Well, here is the first chapter! I hope you enjoy and please, please review. I know I sound so pathetic begging, but knowing that people like the story will inspire me to update faster!

Anything in italics is a voice inside the persons head.

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Chapter One:

Kyle's POV:

Staring up at the ceiling of my confines, I couldn't help but feel cold and lonely. Sadly it wasn't the bleakest thing I had to look at. Anyway I turned my head I was greeted with grey bricks or steel bars. Was this how my life was really supposed to turn out? Me paying for someone… something else's actions?

Lying back on my meager bunk, I placed my hands behind my head and sighed. The days I spent in here seemed so long, I had time to reflect on every tiny facet of my life. I had time to reflect on how I, Kyle Baldwin, ended up here.

My childhood had been normal, as had my teenage years. They were the kind of normal that I found myself craving for after I woke up from my three-year coma. Ever since then, I can't really explain everything that happened without getting a headache. All I know is that I'm here now and I have to face the facts, no matter what possessed me, it was me who ultimately killed Jordan Collier.

You know, technically you didn't kill him if he's still alive.

"What the hell…" I said, quickly standing up. I gave my room and the surrounding hallway a quick glance before laughing little.

"Great Baldwin, now your really going insane if you're so lonely you have to imagine a pretty little voice inside your head for company."

Thanks… but you know I'm not imaginary, or at least I don't think I am.

After a moments pause, I shook my head and decided to go along with it, after all stranger things have happened in my lifetime.

"So, are you a 4400?"

What, no, I'm Prue actually.

"Prue? Um, I'm Kyle." I said aloud, starting to pace my cell. "How do you know about Jordan Collier?"

Well, he just came to visit me. He said some weird things; we actually had a good conversation though. He's the first person I've talked to in awhile.

"You just talked…?" I sighed, "Listen…"

Prue

"Right, listen Prue, you can't have just talked to him. I shot him."

Oh, I know. But, he's not dead. I just thought I'd tell you so you'd stop feeling so depressed.

"Your insane." I muttered under my breath.

Technically, I am not the one talking to a voice inside my head. I have to go though. I hope you have a nice party when you get released.

"What..? Wait!" I said, my eyes scanning the room for something I knew wasn't there. I sat down on my bunk, resting my head in my hands as a feeling of loneliness starts to pass over me.

Maybe its time I saw my father.

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Marco's POV:

Taking a spin around NTAC's theory room in my swivel chair, my mind kept trying to process the latest question put out there by Jarvis. How exactly we are supposed to suppress T.J. Kim's ability long enough to question her about NOVA and to think about what else NOVA might do in the meantime. My trusty cohorts had already disappeared into the night to go find their beds, after all it was 2 in the morning, and I was left to ponder this all alone.

Despite all my efforts, I kept thinking about Diana, wondering what to do next in our relationship. She seemed more tired then usual lately and even Maia mentioned on one of our game nights that Diana was keeping strange hours. At least Maia was happier, I though with a smile, ever since she started going to the 4400 Center School a few weeks ago.

I stopped swiveling and sat up straight, the sound of footsteps catching my attention. I saw the shadow appear under the doorway before I heard the knock. Standing up I quickly made up the distance between myself and door, opening it. I let out a sight of relief inviting my guest in. I wasn't sure what who I was expecting, but the sight of Alexander Romani came as a sort of relief.

"Mr. Pacella, sorry if I'm intruding, but I thought you might like to see this." He said, handing me a small file. "You told me to contact you if I ever found out where Burkhoff was channeling his money."

"Who's Prudence Burk?" I said, noting the name on the file before opening it, to be greeted by a smiling face. A school picture considering the backdrop, taken about the 6th grade or so.

"He admitted her as a cousin, but our records show there is no possibility of him having a cousin."

"Admitted her?" I asked, closing the file for now and giving Alex my full attention.

"She's been in a coma, slipped into it a year or so before he himself was admitted."

"Really? And all his money disappeared into giving her one room?"

"A whole wing actually," he said with a kind of smile, "We're getting the institute where she's housed to send us a blood sample so we can accurately determine we're Burkhoff and her stand genetically. Because, it seems like a lot of money for him to spend on a cousin."

I nodded, and chatted with Alexander for a few moments before he went back down the hallway he appeared out of. Sitting down at my desk, all things NOVA quickly disappeared out of my head, replaced by the Burkhoff mystery.

After he first was awakened by the structure, I knew he had something more to hide. It wasn't NTAC's top priority to find out his secrets, so I made it mine and hired Mr. Romani, who has turned up anything and everything to do with Burkhoff. And now he gave me this.

Prudence Sara Burk would be 21 now, went into a coma when she was 13. She was a genius, but had a history of mental instability starting when she was three or four. And that was about the majority of what the thin file contained.

Leaning back fully in his chair, he twirled around some more and tried to ponder all the secrets of Kevin Burkhoff.

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Kevin's POV:

I redid all the locks on my door after Diana Skouris finally let herself out. Turning around I almost tripped over the clutter on the floor, but that didn't concern me right now. The promicin treatment was going along smoothly. Soon, I would have an ability of my own. Soon I'd be able to face her.

Going over near the corner of the room, I kneeled down before I pile of cloths. Clearing them away, I slowly uncovered a small safe and quickly undid the lock on it, opening the heavy door.

Waiting a moment, I got up quickly, checking the peephole through the door before going back before the safe, more confident that I was alone. I pulled out the signal object that the safe housed. Looking down at the picture I felt my eyes sting as memories rushed back to me.

I looked down at a younger, happier version of myself, whose arms held one of the most precious people in the world to me.

"Prue…"