Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, or Harry Potter. Awesome Tim Kring and Awesome Jo Rowling do.

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Chapter 1: Ben's Discovery

I was always a fast runner. But I had never had to run for my life before.

Not till today.

It was just another Monday.

I was walking from the library to my car (I work at the library, just so you know. Alex is the bookworm.), when I got the unusual and unfamiliar feeling that I was being followed. I turned around, but the only person I saw was a well-dressed guy wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He was looking around, I thought he might be lost. He looked kinda… spooky, I guess is the word I'm looking for. He turned around and saw me watching him, and I got embarrassed and kept on walking. It didn't look like he was going to follow me. I assumed that I was being paranoid because of reading too many mystery novels, so I walked on.

When I got to my car, though, I found that that guy was following me. I was on the verge of asking what it was that he wanted, when I saw in front of me another guy, looked African-American or, I don't know, Haitian maybe. Anyway, I guess my instinct or something took over and I ran. They followed me, of course, so I ran down the nearest alley, hoping to lose them. I wasn't even breaking into a sweat, I'm that good of a runner. But they were really fast as well, and I don't know the alleys very well, so I soon figured out that I wasn't going to be able to lose them.

About the time I came to this realization, I hit a dead end in the alley. I turned around, almost hoping that the two men would turn out to be a hallucination, and saw that they were right behind me. I backed up and fell over, and they were almost on top of me. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Then all of a sudden, this trash can came flying out of nowhere and knocked the two guys over. Of course, I didn't need telling twice, and ran back to my car without stopping, and didn't spare a second thought for the flying trash can until I got home.

As I walked through the front door, that's when it hit me: I made the trash can move. I couldn't explain howI knew, I just did.

Just as this started to sink in, a small something jumped out and wrapped itself around my legs.

"Aaaaagh!" I yelled, nearly jumping out of my skin. Then I heard giggling from somewhere around my feet.

"You're late!" said my little sister Cassey.

"Cassey, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I said, laughing in spite of myself; I could never stay mad at her.

"What's going on?" said a voice from the kitchen.

I looked up and saw my other sister, Alex, looking as she always did; brown hair pulled back in a bun, black-rimmed glasses in front of blue-gray eyes, and a book in one hand (this time it was the third Harry Potter book, I think.). Alex is very good-looking, and she has boys constantly asking her out. I think the only reason she doesn't have a steady boyfriend is because our mother won't let her date.

"Nothing, we were just goofing off," I said. I did not want to tell Alex what had just happened yet. I wasn't sure I wanted to tell her at all. I thought that maybe if I ignored what had happened, maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. But I knew that if I told Alex, she would tell our mom, who would totally blow it out of proportion, the way she always did whenever any of us got in trouble.

My mother has homeschooled the three of us since I was eight. Her real name is Enid, but she doesn't like anyone to call her that. I worry about her sometimes, when she gets depressed and starts thinking about Dad.

Then Alex spoke again, jerking me out of my thoughts:

"Are you sure you're okay? Because you look like you've just seen a ghost, you're white as a sheet!" she said.

I don't know how, but Alex can always seem to tell when I'm not being entirely honest. Like now for instance; she totally knows that something happened.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," I say, "I'm going to bed."

And I went upstairs to my room, secretly thankful that Alex didn't say anything more. I needed time to think, and I didn't want to be bothered. The certainty I had a minute ago that it was me that moved the trash can was ebbing away.

Did I really make that trash can move? I thought. I couldn't have, it's impossible.

Then I remembered what Alex always says: What is and is not possible depends entirely on your perspective. (I'm pretty sure she got that out of a book, though. All of her quotes come from books.)

"It can't hurt to try,"I said to myself. "What have you got to lose?"

So I closed my eyes, and replayed the chase in my mind. When I got to the part where I fell over, and felt that sudden wave of panic, of fear. I stopped. I held on to that feeling, focused on my pillow, and pulled my hand backwards; my pillow flew up and hit me in the face, and I fell over in shock, not because the pillow moved, but because I wasn't expecting it to move quite so far.

"Are you sure you're alright?" said a voice from the door.

I pulled the pillow off my face to find Alex standing in the doorway.

"ALEX, GET OUT!!!!!" I yelled, terrified that she had seen… well, you know what.

" Okay, okay, I'm going," she said.

After she left the room, I tried to calm down and get some sleep, but the night was plagued by strange dreams:

A man with gray hair pulling a gun on Alex… Cassey screaming at me to run, while a tiger launched itself at the gray-haired man…Alex grabbing my arm, dragging me past my mother, lying on the floor…Pulling me out into the yard, where a child with a soccer ball stood…He was clearly waiting for me… I stopped, then walked towards him, the screams of my sisters becoming fainter…

He held something in his hands… a book with a blue cover…he was about to hand it to me, when there was a scream from behind me, and gunfire…

My eyes snapped open and I shot upright, shaking and sweating.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

This dream worried me, it seemed so different, so real. I didn't know what to make of it. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.

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