voice, begging for death. She simply knelt down beside him and said, “Give me my answers, and we’ll let you die.”

Jacob hacked, “You were the only person to humiliate me on a level like that. You were so cock sure of yourself. You needed to be brought down a few notches. Me and the guys…we thought we knew what we were doing. But we didn’t count on you being a monster. I think…maybe, at some point, I may have actually liked you. But…I couldn’t let you win. So I made you my bitch. Because I could, and nobody could stop me. And you were hot, too. But you acted like a boy. So we made sure you knew you were a bitch. I guess the joke was on us, in the end.”

Jessica’s anger flared up, but she said nothing at first, “For your ego then.” She said finally, standing up, “Alright. Continue, boys.”

Jacob’s eyes widened, “You said…you’d kill me….you bitch!”

Jessica laughed, “We will. Eventually.”

Emmet had been listening to Jacob talk with minimum attention. Though when he mentioned liking Jessica and still causing her pain, his mind flashed to Sylar, to Gabriel. His mind spun, his chest ached, and his stomach twisted up. Tears started pouring out and this time he allowed them to fall on Jacob. His body started healing immediately, limbs and other appendages re-growing, cuts closing, flesh growing back. The intense pain giving way to relief for the briefest of moments; he lay there, naked and completely healed over. Emmet barred his fangs, the stigma screaming inside his head. His vision blurring, suddenly it wasn’t Jacob he was looking at but Gabriel.

He blinked and was looking at Jacob again. Before he even realized what he was doing, blood was splattering him as he ripped into Jacob’s body, fire flaring around his body as he yelled his voice dual. He hated Jacob all the more, making him think of Gabriel, he hated him. No, never, he loved him. Emmet halted in his bludgeoning and looked down, "Oops. Got a little too carried away.” Jacob’s body was even more wrecked then before. Emmet quickly healed him again "Let’s take this at a slower pace "

Jacob let out a sigh or relief as Emmet healed him, but then started screaming again as Emmet's fangs dug into his body, the screams filled the entrance hall as blood splatter the walls, the ceiling, the floors, the windows, and anything in between, including Jessica and Jill, along with the decorations in the main hall. Jessica casually turned to Jill and said, "I wonder if Fran will make us pay the bill for the steam cleaning, this is an otherwise really nice room."

Jill watched what was going on. She was feeling much better as Jessica helped her, and her natural energy returned to her. She was now standing up next to Jessica, as if nothing had happened. "Pay for the bills? I haven't paid for anything in years, though. I can just turn time back on the walls to before when they were all bloody. I think the blood does accent the room quite well though." She was now looking down on her dress. It has some blood spatters on it and she was reversing time to clean them off. As much as she loved blood, it didn't go on clothing too well.

Jessica shrugged, "Meh, they do add a touch of color, but it kinda makes the room too plain. I mean. It's on everything." She said with a shrug, cleaning the blood off of the room and having it hover in the air for a moment before a look fell on her face, "Wait, what do I do with it now?"

Emmet taped his chin in thought. Quite frankly there were countless ways to take this now. Oh so many, but one in particularly came to mind. But he'd rather Jill and Jessica not be present, it could come later, but for now, "Hmm, maybe a particular eye for an eye should be invoked?” he leaned over and whispered something in Godric’s ear. Godric nodded, grabbing Jacob’s legs, he flipped him roughly onto his stomach. Godric brought his right fist up and coated it with poison. Emmet giggled uncontrollably he walked over to Jacobs head and grabbed his hair yanking him up so that he was forced to look at Jessica, "Pucker, up bitch."

Jacob struggled against Emmet's grip, "Get the fuck off of me, you fucking *rudies*!" He yelled, slamming his fist into Emmet's arms a few times.

Godric rammed his fist downward, forcing his entire arm in. The anal penetration mind numbingly painful enough, was made worse as Godric’s poison spread through Jacobs body. Blood forcing its way out of every crevice of his body in a steaming torrent. His eye asploded out of his sockets, his tongue engorged then receded into nothing. Emmet laughed off Jacob’s pathetic hits "Twist your arm around God," Godric did as asked, causing another spike of pain to go through Jacobs already wrecked body.

Jacob practically swallowed his own tongue as Godric fisted him. And then blood was coming out of every orifice he had, ears, eyes, mouth, lower places, "Guh...uh....bluh." He tried, but nothing but low guttural noises came out. As his eyes popped out, he began screaming again, his voice actually cracking as he sort of fell forward and just twitched. His eye balls rolled across the floor and came to a stop at Jessica's feet, "Oh, lookie, grapes." She said as she put her foot down on them, "Oops."

Hours had passed since the start of the torment. Jacob Hanson having been torn apart bodily only to be healed and put through the same hell again. Emmet licked some of Jacobs’s blood from the side of his face. He'd just healed Jacob after flaying all of his flesh off “I must say. I'll cherish this family bonding through the centuries,” Godric was sitting cross legged on the floor eating one of Jacob’s limbs. His mouth full, he merely shrugged.

Jill watched the two brothers torture their "father" for hours. She wasn't going to let them have all the fun though. She walked down the stairs after he was once again fully healed. She looked over to Godric who was eating a limb and just smiled. She focused on aging Jacob's "marbles". After they were aged enough, they actually fossilized, rather then decomposing. She smiled and looked at Emmet and Godric. "Do me a favor boys, and stand him up. Let gravity do a nice round of a slow torture."

The pain was so much to bear. It had been hours. He regretted ever having met the stupid bitch, let alone banging her. Even her initial torture was nothing compared to this, "Jessie...please....kill me...." He groaned from the floor. He didn't even care that his balls had turned to stone, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm fucking sorry." He cried his voice weak and pleading.

Jessica yawned. She had once seen Jacob as her ultimate tormentor. Now he was just pathetic. Hardly worth the time the boys were taking on him, “I dunno. Killing you seems like such a waste. Maybe Fran has some nice painful experiments she’d like to run. Then you’d be an asshole who got tortured and benefitted mankind. Isn’t that nice?” She asked with an air of nonchalance.

Fran, who had been looking for everyone, walked into the open hall, “Oh, there you are, everyone. Dinner’s ready." she starred at Jacob for a moment. His features resembled Godric’s, slightly. They possessed the same black hair and their cheek bones were shaped the same. He must be Godric and Emmet’s father. The blood everywhere and Jacob’s state of dress told the story of what’d been happening well. Godric threw Jacob down before Fran’s feet "Do you require any test subjects?"

Fran thought for a moment “Now that you mention it, I have been wanting to do this experiment."

Jessica raised an eyebrow at Fran's timely appearance, "Dinner? Has it been so long already? How painful is this experiment?" She asked, sending a small grin Jacob's way.

Jacob, who now lay at Fran's feet, plead, "Please, you look like a nice lady. Please. Kill me...Pleeease." He plead, looking for even a small bit of sanity amongst the madness of the past few hours, "Don't let them have their sick fun with me anymore. Please, for the love of god, kill me."

Jessica shrugged, "Even if she were to kill you, if we wanted you alive we could just bring you back. No, I'm afraid that you are very much fucked."

Jill turned to see Fran as she came in mentioning dinner. After a tiring day, dinner sounded good. As Jessica answered the poor bastards pleas Jill could only laugh. "Yes, fucked in more then one way. Isn't that right?" She said chuckling at the memory of what just occurred. She walked a bit towards the dinning room. "Lock him up somewhere and let's eat. I'm starved."

Fran nodded at Jessica's question “Oh yes. I’m afraid I’ll have to forgo anything that would put him under. It would compromise the experiment," Fran just starred at Jacob as he pleaded for her to kill him. She shrugged, "Killing in itself doesn’t bother me. But I could never intentionally kill someone else. Human life is precious and should be preserved," she smiled kindly as some of her large assistants appeared and grabbed Jacob, dragging him off "You'll keep living, I promise that. Your body may fall out of the category of human, be wracked with pain, but you'll still live."

Emmet watched Jacob get dragged away and waved, "Bye-bye!" Godric was impassive and followed Jill to the dining room. Emmet turned and started walking towards the door, "I had my fill of him earlier. Now I need some exercise, later," he didn’t know if that was true. But nothing else mattered; now all there was, was him. To find him, and make him pay.

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2010: Las Vegas

Nate shifted Nick around on his shoulder, very thankful that he'd installed a gym in the house "No, hell I’ve only met him a couple of times,"

Rose leaned against the elevator wall, "His mom and him would come over to our house a lot. But I guess you were too young to really remember. Of course, after she died and he was sent off to live with relatives in Europe, all forms of communication was cut off. "

Greg started coughing loudly making everyone turn to look at him. He waved him off, "Just a little cough, nothing to worry about," before anything else could be said, a ding sound went off and the elevator opened.

It was a large business like room with a long rectangular table dominating most of the room, chairs sticking out on all sides. "Welcome, my family," Azrael called from the head of the table, his hands folded politely on the table. Nate and Rose both noted his activated stigma, but chose not to say anything, it was rare for an Oskin to possess an eternal Stigma and be relatively sane. They walked towards the table.

Nate sat Nick down in one of the chairs, "Sup Azzy, been a while in a half ain’t it?"

Azrael smiled, "Indeed it has cousin Nate, Rose, you’re as beautiful as I remember, uncle Greg always a pleasure " his eyes moved to Nicole " And who is this? " Everyone sat down " My baby girl, Nicole " said Nate, sitting back with his feet on the table " Got any grub? "

Nicole did a small curtsy as her father introduced her, but otherwise stayed quiet. She could see the Stigma in Azrael’s eye, and after her father’s reaction to it back at the summer home, it unnerved her.

Azrael smile widened and his eyes twinkled. He snapped his fingers a line of men came in, each holding a platter or a jug of liquid. Once they'd sat them all down and left, Azrael tucked in a napkin " I hope this is to your liking, I know how ravenous our family can get," Nate reached forward and piled food onto a plate.

Rose rolled her eyes and made her own plate as well as Greg’s, "It's all very nice, thank you Azrael," for a while everybody ate and not a word was said.

"So, tell me. What brings you all to Las Vegas, not that I don't appreciate the chance to see family."

Nate wiped his mouth off and took a swig of wine, "Clip notes version. Some fucker wants to use Nicky for some numb nuts plan. So we thought it best to go below the radar for a while and you’re the closest relative, and here we are," Azrael nodded. His mind taking in what he'd just learned, "I see, that must be quite frightening, what is your ability?" he asked Nicole directly.

Nicole looked at her father to ask if it was okay for her to disclose this information. Usually, she simply denied having an ability completely, or said she wasn’t sure. But Azrael was family, so surely nothing could be bad about telling him.

Nate caught his daughter look and shrugged. If she wanted to reveal her ability, it was alright with him. It was her decision, even though something about Azrael bugged him.

Nicole was mentally biting her lip. In the end, she decided to simply lie, “I don’t really know. The guy was really crazy, babbling about time travel and stuff. I think he was confused or something. I don’t really know, but it was freaky.” She said with a shrug, beginning to make up her own plate of food and picking at it slowly.

Azrael starred at the girl for a moment, and then nodded, “Yes. There are a lot of crazy people out in the world,” he laughed softly to himself, "Well, you need not worry while under my roof, Miss Nicole. Uncle Greg, how are you doing?"

The older man was sipping a cup of water, "Oh I’m fine, this old horse ain’t heading out to pasture just yet." he coughed but quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

Rose moved the topic, "So, Azrael, it certainly looks like you’ve been successful."

Azrael sat up a little straighter, "I certainly can't complain. The money is good; though I miss running my toy company a tad bit more."

Rose smiled, "You always did like toys; you loved coming over to our house simply for the fact that you got to play with dad."

Greg chuckled and Azrael blushed slightly, “Indeed, but I’ve moved on to...other activities."

“Such as?” Nate asked, watching Nicole pick at her plate.

Azrael’s smile changed slightly, “Oh, this and that. Running a hotel, schmoozing with the other rich, and whatnot. I’ve met a lot of interesting people," he was looking solely at Nate now," By the way. Um, who exactly is that?" he gestured at Nick without looking at him.

Nate met Azrael’s gaze “Skip him."

Nicole smiled a little, “Mr. Azrael, can I play the slots at one of your casino’s later? I heard that they’re a lot of fun, but Dad said I wasn’t old enough to get into them.” She said with a bit of a smile. She really wanted to try her hand at the Vegas slots that she’d heard about, but never gotten the chance to try. Maybe even a few games of cards or something too.

Azrael smiled, his eyes still on Nate, “Hmm, you’re a little young. But if you’re Nate’s daughter then you must certainly be wise beyond your years. Of course you can,"

Nate shrugged, "Just don't lose too much money."

Rose rolled her eyes, "Brilliant Nate."

Greg stretched out " I wouldn’t mind hitting the slots myself " Azraels eyes veered to Nicole so suddenly that Nate didn’t catch it " Miss Nicole, I must say. You certainly hold the Oskin looks, but you have your mothers face. Tell me, do you see her often?"

Nicole was taken aback by the question, “Oh. No…my mother died when I was born, sir. I really don’t even know what she looks like.” She said, going silent as her eyes were cast down, giving her the appearance that she was in prayer, “Did you know her well, Mr. Azrael?”

Nate, Rose, and Greg all froze in place. Nate’s eyes widened considerably as Azrael mentioned Nicole’s mother. The woman he'd told his daughter had died at birth. But in fact that was a complete lie. Azrael loved the expression on Nate’s face "Why do you ask in the past tense? Sophie Contessa Victoria King is alive and well. Why I just saw her and her husband, Ronald King, last night in fact. She most certainly was not dead."

Nicole sat with her head down, staring at her plate for a moment longer before her mouth opened slowly, “That’s not funny. That’s a cruel joke, Mr. Azrael. My Dad would never lie to me about something like that.” She said, casting a glance at her father, but catching the looks on everyone’s faces, “...Right…?”

Azrael’s smile didn’t change in the slightest " Oh dear me. I didn’t mean to upset anybody. I didn’t know Miss Nicole had been mislead about the status of her dear mother."

Rose kept her composure, "Azrael, how do you know this Sophie person is actually Nicole’s mother?"

Azrael cocked his head, "Why, Rose, the exactness in there appearances is too pronounced for them not to be."

Nate was at a loss for words and fumbled around for something to say. He never once thought that something like this would come up. Never in a million years. "Nicky....I’m sorry " tears slowly started to leak out of his eyes " Sophie....your mother...she's alive. I lied about her being dead," He glared at Azrael. Fucking bastard, why did he have to bring this shit up for? And another thing, how did he even fucking know that Sophie was Nicole’s mother in the first damn place?

Nicole was dumbstruck. Her father had lied to her about her mother being alive. All these years and her mother had been alive all along, “You all knew, didn’t you? Didn’t you!?” She stood up, shouting, “Was it funny?! Was it all a nice joke you laughed about behind my back?! Was it…was it…” She couldn’t even find the words to speak, she was so furious, “I HATE you! I HATE ALL OF YOU!” She screamed, sobbing. But the sobbing quickly turned to laughter. As Nicole’s head came up, it was very evident that her Stigma was in control now.

“Azrael. Thank you for getting rid of my faith in my family. It was the only thing truly holding my true power back.” She laughed, her voice warped and twisted, the sweet and innocent voice from before was gone, “Now. Father dearest. You lying bastard. I know you think you can make this aaaaall better by putting little Nicole to sleep like before. But if I even so much as feel drowsy, our little walking time bomb blows. I don’t care if it takes me out too. I’m going to walk out of here, and NOBODY is going to follow me. M’kay?” She asked, taking a step backward, that psychotic grin still plastered to her face.

Nicole’s words bombarded Nate like nuclear bombs "Nicky, please, you have to understand " he stopped as she started laughing. A cold wave went through him as he saw the stigma in his little girl awaken. Nobody moved as Nicole made her threat. Nate cursed silent, wishing he'd followed his insincts and left the little cunt in the trunk.

Azrael seemed unbothered by this turn of events, “Oh, no trouble at all Miss Nicole, as you'll learn. Our family is nothing but a cluster of rabble, with nothing but violence, lies and pain to show for itself. Really, we shouldn’t exist at all " As Nicole started moving backwards Azrael snapped his fingers and someone burst through the door and on Nicole. 777 was holding the girl up by the scruff of her neck " I guarantee you Miss Nicole, even think about this plan of yours and 777 will crush every bone in your body instantly "

Nate growled " Let my daughter go fucker! " he snapped, pulling out some knives.

Rose stood up, thorns and vines beginning to extend out of her body " Azrael what is the meaning of this?! " Azrael said nothing, suddenly his right eye glowed and Roses body was broken up and transported into his mind.

" ROSE!! " Greg screamed standing up out of his chair so fast that it upturned. 777 smiled psychotically and hurled Nicole, Nate ran forward to catch his daughter but 777 was already there to meet him. He aimed a punch at Nate that caught him by surprise and sent him flying back onto the table, breaking it in half. He groaned in pain, four of his ribs broken, Greg narrowly caught the girl.

As something tackled her from behind and hauled her up by her scruff, she spit out profanities and other such insults among threats and demands, “Go ahead, dumbass, you’ll still get fucking obliterated by the explosion, you numb fucking retard!” She shouted angrily, before being tossed across the room. Some distant part of her wanted to go to her father as he was sent flying into the table, but the Stigma was in control now. As soon as Greg caught her, she shoved the older man backwards and sprinted across the room, grabbing Nick by his chair and wheeling him out the door, “Come on sleeping fucktard, you might still be of some use to me later!”

Greg stumbled on his butt as Nicole pushed him aside, grabbed Nick and bolted out of the room. Nate struggled to sit up, fighting through the pain " Nicky! " he yelled " Come back!! " he struggled to his feet, with the intention of going after his daughter, a blinding kick by 777 sends him crashing across the room and against the window, shattering it. Azrael finally got up and strode over " Hmm, the stigma is strong in that one. Hmm, it seem’s I do wonder what her ability is though and what that man she took with her has to do with it. Either way " he pulled out his cell phone and called his head of security. The entire hotel/casino has been cleared out, he'd stationed every nook and cranny with his security team " Yes, there’s a young girl about fourteen years of age, elim- Azraels phone was knocked out of his hand and pinned against a wall by a...scalpel? " Really Azrael, attacking ones kin, fine as it is. You take it a naughty way " Everyone turned to the window. Standing on a platform of blood was Redrum, his trench coat flapping in the wind. He stepped into the room, surveying everyone with a polite expression masking murderous intent.

Azrael glared " And just what are you doing here? "

Redrum shrugged and held out his hand, blood coursed forward and formed a sword " Death " he lunged at Azrael, but 777 was instantly there, blocking his blade with reinforced muscles " Well hello there, are you strong "

777 grinned darkly and grabbed Redrums sword and snapped it in half " Maybe " Redrum and 777 smiled at each other, readying themselves for the coming fight. Greg dashed over to Nate and helped his son to him feet " Come on, we have to get out of here " together, they ran out of the room. Azrael calmly walking and exiting the room as well. He made a left in the hall and headed for his secret room.

2010: Las Vegas Sanders House
DL was just glad to be out of the hospital, back working as a Fireman, being a hero, and not having any agents to worry about, the police weren't on his back, he was just happy, a perfect life. He'd just managed to help some students escape a school, using his ability of course, he'd made them intangible, and helped them escape the flaming facility. Upon escape, he as once again praised, getting medals. Finally after a tedious day of work, he began making his way back to the house, still in his uniform, parking the car in the garage, he slipped in, and looked around. Ah Nikki ain't home yet. He sent her a quick text message. Hey Baby, I'm home, can you pick up something on the way home, please? He went up to Micah's room, and frowned, his son wasn't there. "Micah!" He called out, and there was no response, he began walking. Damn it, where are they. DL sent him a text message. Micah, where you? What's going on with mom?

(OOC: The Family-If you wanna join just send a PM saying which of your characters you want to join, and why they'd be useful/what they can contribute. You can suggest as many people as you want, the GMs will judge, kk.)

2010: Somewhere in California; Sandy's Diner

Kassandra was waiting tables, as usual. She looked up at the neon clock in Sandy's Diner. "I'm off! See you guys tomorrow." She tore off her white apron and tossed it onto the hook with her name on it. She quickly grabbed her duffle bag and ran out of the door, and down the street towards the bus stop. She caught it just in time to hop aboard the bus, "Hey Howie." and sit in her usual seat towards the back of it. She was silent the whole way home. She hopped off the bus cheerily and walked into her apartment complex. She passed the doorman, and a few neighbors before finally reaching her apartment. 102C. She dropped her bag by the door and fell into her couch. "Air conditioning on a Friday, nothing beats this."

(OOC: Hope this was okay ^_^)

2010:The School
Mishi was making her way back to the school, where Tenshi was last spotted, that was the mission, she'd heard about all the Chinese vanishing, and then NASA finding there bodies compressed in space, heading towards the atmosphere, she hoped Tenshi himself had not been one of the victims, she could not get into contact with any of the Chinese whom had been given abilities, this didn't make any sense, she couldn't even contact Nathan. Have i been lied too, manipulated!? If So there will be hell to pay. She had stolen a vehicle, and began making her way down to the school, she was now a fugitive wanted by the American Government, and the Chinese Government, she wished she still retained her ability to shape-shit or some sort of way of disusing herself, but once she found Tenshi, her son could help her. As she neared the outskirts of the school, she pulled out her weapon, she didn't know what challenges she might face within, but she kept her ability de-activated if the people had done something to her son, she couldn't let them know she was coming.
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Matt had decided it was now or never, he'd need all the help he could he was watching television that strange events in Yellowstone park,unnatural, he knew Agents would be heading there perhaps Danko. IF I'm lucky, I can kill two birds with one stone. He focused, his signature facial expression seen as he let thoughts flow into his head and he went into Mohinder's room. "Mohinder listen, I need your help you have to watch this" He turned on the TV that was talking about the events in Yellowstone.(SM's post.) "I don't know what's going on, but I painted the future, a MASSIVE earth-quake, we have to stop it."

2010: Mall

Emmet breezed through the ailes. Picking up clothes and putting them back. He felt exhilerated and bursting with energy. Still high off his battle with Magix and the wonderful torture of his father. Nothing could bring him down now. Except for his state of dress. It was time to return to the darkness. He selected a series of outfits, all in black and tried them on. He modeled in front of a four sided mirror, his appearance seeming more and more like himself. He leaned forward to get a closer look at his face in the mirror. His right eye, pure black with a red cross in the center. He grinned derangely, it was rave, he had to admit. He looked at all the clothes he'd chosen, something was missing. But he couldnt put his prostate on what it was. He suddenly realized that he needed shoes. He dashed off to the foot wear section. He looked and looked, but nothing screamed out to him. Suddenly, he saw them. Sitting a bit ways to the back of the room. Placed on a pedestal, on a blood red pillow. A pair of knee high, goth style leather boots.. With a steel towe and buckle straps. He HAD to have them. Practically gliding over, he picked them up and tried them on. They fit perfectly!! He headed back to the changing room to complete his outfit. He chose a some black shorts cut off a little up his knees, a black T-shirt with a a dark scarecrow on it, some black leather gloves with the fingers cut off and a trench coat, he ripped the sleeves off of them. He grinned viciously at his appearance. He looked like sin. Emmet headed towards the exit

" Exscuse me sir " one of the clerks came running up to him " Im sorry but you have to pay for those "

Emmet just smiled. Five minutes later he was flying away from the mall. Leaving it engulfed in flames. He arrived back at the castle and walked through the front door. He quickly located everyone in the dining room " Guten Tag " he greeted " Notice anything new? " Godric swallowed the mouthful of flesh and nodded " Your outfit "

Fran smiled " Yes. Your wearing all black again. Very vampire goth "

Emmet grinned showing fangs " Thanx. What do you think, mother? " he cackled eerily, it was the first time he'd referred to her in that manner, it was riot!

2010: Marietta, Georgia, Suburbs
Kurt had taken the bus a few miles back, but now he was ready for anything it seemed, he was going to need every ounce of his strength, whatever was threatening his mom, she didn't trust the police, it was an urgent matter why hadn't he just risked going over the limit for her, at least to use Flash bring her into the speed force, or another dimension for safe keeping, he somewhat regretted this actions. But he couldn't let thoughts of doubt cloud his mind, his thinking, he animated a gun, and began heading to his house, pausing, he wanted to be smart about this. He transformed into Emma Frost, getting diamond skin, and hearing thoughts of his mother panicked, and shooters inside. Kurt, get away it's a trap. Oh no, I'm coming to get you mom don't panic. He burst in and bullets were unloaded on him.

They bounced off his/her bullet proof skin, and she sent out mental bolts downing the shooters, but he knew that wouldn't stop them forever, he raced over to his mother who was tied up, and a man his father John, Kurt was suddenly pissed, as John began firing at Emma, the bullets stopped in mid air as Magneto appeared, having stopped the weapons with his magnetic energy, some of the other shooters began screaming out, in pain, running around except John, Kurt freed his mother, by tearing the ropes off, and sirens were heard due to the shooting the police were coming, but outside he heard explosions it he spotted Pryo in the center of the destruction flames in his hands. Seems Magneto brought company. "Prackner get out of here, you must survive"

Kurt nodded, he planned to get out of there, his mother was panicked. "Kurt! Where are we going, who's that guy outside wha-" Kurt stopped her. "It's all part of my ability I promise" As they began running, a tranquilizer hit his mother, gun fire was happening outside, and Kurt leaned down towards his mother seeing the poison start to spread. "K..kurt you have to go" "MOM!" Kurt began shaking her, and cursed, as Magneto disarmed John, and repelled him with a magnetic blast of force. John scrambled for his gun, as Kurt resumed his normal form. He fired his own shot right into his father's chest, his anger was filling him, he knew something even more dangerous would appear, but he didn't care, his mother. "YOU BASTARD I'll KLL YOU!" Magneto faded away, as John now bleeding clutched his wound with one hand, and reached for the tranquilizer gun with the other. "You sick freak of nature, I hate your kind." Kurt clutched his gun. "THE HELL DID I DO YOU you piss of hit father" Kurt said firing another bullet, but John managed to evade, as more police began making there way to the scene."

John began to laugh, as he rolled across the side-walk grabbing the gun, leaving behind a trail of blood, as police began making there way to the area, police pulling out guns, but Kurt didn't want them in his way, and they all vanished, there exact location Kurt didn't even care. "ANSWER ME WHAT THE HELL DID I DO!?" John laughed. "You came into my house, your just like your dad, an animal. You killed my sister, that "Dragon" Attack your uncle was talking about, WHO you think caused it! The only reason I didn't poison your damn baby food was because of that bitch over there, but now she's fading away, your going to feel the same pain I felt when she died, BRYAN's missing because of you! Probably dead somewhere in a lake! Kurt was taken aback by the news about him being responsible, but it made since, but he was only a child back then, but still he'd killed her, it seemed like everyone around him always died. Kurt clenched his fists. "You sick bastard, you killed your own wife, your still a monster, and monsters deserve to die!>" Kurt said that as spikes began emerging from his skin, becoming grey, his voice inhuman as he shifted into the monstrosity known only as Doomsday.

The situation had attracted Agents, Neighbors were growing terrified at the situation, he couldn't blame them not that he really cared. As the helicopters came, he clenched his fists roaring. "I"LL KLL EVERYTHING AGAINST MY KIND! I DONT EVEN CARE! YOU HURT MY MOTHER! I LOVED HER" HE grabbed him, moving at super speed he slammed him into one of the police cars, and leaped into the air, taking down all the helicopters instantly, before making his way back to the ground causing a minor crater, as he began to strangle John resisting the temptation to cut open his neck with his blades, "I'll make you suffer forever! Kurt began to cut through his father's neck as blood seeped out, he grabbed his father's legs with one hand, and head with the other, and pushed breaking his father's body into pieces, blood, and guts spattering everywhere, as well as the remnants of his bones crushed into powder, Kurt then reverted to his human form falling to the ground, The Agents were coming no doubt his demise was near, he lay on the asphalt with tears streaming down his eyes, everyone he had was gone or was leaving, even Nick was missing, he didn't even know where Ron was, his mother dead, he'd even killed his mother, and caused Uncle Bryan to leave he had no one. He just lay on the ground crying, nothing mattered him. The sound of chopters grew louder, bullets went off tearing into his skin, blood pouring out, Kyle's eyes closed, as blood flowed from his multiple wounds.

School

"Incredible!" Was all that Mohinder could say as he watched the breaking news about the eruption in Yellowstone. Mohinder was going to question this as he took a seat and thought of what matt said, and tried to connect the pieces. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He doesn't need Ando..." Mohinder said softly as he was in shock. "Matt! This massive earthquake isn't a natural occurrence. This is being catalyzed by a man with an ability. I have no idea what he can do exactly, but I'm sure he has something to do with Yellowstone... We need Hiro!" Mohinder said

Mindscape

Chris had been pacing around, with his fists clenched and his face showing annoyance as boredom and anxiety soon became burdening. His eyes would look up toward Angela and Nathan every now and then, but they didn't seem to have any ideas. Chris' feet suddenly stopped. It finally got to him. He looked up into the sky that let down a few drops every couple of seconds.

"LET US OUT OF HERE! Do you know how boring this place is!? I learned my lesson! Just let us out!" Chris yelled into the sky at the god of this dimension. Chris stared into the sky, and watched as it unusually got closer. "Huh?" Chris said he looked down, to see that the ground was several feet underneath him, while a blue aura surround him. "Not this again... Maybe I can get out." Chris said his body flew up a bit faster with those last words. "Seeya on the outside Mrs. Petrelli!" Chris said as he waved.

2010: Alternate Dimension
Kurt was on the street, which faded away, and darkness enveloped him, and his mother, the bright white light was all he could see, the ground or whatever was underneath him shook, he heard loud voices speaking of things such as destiny, and power, he saw other colors blue, red, yellow, he heard roaring, he saw beasts animals, and then his father blood seeping out of him, Kurt realized he could stand, but was surrounded by all these fantastic colors, animals, and roars, until it all faded away, and he saw a massive throne, and a man dressed in all white clothing, and a red carpet appeared, Kurt looked at the man in awe was he was responsible for all of this. "God.." He said, and the man walked forward, the very ground trembling in his presence, Kurt had never witnessed something so amazing. The man had a warm smile on his face. "God? I promise you, I'm far from perfect, I am not the Lord, I am your father." Kurt backed up. "My...real father?"

Prankster nodded. "Yes, I go Prankster, but my name is Brandon Holmore, I came back for your mother" He waved his hand, and Mary appeared hugging him. "I'm so sorry Kurt, i wanted to tell you, I was going too but then he..came,." Prankster kept talking, kissing Mary. "I love you, but i need some time with my son." Mary nodded, and Prankster made her fade away, she reappeared back in her home, all the damage restored. Kurt looked at him. "How come you never came for me dad, why just now? Prankster smiled. "I've been watching over you, I needed you to learn to be dependent, because while i am powerful, I am not God, I fear terrible times are coming for us, I've put some things in motion to stop a dangerous individual" This peaked Kurt's interest. "Who is it dad, I wanna help stop him." Prankster shook his head. "These matters do not concern you, for I know the world will be saved, I am giving you the task of unifying our family."

Kurt paused, he didn't know what he meant. "What's that suppose to mean, there's more family out there?" Prankster nodded. "Yes, I need you to bring them together, one way or another, you have a brother. "Kurt nodded. "Alright then so you want me to track him down." Prankster made another teenager appear with a PSP in his hand. "This is your brother, well an image of him, you must find him..his name is Brenden Shultz."

2010: The School
Matt didn't know if his definition of incredible was the same as Mohinder's, his definition was donuts appearing out of thin air, or getting a promotion not the destruction of the earth. So now we have another dangerous special running rampart, first Ted, then Peter, now this guy, why don't these guys just quit. He thought to himself, but it seems it was time to save the world...again, but this time New York wasn't the target, it was the whole world. Matt got curious when Mohinder mentioned Ando, and Hiro hearing thoughts about the recent events that took place with his two favorite Japanese men. Matt shook his head. "Let Hiro grieve, we can find Araya, but first we need to get Rene." He said leading Mohinder into his room, and grabbing a note book, his eyes whited out, and he drew a picture, fifteen minutes later he held it up it was Rene, and Noah in a cell, with Danko nearby, Matt cursed. "Great..looks like, were gonna have to do a rescue mission, but i think I know someone who can help us" He pulled out his phone, and called David.

2010: Mindscape
Nathan was liking the situation less and less, if he was a time traveler, he'd go tell his past incarnation NOT to rescue his mother. The Sad part is I left Peter in charge of my plans, which means things are gonna get bad..real bad. He sighed the best thing about this whole situation, that's when another woman appeared broken up, he rushed over to her, leaning down to feel her neck to see if she still had a pulse. She's banged up pretty bad, the hell is going on. "Ma'me are you okay? Nathan turned to see Chris had taken off into the air. Damn kid, what part of staying together doesn't he understand. "Ma, I'll be right back" He looked up into the sky, and took off a sonic boom heard as he entered full speed catching up to Chris. "You have ADHD or something? We need to stick together!

2010: East Coast City, Construction Site
Martha left the Terracorp business her research Team and Evan where working hopefully eventually Emmet, Tony, and the third one Sylar or something could be tracked down, the enemies of Terracorp were enemies of nature itself, and were seeking to prevent Nature from wiping out the filth known as humanity. The Enemies of Nature shall fall. She was heading down to a construction site, near a forest, ton's of tree's would be cut down and removed, for a hotel, another one of humanity's. As she neared the site, she approached one of the workers with a megaphone who seemed to be in charge of things, how could humanity willingly end such beauty. Se clenched her first. "Excuse me sir, but may I ask why you are doing this" The man eyed her, and grinned. "Doing what? " Martha looked over at the construction. "The destruction of such nature..sir" The man laughed." You one of them eco freaks,

2010: Kassandra's Apartment

Vrrrrt. Vrrrrt. Vrrrt. Vrt. Kassandra woke up to her phone going off at six-thirty in the morning. On a Saturday. She took the phone from under her pillow and chucked it, with great force, across the room. She rolled over onto her back and looked at the ceiling. "Last time I ever book a flight for ten in the morning." She groaned to herself, getting out of the bed and walking into the bathroom. She did her hair, as best she could with her fingers, and got dressed. Camoflauge cargo pants, a green and yellow t-shirt, and sneakers. She grabbed her duffle bag, which she had packed the night before, and headed for the door. She grabbed her phone, which had amazingly survived it's flight into a wall, and walked out of her apartment. She locked the door, slipping her spare key under the door mat. The doorman had offered to keep Mujo, her cat, company while she was gone.



She reached the bus stop at seven o' clock. She was going to Tampa, she had an early flight, but giving the fact that it was 8 hours long, she didn't mind it. They drove for an hour and a half, she'd almost fallen asleep. But woke herself up by blasting her music at a deafening level. She hopped off of the bus and looked at her phone. Eight Thirty-Six. Time to kill. She decided to walk the rest of the way, then she would still have cash on hand once she got to Ybor City.

She reached LAX at Nine Twenty-Six, and by the time she was through the gates, it was Nine Fifty-Seven. She climbed aboard her plane and took her seat, she was officially on her way to Florida.

Before Rose could answer, one of the people, a young man, launched himself into the air, screaming about how this was boring. Rose paled, if it was one thing Azrael hated. It was being called boring. On cue, the sky started darkening with angry clouds. A fierce wind appeared out of nowhere. Rose rooted herself to the ground to avoid being blown away “Hold onto me!” she yelled over the raging winds. Angela did as advised and clutched onto Roses arm. Terror filled her eyes as a massive tidal wave loomed over them. Rose took a deep lungful of air, Angela mirroring her. Both braced themselves as the wave crashed over them.

Mindscape

Chris had been going higher and higher with nothing to halt him. Nathan flying beside him made him look on the man with anger. Who did he think he was talking to?

"I'm not your responsibility and you're not mine, so leave me alo... oh god!" Chris said as his eyes set on the tidal wave headed toward him. Chris Looked down at the blue aura around his body, wanting to get rid of it. "I need my repulsion. Come on! Work!" Chris demanded of his ability. The blue aura left his body, and that's when his body began to drop from the sky. "Finally." Chris focused before a silver aura surrounded his body. The wave would hit him before he hit the ground, so splatting on the ground was his primary concern.

"RAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Chris roared as he began to use his repulsion aura to try to push back the tidal wave. The wave swallowed him, but not a drop of water touched him, until... "Uh oh!"

University of Tampa: Pre-gaming

"Trigga Mike! Your ready bro!" One of Mike's friends who had already taken eight shots within the last hour. Everyone in the dorm in the packed dorm room was hyped to go to the club tonight. About a dozen people had put in money for alcohol, and a the few that had fake IDs and just twenty one year old IDs that looked like them enough to use. Mike had a shot glass in his hand, a smug smirk showed on his face.

"You know it!" Mike announced as he and his friends took shots. Mike wasn't planning on getting too messed up tonight. He set himself to take only five shots, and would keep him on that level for the night. He felt good, but he knew he wouldn't do something he'd regret. He downed the alcohol, that went smoothly down his throat. After the previous four shots, the fifth was nothing. "Let's pack up and head out! The line at Czar might get long if we don't get to Ybor before ten." Mike suggested. Czar was a club in Ybor City, a part of Tampa with a strip of different clubs.

"And if we get there early, the people on the list get in free." A girl in the group added. Everyone nodded at this statement before they started putting the handle of various alcoholic beverages away. Thee campus had a zero tolerance policy on alcohol in dry dorms, so it was a necessary action. Mike and his group of friends left the dorm and split between two cabs. It seemed like an ordinary night out to the rest, but for Mike, this was an experiment. Yeah, he regularly went out, but he wanted to check something out. His ability. He the concepts of it, but he really wanted to see how far he could actually go tonight. When the cabs came to a stop, Mike and his friends paid their fare and stepped out of the cab. Every single one of them were dressed up, including Mike who was wearing white Air Force 1's, jeans, and a white polo shirt.

"Let's get it!" Mike said.

"Yeah!" Most of the guys in the group responded as they made their way to the club that wasn't too far a walk away.

2010: Petrelli Mansion

Claire just rolled her eyes when the two boys exchanged money. She hadn’t even noticed that they had made a bet, she had been too focused on her fiancé and that fact that he could have died. A fiancé who she was still not happy with since he had gone along with this suicide mission. However she bit her tongue as they moved through the shadows and emerged out the front of a mansion she knew all too well. Maybe now she would be able to go about planning her wedding.

As they walked up to the door and Magix knocked she stood there. Claire used to know all the people who worked there but the person who answered the door was someone she had never seen before. He also looked confused at the four of them standing there. This was weird.

“Hi... umm, is my Grandmother here?” Claire asked as she looked at the guy. He really wasn’t familiar to her at all. What was her grandmother doing, taking in strays?

5 AY

Claire was glad when Magix said that he would be coming with them. She didn’t want to leave him behind. She was glad to be a mother, but she didn’t like being pushed aside and babied just because she had become pregnant. Claire could still fight... and if Magix had said he was staying, then she would have been as well. As it was, she was very glad that the three of them would have been leaving together. The idea of leaving her son at a time like this was also not appealing.

When Cindy went to leave she gave her friend a quick hug and wished her luck. Claire knew that Cindy wouldn’t like leaving Jay behind but they knew that there wasn’t much they could do to change things. Once Cindy had left Claire went and wrapped her arms around her husband.

“Everything is going to be alright isn’t it?” Claire asked, needing reassurance even if deep down she knew that Magix couldn’t really give it to her.

2010 Petrelli Mansion

Magix knocked on the door and steeped back. He noticed some strange guy answer the door, but hell they were all strange to him. He would barely know Angela if he fell over her in the street. As Claire spoke she sounded as if she didn't know this man. That left Magix uneasy and he straightened up and walked closer to Claire. Terry and Brenden weren't as close. Magix didn't say anything, Claire could handle that. He just wanted to let her and everyone else know that he was there for her.

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5 AY, Raiken Household

Magix waved to Cindy as she left and was very glad to embrace Claire in his arms. They had a lot of visitors that day. So many it was a bit overwhelming. As she asked her question his voice was soft but solemn. "I will make sure that most of the camp gets out safely. The rest of everyone that is staying behind... I can't say they will be. Samedi does have some pretty strong goons under hid control. We just have to hope for the best Claire."

He stayed silent for the nest few moments before he pulled away from Claire. What he was about to ask her, he didn't want to, but she was the only one he could trust for the job. "I need your help Claire. I've been thinking this over in my head. I... I can't get everyone out of here on my own. I mean I can... But the lights, they're just too bright. I need to get them off for me. I can't do this on my own, I'm not strong enough."

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Present Keith and Zane are under Ray's control until the Vegas part is up

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5AY, Camp 34

Zane stood up with the kids as Gabriel came to the door and said dinner was ready. Zane nodded and was about to walk inside when he noticed something. He turned around as a clone of Magix appeared from the shadows. Zane looked at the kids and then Gabriel. "Why don't you go inside and get ready kids. I need to ask you daddy something real quick."Zane said to the children with a smile. There had to have been a reason Magix was there, and he was sure Gabriel would agree. Once the kids were put of earshot Zane looked at his brother. "Is something wrong? You were supposed to be here with your family tomorrow."

Clone Magix looked at Zane and Gabriel. "Camp 11 will be ensuring that Samedi does not take advantage of us by attacking the innocent any longer. I would like to bring my Family, as well As Travis and Swiss' families here to stay until it's safe to return. I will be transporting the rest to Camp 83."

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5 AY

Keith stared at Chris. If looks could kill then there would be a hole through his head right now. "Find someone else. I'm not your lacky and since your so fond of Lying, I have decided that I don't wanna be useful any longer." Keith reclined the seat back a bit and placed his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and began going to sleep. This would piss Chris off, but hey he did lie.

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2010, Meyer Mansion

Jill had been bored as of late. She was feeling completely fine now and she had noticed a few people in the dining room as she came down the stairs. "Oh a new wardrobe? And My Grandbaby went shopping without me, how sad." She said as she walked in from behind him and went around to get a better look. "Oh very nice. Next time though, you really must take me shopping with you. I simply adore the mall."

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5AY, camp 83

Jill had walked around for a bit just looking for something to do. That was one of the bad things about living a long time. You kind of get bored pretty easily. She came upon Brenden's trailer at one point and could have sworn that she had heard just who she was looking for inside. She knocked on the door and wondered what game they were going to be playing. The whole Zombie thing seemed kind of Cliche after living it in a sense, but it didn't really matter. All she knew was that if they were actually attacked by the likes of that necromancy bitch, she was like a secret weapon. Jill could reverse time on any of the zombies to when they weren't dead. She smiled thinking about how pissed some of those poor souls would be.

Suddenly there was the sound of choppers which wope Ron up and he jumped out of the chair in which he had been sleeping. ron momentarily forgot where he was and bolted to the window infront of him trying to find the choppers. "sorry i didnt realize how load the tv was when i switched it on" said a soft female voice from behind ron, he looked and saw katie with an apologetic look on her face. "its ok i'm just a bit on edge i just cant shake the feeling that the police will find us again and i dont want you to get hurt again." ron said looking guiltily at the bandages on katie's arm.

It was only 1 day since ron had entered pinehurst with kurt and he had already let down his best friend to take care of the girl that he had meet in there. The first motel ron had took katie too so that he could go meet kurt got surrounded by police. ron had got them both away with out killing anyone but his reluctance to use his power to its fullest had resulted in him sending one of the bullets in katie's direction luckily it had only resulted in a graze but ron still felt very guilty.

"oh my god i cant believe there are people out there with powers that can do this sort of thing" said katie who was staring at the tv. "there are some people out there that just dont realise if they have powers they shuld beused for good and not" ron fell sielent as he looked at the screen for the first time. it was kurt on an emergancy braodcast and he seemed to be attacking people out of pure rage. "i know him i have to go and stop him" ron said heading for the door only to have katie grab him. "Ron you cant he'll kill you aswell he's gone nuts" she told him. "listen i'll be back soon and i'll be just fine and once i get back what do you say to going out for dinner" ron said and with out waiting for an answer he headed out the door and took off into the sky.

it didnt take long for ron to reach the choppers and agents and he could see kurts body on the ground surrounded by blood. ron's rage at this scene just erupted and he began to force choppers down into the ground and he evenn cruched one into a cube. as he landed on the ground near kurts body it suddenly disapeared. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM BRING HIM BACK RIGHT NOW" ron screamed at every one around him.

2010: Marietta, Georgia, Suburbs
As Ron brought the helicopters down it meant more agents would come, Homeland Security, SWAT vehicle's, they were going to do everything they could to bring down the Special's, even the news crew vans such as CNN, and Fox were on the scene to get the footage live, when suddenly a bright flash of light took place, as Prankster appeared. "None of this happened, there were no special's here, ok.," He turned to Ron, smiling. "Thanks for being a friend to my son" As he said that, all the news crews, and vans and such vanished, and the neighborhood was repaired, and suddenly Kurt himself appeared back to normal, the image of Brenden Shultz still in his mind. I have to bring my family together, my dad saved me, he's been helping me all this time, and he just wanted mom safe.

He looked over at the house, according to his father, him, and Mary were taking an extended vacation through time, saying he'd given some other people this Temporal gurney, but there's would be far more comfortable or something like that. He smiled. I hope you have a good time mom, you deserve it. He rushed over to his friend, with a smile, and a picture of Brenden in his hand. "Hey Hey, Ron, I'm back! You won't believe what just happened, all I'm gonna say is my bio- dad is freaking awesome." He held the picture up. "This guy is my biological brother, my dad told me his location, gave me a bunch of tickets, I'm headed down there, but I'm burned out of power, can you take me to the airport man?

2010: MindScape
Nathan groaned, ready to unleash a torrent of cuss words at the foolish child, there situation wasn't exactly one of comfort, but at least before there lives were not on the line, he didn't know if this wave would kill him or what, reality was basically under this man's control, within this realm he could very well be omnipotent. This is exactly why I hate letting powers run rampart, someone has to be able to stop situations like these, The Company may not have been liked, but they would be doing something about this. "Your Right! But damn it! Your endangering the lives of other people including your own! He screamed as he began flying forward full speed, he wanted to go back to his mother, and the other woman, and escape the raging waters, but he'd already suffered the consequences for sacrificing common sense for emotions, he wouldn't pay the price again, but now it seemed too late, even after breaking the sound barrier, the wave neared him, and he held his brace, as the wave raced over him, and he prayed a seemingly final prayer to God.

2010: The School
Matt hung up after a few minutes, and put the phone up. "Alright then let's go, Mohinder, called David, got up Hiro's location" He said thinking about what Hiro had just told him moments ago, and Peter, wondering if he would tell Mohinder about his trip that had taken place, he led him outside, after about fouty five minutes they were down at the airport, Molly having been left in the care of the workers at the school. "Alright then, we've got a real good private pilot name's Jeff Jones, he's a great pilot, got me to the Bermuda Triangle once, but that's a long story, he said as Jeff was seen eating some chips. "You two coming or what? I don't want everyone now That I'm giving rides to specials" He said with a smile indicating he was joking. Matt just got in. "Man shut up Jeff, anyway this is my friend Mohinder Suresh, the geneticist" As Jeff got in the plane he held his hand out. "Nice to meet ya Mohinder"

2010: Hyatt Regency Tampa

Kassandra had gotten to Tampa at 9 p.m. That was edging on two and a half hours ago. She'd taken a nap to get rid of her jet lag, and she'd slept a lot longer than she'd meant to. By the time she woke up, her phone was going off like crazy. She looked around her room, which she had gotten half off, and couldn't help but giggle at it's extremely expensive look. She happily hopped off of her bed, which was a very elegant gold tone with darker embroidery around it. She usually hated anything besides her normal plain, simple life. But her friends had encouraged her to visit Ybor for the Gasparilla Pirate Festival, and to "lose that horrible, boring way of life."

After a few minutes of texting back and forth with her friends, Kassandra finally decided to get ready. They were planning on meeting at Czar, a popular club in Ybor. She wasn't too crazy about being in a room full of drunken, rowdy people. But she didn't mind the dancing. It was already 11:45 p.m. She had already picked out her outfit, which really wasn't much to pick. It consisted of a nice pair of dark wash jean shorts, a wine red halter top midriff, and her sneakers. She didn't see the point in wearing heels if she was going to be walking around a lot. She of course still had her knives, hidden away, but still in easy reach. She left her room at 12:15, and headed for Czar.