Hello to anyone reading this. Now to say that I hate posting these on here would be an understatement, lol, all my stories haven't gotten anything on here or Fiction Press. But, one of my closest friends really likes this so im going to keep writing it, so im going to be around for awhile. This isn't going to be perfect, but I'm going to do what I can. Enjoy this original Heroes story-thing! Please read and review. Thanks to everyone reading this.

Oh, the places you'll go! Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to great places! You're off and away!

(EVERWOOD, IOWA)

Gregory Clark's hazel brown eyes slowly opened, as he awoke to the usual bright rays of sunshine shining in his room, and of course, he had slept in rather than to the work he was supposed to do. He didn't usually sleep late, but he was tired from worrying the previous night about what today held. In fact, he was still in denial about it. So, he did wind up with a great night of sleep, but what would the cost be? Hopefully no one had noticed his inconspicuous absence. He slugged himself off the bed and then realized what exactly was happening tonight.

A date. Not just any date, but the date that would decide his whole future. It was his first date, well, his first date. Horsing around the town and goofing around wasn't the picture perfect idea of a date. To make matters worse, it was New Years Eve. To be honest, he had no idea what he was going to do. With all this trouble looming, he decided that maybe work wasn't so bad of an idea. I'm sure I'll think of something later, he thought to himself.

He couldn't hide the fact that he was shy around most people, but this was the pinnacle of his life. A night that could be magical. That was the least of his problems. Farm work was waiting, and that meant he was going to have to work. The second scariest thing in his life. Walking to the mirror, he looked at himself, then grabbed a comb. He had short hair, but then again everyone did. Grabbing the comb, he combed his light brown thin-layered hair to the side, with a smug grin on his face. He put on his usual farming clothes and took one last look in the mirror. I wonder if I look like Elvis, he pondered. That would make me all the girls come after me. Today was going to be the biggest day of his life. December 31st, 1957.

Trying to coolly walk down the hall, he didn't hear anyone, so he ran down the stairs quickly, like a flash of light. No one seemed to be home, so he could relax for a little bit. His stomach grumbled angrily, so Gregory decided to get some breakfast. Just a hunch that would fix it. Dragging himself to the kitchen, he fidgeted through the fridge and got a milk carton, along with some juice and cereal. Cheerios to be exact, could it get any better than Cheerios? Finally, he whipped out a spoon and began to take a few delicious bites of it. Something was missing though, something big. Grabbing his cereal bowl, he walked on the hard-wood floor over to his favorite gadget. Barbara, better known as the record player.

"How are you doing, Barbara? I've missed you." He said, winking at the record player. Putting down the cereal bowl, he flipped through all the available records. There were all good, but of course, he had to side with Elvis. The record was simply titled, Elvis Presley, and there was a bigger question. Which side would he listen to? He decided to go with side one. But then he saw one more record. Hound Dog, the most famous song in America. Sliding it into the record player and adjusting it, he picked up his cereal bowl and continued to eat. Well, mostly eating. He was dancing too. Hopefully this was going to last awhile.

"Hey Greg." A high pitched voice said. It was male though, and it was most obviously his little brother. What a way to start the most important day of his life.

"Hey, Beave." Gregory answered. Each time he called his brother Beave, it nearly made him cringe. His brother was obsessed with the show Leave It To Beaver, and watched it whenever it was on. So obsessed, he wanted to believe he was Beaver. Wanted to be famous. He had asked the family to call him Beaver, but only Greg listened.

"Are you going ape?" Beaver asked, glaring up at his big brother. His real name was James, and his age was five years old. Still, he was a lot smarter than most guys his age, and a lot trickier. A lot of girls in his school thought he was cute-- he looked like a little kid, which he was-- brown hair, brown eyes, and a few freckles.

"This music is pretty cool huh?" He said, continuing his dancing while he kept eating his cereal.

"I'll say. Mom and Dad are at the market, so you won't get in trouble."

"I should be doing some work right now, right? It's my fault. Although Barbara knows how to make me do things I normally wouldn't." Gregory said, waiting for a chuckle from 'Beaver'. Finishing the last bites of his cereal, then putting on his work shoes, he prepared to go out the door. Before he could, he heard his brother again.

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you nervous about tonight? You're night with Kathryn?"

"No." He said, trying to sound convinced. He almost convinced himself, but almost wasn't enough.

"Greg? Will you read to me if I'm not asleep when you come home?"

"Sure, Jamie--er--Beaver. Bye. Enjoy the music. Be careful with my baby." Gregory said, bursting out the door before he let all his thoughts rush into his head. What a brother. What a life.

Gregory rushed through all the work. Truth be told, he didn't really do that much. He moved some hay, but during most of his work his mind was racing. Not just about his night, but about his life. What did the future hold? After tonight, it would be a new year. A new beginning. It was exciting, but also nerve-wracking. Being a senior, he had a future ahead of him. This was it. But for now, worrying about his first real date would be enough.

His parents still weren't home, and his brother was probably in his room goofing around. Gregory slipped into his room and closed the door. Okay, so the first date wasn't for like--more than seven hours away, but why not just make sure I'm ready for this. He glanced at a leather jacket on the floor. No. Opening one of his drawers, he grabbed a leather sweater. To make his performance authentic, he slipped on some penny loafers. Moving back towards the mirror, he wondered if he should put his hair in a duck tail-- no that wouldn't be cool. He left it the way it was and started talking to the mirror.

"Hey, pretty lady. Ready for one exciting night?" He recited. Too lame.

"Hey, toots, are you ready for an unforgettable night?" Nope.

"Hot dog, you look great!" Not even close.

"You look like a movie star! Have I seen you on the Ed Sullivan Show before?" Ugh.

"Hey foxy lady, ready to smooch?" At this one, he put his right hand on his head, covering his eyes. How the heck am I going to do this, he thought. Plus, his brother would be expecting him to read. Not to mention, his parents would probably try and lecture him about his schoolwork or his weak performance on the farm. Where was his future going anyway? This night was probably going to be a disaster, and his life was more uncertain. He lived in Iowa, in the 1950's, in the Cold War. Not a good combination. Still, he couldn't give up. His life was just beginning. Moving his palm from his eyes, his eyes burst open and grew huge. This wasn't his house at all. Not even close. Glancing around, nothing at all looked familiar. Dozens and dozens of people were everywhere, and he could barely keep up with the noises around him. He knew where he was. Times Square, in New York City.

"Oh My God!" Gregory said, his eyes bulging and his mind sending a clear message. This wasn't a dream. This was real.

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HEROES: NEW BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER ONE: "FIREWORKS"

(NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK)

Alexis Jade lounged in her huge apartment, her green eyes and blondish-brown curly hair at ease. Huge would be an understatement for the apartment, because this apartment wasn't anything like you would expect it to. It was nice, well furnished, and took a fortune just to afford it. She relaxed on the couch, admiring all her belongings. There were plenty of them. Antique jewelry was spread everywhere as far as the eye could see, and of course she had the latest gadgets. An Apple I-Pod Video, a laptop with only the latest technology, a Nintendo Wii, and a few other gadgets she just had to brag about.

At first look, most people would only see a pretty face. In truth, if people looked beneath the surface, they would discover that she was anything but ordinary. Not that she talked to many people, she didn't even have any friends. Unless you call business partners friends. Tonight wasn't an ordinary night either, she had perhaps her biggest job assigned to her that she had ever had.

But right now, she was just concerned with covering her nails with nail polish, and watching her newest addition, a fifty two inch Samsung high-definition television. There were only a few minutes before her biggest heist ever, and she was thrilled. What could go wrong? She hadn't been caught once in all of her high-profile crimes, and she wasn't about to be thwarted tonight. There was too much money to be had here, and she already had most of her plan executed. The only hard part was missing all her favorite shows on Tivo. Glancing at her watch, she decided now was as good of a time as any. With a cocky grin, she went to dress up.

Alexis leisurely got out of her car, the newest Porche available. Nothing but the best. Her dress had also cost a fortune, made by some big-named Hollywood designer. She was pretty much a star. No one could stop her. Her custom-fitted black dress would be sure to be the talk of the party. She had other plans though, and she walked coolly up the stars of the American Museum of Natural History. This was a big-time heist, and it wasn't exactly in the small towns she was use to-- it was in New York City. But this was going to be easy, her boss had ensured her that the camera's would be disabled, and that this was going to be her easiest job yet. Maybe she was the richest woman in America-- certainly the richest woman at age twenty-five. She had some time to spare, so why not flirt a little?

"Hello." Alexis said nicely to the guard, who was promptly watching her. Undoubtedly, some business leaders were having a private showing of the museum. This was going to be a true test of her power.

"Hi there." The guard said, slightly blushing. Bald and in middle age, he wasn't that pleasing to look at. "What's your name?" He said. She wondered if this was a pick-up line or if he was really going to check the list.

"You don't need that do you? I mean. I'm sure a handsome fellow like you wouldn't mind letting me in, right?" She said persuasively, shining him an innocent and sweet face. Why not press the boundaries, anyway?

"Well, huh, I shouldn't really let you in, I mean uh. It's not something I'm supposed to do." The guard said lamely.

"Please?" She asked, giving him puppy eyes that showed off the expensive lipstick she was wearing that was a bright pink color.

"Now that I think of it, you probably just don't want to give out personal information, come on in. I don't blame you, lots of crazy stuff happen these days" The guard justified. How stupid were people this days? Stepping into the museum with her high heels, which were very uncomfortable, she tried to attract attention from each person in the crowd. Her stolen and beautiful earrings were on display for them to see. Careless to some, but it made the experience more thrilling. Time to work my talent, she thought.

Truth be told, she wasn't as eager as she sounded to steal. Sooner or later, she was going to land into trouble. Hurriedly, she shrugged those haunting thoughts away from her. She wasted time in the Fossil Hall. It was pretty dull, and she couldn't tell why all the business executives were enjoying themselves to much. She was the one with the biggest future-- she had all the items she wanted. Exotic, expensive, from places far and wide. They didn't have a future as bright as hers. She moved on to the most intriguing place she could find. The hall of human origins. This was almost interesting, because at least it wasn't sciency or boring, like most of things were at museums. Human evolution was the key theme of the hall, and it made her wonder. How did she get her power? Were there others out there like her? Is this life of crime worth everything that she was missing? Her green eyes wondering, she walked into the bathroom.

Lately, her mind had been racing. Ever since her ability had began it had. Was the ability a sign of an ending, or a new beginning? She barely paid attention to what she was doing, and before she realized it, she was ready. Her black and leather outfit was completely on her. Sure, it was cliché', but it was the biggest thrill. The reporters would go nuts, and she was so confident, she didn't mind taunting each and every person in the museum. Calmly, she walked out, and made sure no one saw her-- not that they were paying attention anyway. Like a cat, she made hardly any noise when she entered the Hall of Minerals and Gems.

There were a few people in there. This room was big, and was completely darkened. Each mineral glowed under brilliant spotlights. It took her by surprise. The rarest of the rarest gems were here. All hers. Complete power. Her job was to steal the world's most fabulous minerals. It was her biggest mission she had ever gotten. The people were gone, and she stalked by each mineral. Before she could find which one she wanted to steal the most, she was caught off guard completely. A blaring siren had broken out, and it made Alexis cover her ears for a moment. What was going on?