So this series takes place in the same universe as HEROES. I tried to not use any existing characters, for I wanted this to be telling the stories of my original characters.
The series is divided into story arcs, which I call Books.
The first three arcs take place a month or so before the events of the show.
I hope you all enjoy!
Heroes: The Others
Book 1: Revelations
Ch.1
"Get down!" Bullets whizzed by his head. Diving for cover behind a car, the soldier reloaded his M-16. Leaning past his cover, he aimed at his enemies. Men ran behind him, firing into the buildings. Bursts of machine gun fire erupted from the soldier's gun. Screams of pain echoed around the deserted town. The voices of both soldiers and insurgents cried out in their anguish. A body thumped down on the dirt next to him. Blood oozed onto the ground from the dead man's chest.
Ignoring it, the man leapt from his position and fires his guns into the shadows. Diving to the ground, he pulled back and tossed a grenade into the building. The hovel exploded, sending terrorist bodies into the air. The soldier rolled into the ruins and stood up.
Suddenly, he saw he had made a mistake. There were still two Iraqis left. They aimed their guns on him. At that moment, the solider dropped his gun. His hands felt like they were on fire. His enemies lowered their guns and watched, awe etched on their faces. A bright, blue light was shining from the tears and slash marks in his gloves.
Immediately, his palms grew extremely hot. He looked down at them. Unable to sustain the pain anymore, he opened his hands, palms upwards. Bright, burning light poured out of them. The light consumed the room. He could see the terror in his would-be killers' faces. There was a blinding flash, and more fiery pain coursed through his body. Then everything went dark.
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August 24, 2006
His eyes snapped open.
Lucas Blaise looked around. He was still in the same hotel room he had checked into earlier. The clock glowed 11:57 p.m. He got up and walked to the window. Gazing out at the city, he marveled at how bright Chicago was even at night.
Lucas had spent his last eighteen months in Iraq, serving in the army. He had decided to join up when he finished college. At twenty-three, he left for Iraq.
Now, with his term of service over, he was glad to be able to rest. After spending some time here in Chicago, he planned to visit family down in Topeka.
He ran his hands through his hair and thought. Lately, he had been having a recurring dream. It was a memory of when he last saw combat. He remembered the shooting and the bodies falling down all too clearly. He remembered jumping into the ruined house. But then it all became blurry. He remembered seeing a bright, blue hue on him. Then a great light swallowed the room.
Then his mind went blank. Anything after that, up to the moment when he was found by a patrol, was gone. Whatever happened must've been too terrible, and his mind locked it away. He was glad, but he still felt intrigued by that light.
Lucas went back to his bed and crawled in. With one last look at his hands, he went to sleep. It was 12:00 a.m.
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University of Kansas
Lawrence, Kansas
Earlier in the day, August 24, 2006
"Be careful with that," said an exasperated Mrs. Wells.
Natalie handed her the book. "Sorry," she apologized. "It was exactly what I needed."
The librarian dusted it off. "You're majoring in Archeology, yes?"
Natalie grinned. "Trying to, at least."
"Well, it seems everyone always finds our oldest copy. We do have newer ones in the back. I'll get one for you." Mrs. Wells walked off, shaking her head.
Natalie smiled to herself. She was told the librarian was, well, a little eccentric.
Walking up and down the aisle, she found a book that caught her eye. Picking it up she studied the cover. She suddenly looked up. She wasn't in the library.
She looked around. It looked like she was in a dorm. Still clutching the book, she walked around. Noticing a calendar, she walked over to it. It said the 23.
"No, it can't be."
She turned around. Two men burst into the room. They were exchanging punches, when the bigger one threw the other into the wall.
Natalie looked at her watch. It was the same as it was in the library, and said the date was the 24th. There was a yell, and the girl looked up. The man on the ground had drawn a gun from his pocket. He aimed at the other man and fired. The bigger one fell to the floor. Blood began to make a puddle on the carpet.
Natalie screamed, dropping the book.
Suddenly, she was back in the library. Looking down at the book, she began to cry. She turned and ran out. Natalie ran straight to her room. She locked the door, and then sunk to the floor. Tears trailed down her cheeks.
"It's happening again."
Natalie didn't know how much longer she would have to bear this curse.
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Lucas watched the landscape as the train sped past. He had bought a ticket earlier today, and was almost in Missouri. Rain pelted the window. Suddenly, the train began to slow down. Standing up, Lucas wondered what was going on.
With a sudden stop, he was thrown into his seat. The lights flickered, and then went off.
"Hey what's going on?" said people around him.
Suddenly, Lucas saw a light illuminate him.
"Hey buddy, turn off your flashlight. The lights should be on soon," said someone.
Lucas had no idea what they were talking about. Then he looked at his hands.
They were glowing. The light was coming from him. Thrusting his hands into his coat, Lucas looked down at his feet.
"What is going on with me?"
As the lights came on, no one noticed an extra passenger.
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July 14, 2006
Six weeks earlier
Texas Prison for the Insane
A nurse burst into the room. "Doctor, hurry, it's an emergency!"
The doctor followed her out, with two guards behind him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
As they walked down the hall, she replied, "It's 114, sir."
The doctor looked ill. "Good Lord, what has he done now?"
They walked up to the cell. Looking in through the viewing glass, one of the guards asked, "Who is he?"
"Judas Regal."
The man inside the cell was slamming his head violently against a wall. Despite the padding, he was starting to bleed.
"We have to stop him," said the nurse. Opening the door, the four entered Regal's cell.
The doctor spoke first. "Judas, please stop."
The man called Judas paused and looked at him. The man was of average height, and was well built. His face was pretty normal, except for the scar that reached from his chin to his left ear. He was bald. He looked quite sinister, with a thin line of blood trailing down his forehead.
"Room! Room to be free where the white border'd sea," he muttered.
"What did he say?" said a guard. The doctor edged closer. "It's poetry."
The patient continued. "Where the buffalo come like a cloud on the plain, pouring on like the tide of a storm-driven main."
Suddenly, he leapt straight at one of the guards. He tackled him, and seized a taser. Leaping back into a corner he started to mutter to himself.
"Are you ok?" asked the nurse.
As she helped the fallen man up, the doctor got closer to Judas and said, "Come on man, hand me the tool."
Regal turned the taser on and struck himself. Once, twice, three times did he strike his body. "What the-"yelled the doctor. The patient threw the tool to the guard's feet. Standing up, he said, "Now my good doctor, I'll take my leave."
"No you won't," said a guard. The two of them rushed at him, tasers ready. Thrusting the weapons at him, they expected the shock to incapacitate him. Yet he stood there, without a scratch.
"Sorry," he said. "But those don't work on me anymore."
As quick as lightning he seized their throats and squeezed, choking them to death. The nurse fled from the room as Regal advanced on the doctor. "This is for all you've done for, whoops, I should say to me," cackled Judas.
Taking a syringe out of his sock, he grabbed the doctor and plunged it into the man's neck, injecting the deadly fluids. The doctor's face contorted.
"I loved this stuff. Glad you like it too. Now I think I'll check myself out, doctor," he said as the man fell to the floor.
When the nurse returned with more guards, there was no sign of Judas Regal. Only his victims were left.
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