Title: Chronicles of the phoenix

Pairing: Flint/OC, Sylar/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own Heores but I do own several OC characters that will appear

Fire...smoke...screaming, everywhere was chaos and pademonium. People were running through the streets as the city was ablaze. Smoke blocked the sky, making it impossible to tell if it was night or day. Azure flames bathed everything,seemingly alize in the macabre way it moved around, practicaly seazing any unfortunate person who was in it's mits.

Suddenly the scene shifted. It was now in some sort of lab. Blinding lights, and the acrid smell of chemicals, then the stabbing pain of needles from all directions pierecing flesh and the smell of roses heralded the darkness of death.

Emmet woke with a start. He grinned as he wiped the cold sweat from his foregead. It was his third night having that dream. The first half was always his favorite. It was the ending that sucked ass and not in the good way. He looked at the clock next to the bed he was sleeping in. It was four in the morning, he yawned and got up heading for the bathroom. He flipped the light on and starred at his reflection in the mirror.

Emmet looked to be about 18, he stopped caring about his age a long time ago and as such had forgotten his birthday entirely. His short spiky hair and bleached so blonde that it was white. His complextion was a little paler in then most people but it had an exotic tinge to it. Emmet was not overly gorgouse but he had a boyish cuteness to him that people found very attractive. Emmets favorite aspect of his face had to be his eyes. Deep red iresises that gave off the illusion his eyes were rubies. He hopped in the shower and cleaned himself off. Once dried he threw on some clothes, all black and bounded down the stairs. Sitting around the breakfast table was the family he'd been staying with.

" Well I really must thank you all for your wonderful hospitality " he said to the three corpses as he grabbed an apple. " Thanks for the clothes bro. Just my style " he thanked the son whose bottom half was seated in his chair while the top half was splattered all over the floor.

" Maam your food was delicious. I think I gained ten pounds from it " the mother was pinned from to the table by a series of knives. " And sir. Thank you for the kindness of letting me into your home " the fire was a mass of burnt flesh, completely devoid of any human features. Emmet pocketed the credit cards he'd found, he would clear out the accounts later. It was still dark as Emmet stepped outside. The night air carrying with it an odd smell.

" Somethings coming " he grinned maliciously. He turned back to the house shot a massive stream of fire. It was instantly set ablaze. He flew off into the night thinking about all the fun he would get to have, now that his mission was over.

* 14 years ago *

Emmet Baehrens was playing in his front yard . He was a regular four-year old living with his mother Rose and his father Thomas. His mother had gone to the store to pick up some things for dinner and his father was half-heartedly watching him as he read an article in the newspaper. Emmet bounced his ball, trying to get it to go as high as possible. One miss boucne sent the ball flying into the street. Without a second thougt about his mother telling him to stay away the street, he went running after it. He reached down and grabbed the ball, looking up just in time to see a car barreling towards him, to fast to stop. The last thing he remembered before impact was unimaginable pain erupting from every part of his body, bones snapping and organs rupturing. Then came the creeping coldness that stopped the pain, darkness stole the light away, stole his breath. His heart stopped beating.

Sounds...sounds....sounds

Emmet heard far off noises that steadily got closer. His body felt heavy,like he felt when he woke up from a long nap.

" Oh god please don't take my baby, please not my little Emmy!! " he could hear his mommy crying and he wanted to go and hug her, tell her that he was ok.

" Goddamit ust get here as soon as you can...yes his heart has stopped beating but there may still be tim to save him! " Daddy sounded so angry. Was he mad at him?

Emmet slowly opened his eyes, his vision started out blurry but quickly came into focus. He sat up and looked around. He was on the kitchen table, mommy was knealing on the floor. Her head on the table crying loudly. He reached out and tapped her head.

" Mommy, don't cry im okay. Can I have a juice box? "

Rose practically leaped out of her skin as she heard Emmets voice. She starred at him. He looked perfectly fine. She reached out and pulled him into a tight hug " Oh my baby,my baby. THOMAS, IT'S A MIRACLE!! " she screamed

Thomas ran into the room and dropped the phone. His son who he had just picked up from the road, bloody and broken, was being hugged by his mother. Looking as he had before the accident. His mind went blank and then started turning.

" Well Thomas, I have to say little Emmet is the picture of perfect health! " Doctor Richards explained. She was an old friend of Thomases and specialized in child health. She'd been a little suprised when Thomas had called her out of the blue to come over and give Emmet a check-up.

" Are you absolutely sure theres nothing wrong with him? " Thomas asked for the tenth time.

" Yes Thomas im sure. Ive checked as much as I can. If you wanna look into his DNA then thats on you the geneticist "

They were all sitting in the living room now. Emmet was sitting on his mothers lap. She hadnt let him go since he'd woken from " nap " as she was calling it. After a few more words, doctor Richards said her goodbyes, giving Emmet a cherry-flavored lolly pop and leaving.

" It just doesnt make sense " Thomas said distantly. " The impact destroyed his spine and killed him instantly. He had no pulse, but here he is now "

" It's an act of god " Rose stroked Emmets hair " God brought our baby back to us and we will never let anything like that happen to our little miracle "

Thomas nodded, not even paying attention. Being four years old, Emmet understood nothing that had been going on. Mommy said he had been taking a nap and had a bad dream,he believed her. The nice lady who gave him the lolly said he was a perfect little boy. People were being so nice to him,but daddy. At four years old the look his father was giving him couldnt register to him. Or the torment it promised to bring....TBC