Title: Abuse of Trust
Rating: T [but it may reach higher levels in some chapters
Summary: Everyday new people with abilities are being found by The Company, they're taken to a research facility to be catalogued, but what happens when two of these people escape? Set during season 1, but mainly concering OC's.
Pairings: MattOC, SylarOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Heroes [not matter how long I may pray at night xD, however I do own my original characters so do not use without permission. This was made for fun not profit.
With thanks to: My wonderful friend LollyLovesAngua, who provided inspiration for this story as well as Flikk who also helped me out with this.
Author's Note: This story basically concerns original characters, but they're storyline crosses over with the actual Heroes storyline at points. [Hopefully that doesn't sound too confusing I really hope that you do enjoy reading it, because this is a very new field for me, I'm not used to including original characters in my writing and I hope that I've managed to make them sound interesting. You'll probably spot bits in the upcoming chapters which link in with Heroes season 1. This was made for fun, and for a request made by several friends. I hope you enjoy.
The cold grey clouds rolled in over New York, rain was no doubt imminent but that didn't stop the hundreds of people who were walking down the many streets of this huge city, all trying to get back home or go shopping. The yellow taxis that moved slowly down the roads, beeping their horns every few minutes, kept the noise level at a respectably high level. The bright lights from the many buildings that stood at impossible heights all around New York, their light managing to keep the darkness from the clouds seem to alleviate. With a population of nearly 19 ½ million people, one might feel that it was almost impossible to be significant, but there are those who have abilities. Abilities that can only be considered the result of some strange evolutionary process. One such person was currently walking down 75th Broadway, her head hung low allowing her hair to cover her face, hiding her identity from those around her. She was of fairly average height, standing at about five foot six, with quite short black hair with a few blonde highlights in it. As she continued on her walk down the streets, she occasionally glanced behind her as though checking to see if anyone was following her, even though it was pretty impossible to tell if someone was following you when you were surrounded by so many people every minute of the day. The female pulled her black coat closer to her, concealing the white top she was wearing underneath. A short black skirt covered her legs, and below these black boots enclosed her feet. She glanced up at the sky and her face was finally revealed, she had black eyeliner, which enhanced her brown eyes, she also wore a light eye shadow. No one around her spared her a second glance; after all she was just another New Yorker.
Suddenly the female slipped down a side street, wanting to leave the crowded street and gather her thoughts once more. The street was dirtier then the main street, with a few plastic bags littering the floor but she ignored this and walked slowly forwards, looking straight ahead until suddenly there was a noise behind her. She turned with surprising speed, fearful eyes scanning the immediate area desperately seeking the source of the noise. There was no one around, maybe she'd just imagined it, yes that was it. With this thought in mind she turned back to continue her journey, but her path was blocked by a tall dark-skinned man. Brown eyes widened, as she took a few frightened step backwards.
"Felicity?" Flikk spun round, and found another two figures behind her, a young woman and a male. The male wore horn-rimmed glasses, short brown hair and a dark suit, whereas the female had dark blonde hair, thin, dark red-rimmed glasses and less formal attire then her cohort.
"It's Flikk." Flikk said, her British accent flaring up as she glared at the two figures, she could still sense the other man behind her but right now she was more concerned with how these strangers knew her name. She'd thought she was being followed, but could these be the ones who were doing the following?
"Ah yes. Well Felicity we're here to have a chat with you." The man with horn-rimmed glasses moved forwards, a slightly unnerving smile on his face. Behind her she could feel movement, and as she wiped round the dark-skinned man plunged a needle into her arm. Quickly she focused on the needle, using all her power to concentrate on it and suddenly it flew out of her arm, hitting the wall on her left. But it was too late the tranquiliser was flooding her system, making her feel dizzy. Slowly she felt herself falling to the ground, before everything faded to black.
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Noah Bennett looked down at the female, sighing slightly. Every time this happened he couldn't help but think of Claire, of how someone might find out about her. He couldn't bear the thought of the Company getting their hands on his daughter, and as long as there was breath in his body he wouldn't let them take her away. Blue eyes turned to the Haitian who nodded, before picking the female up and moving swiftly towards the transport, which would take them all back to one of the many buildings used by the Company, Kirby Plaza. There the new female would be studied, tagged and then set loose. Noah shook his head slightly, he made it sound like she was some kind of dangerous animal…but then again the Company did tend to implant that idea in most recruits and members. At the thought of recruits he turned to look at the female beside him, she looked fairly stunned at what had just happened, no doubt either expecting there to have been more of a fight or not quite sure what had just happened.
"You okay, rookie?" He asked, smiling softly at her. Her green eyes looked straight up and him, and she nodded with a practised mask beginning to cover emotions.
"Yeah, I was just expecting her to put up more of a fight…but then again…" She trailed off, but she pulled herself up to her full height, ready to continue.
"Okay, let's go tell Thompson who we've got this time." Together they followed the Haitian to the black van, which was parked down the bottom of the side street.
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"So Mr. Hawley, you've already told my esteemed colleague that you were unable to see the face of the man who attacked Lucy Wallis." A woman with short brown hair, thick-rimmed glasses and a neat suit stood facing the witness in the witness stand. He looked terrified, probably wanting nothing more then to be able to leave the courtroom and go home. But Lauren wasn't about to let him get out of this so easily, no, she needed to get her proof otherwise the evil bastard, sitting next to his defence council, would get away with two counts of assault and many other things.
The judge shifted slightly in his seat, seemingly getting bored with her interrogation, even though she hadn't even gotten started yet.
"You also told the jury that you were stood just outside the doors to the Byrne's Pub in Ohio." The witness suddenly looked confused, before he nodded.
"Yes."
"Get on with it." The man sat on the same bench as her, formally known as Mr. Jacobs, her boss, hissed as he glanced between the witness box and the defence council's bench.
"Well if you were outside those doors you would have had a clear view down the alleyway, would you not?" Lauren watched the man intently, expecting a denial from him. If he did deny it, then she had the joy of showing the jury the pictures that they had taken of the area around the pub, and even in darkness you could see the point where the woman was attacked.
"Yes." Her brown eyes widened slightly as the man confirmed her accusation, but what was most shocking was the fact that he looked quite confused as to why he'd just said that one little word. However, the lawyer wasn't about to let her shock get in the way of victory.
"Indeed, so as you were standing there you would be able to see the attack?" Again a nod came from the witness, and Lauren felt a smile breaking across her face. Man, she was good.
"Did you see Derrick Peters attack Lucy Wallis?" Direct, and to the point, that was her all over. The lawyer fixed the male with a piercing stare, watching him intently.
"Yes, I did."
"WHAT!" The defendant was on his feet, his face white with rage. The jury jumped in unison, and the judge peered at the man, suddenly seeing him for the man he really was.
"Sit down Mr. Peters."
"NO I WON'T!" Instead of complying with the judge's order, he practically ran around the bench and ran at the witness box. Suddenly police emerged from everywhere, as though they'd just sprung up through the ground, they grabbed him roughly and pushed him to the ground.
"I believe a short adjournment is in order." With that the judge used his gavel to signal the break, and everyone hurried out of the courtroom, allowing the police to subdue Peters. As Lauren left the room, she was cornered by a tall man with black hair. She stared up at him, suddenly feeling that she should have worn higher heels seeing as she only stood at about five foot five and he was easily six foot one.
"Miss. Baum?"
"Yes." One would never have guessed that she heralded from a country far away from the United States, seeing as how she had moved here when she was about twelve and after living in a place for about fifteen years you tend to pick up the accent.
"I need to speak to you, urgently." Suspicion began to peak as she regarded the tall male, but still she allowed herself to be led into a stairwell, after all she may be short but she knew how to defend herself if necessary. As the two of them stopped walking, the man turned back to her and began to speak.
"I was very impressed by your performance today."
"Thank-you," She said, keeping her composure but she couldn't help feeling slightly nervous. "But if you took me here just to congratulate me, then I'll go now."
"No! There's something else. I want to warn you, there's an organisation called 'The Company', they're looking for people like you…" He was now looking as nervous as she felt, and Lauren felt her eyes narrow.
"What do you mean people like me?"
"People with abilities, people who can do things that others can't." She couldn't help but laugh, she didn't have an ability. Well maybe she was a damn good lawyer, but one could hardly count that as an ability.
"Look, I'm very sorry but I don't have time for this. Thank-you for…warning me about these people, I'll be sure to keep a look out for them." She turned on her heel, and began to walk back towards the door. Behind her she heard movement, but then there was a terrifying sound. The unmistakable sound of a gun being fired, she couldn't help but scream as she turned and saw the young man falling forwards, blood already pooling around him.
"Miss Baum. What a pleasure." Two men walked towards her, one holding the smoking gun in his hand. But then everything went black, and she fell into oblivion.
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