Authors note: okay everyone; this is my first Heroes fanfic, so go easy on me. I just wanna let you know that this is a completely different version of the story. It has all the familiar aspects of the show like an indestructible villain, evil company, and a impeding disaster but not any of the specifics of the show, so don't except any characters of the show to appear. Think of it like an alternate version or universe or whatever you like to call it. Just wanted to let you know. If you don't like it, tough luck.

Commerce Township, USA

The alarm clock began to blare as six o'clock appeared on the clock. Clark angrily slammed a hand onto the silence button, mumbled a few curse words, and then rolled out of his bed.

He shuffled on unsteady feet, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and made his way to his bathroom. He flattened out his unruly hair, took out his rubber bands for his braces, popped in his contacts, brushed his teeth, and finally changed into a pair of raggy jeans, a dark green long sleeve shirt, and put on his black sweatshirt he always wore.

He went down the darkened hall of his house, down the stairs, grabbed his backpack, and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV and propped up against one of the pillows, waiting for the bus to come.

Clark Leachman was a scrawny fifteen year old with short dark brown hair and brown eyes, he never wore any light colors, always dark blue, dark green, and his favorite black and he had never played a sport or done anything special really. He had just never really fit in at Commerce Township. Even after eight years of living in the small Michigan town, he was always the outsider. His grades were never spectacular, always straight B's since the first year of middle school. He couldn't play a sport if his life depended on it and he never had any close friends. He was always just this…thing at school that remained quite and hardly ever talked to anyone.

Of course, his parents were oblivious to all this. They sometimes asked about school and he would always put on a happy face and said it was fine. They never suspected how their son really felt and he left it at that.

He soon heard the bus pull up. Grabbing his backpack, he made his way out the door and onto the bus. As usual he never made eye contact with anyone and always took his usual seat in the back of the bus…alone.

It was still dark out, the sun barely reaching over the horizon as the bus made its way picking up all the other students. Clark simply stared out the window, watching as the scenery sped by in dark blurs.

"Uh…can I sit here?" Clark realized someone was talking to him. Looking up, he saw it was only Vince Ballin. He was in Clark's history class, a tall, muscular fella with long shaggy brown hair and dark green eyes. He was also on the J.V. football team; maybe not the best around but still pretty good. If Clark could recall, they had never really spoken to one another.

Clark simply moved his backpack of the seat, allowing Vince to sit next to him. This was a bit odd for Clark, no one had sat with him in over the last…three or so years. He figured it was because no one wanted to sit next to him.

"Uh, why are you sitting here?" Clark asked.

Vince shrugged "only place open".

Clark looked over the seat and he saw a couple of spots still open "there are others" Clark said.

"Don't really like those people" Vince replied.

"Their only freshman" Clark said flatly. He looked out the window again, watching the dark blurs go by.

"Did I do something wrong?" Vince asked.

"No" Clark said "its just, people usually try and stay as far away from me as possible".

"Why?" Vince asked.

"Because everyone thinks I'm some nut job" Clark said.

Vince looked at him "your in my history class, aren't you? Clark is it?"

"Ya" he replied.

"I don't think I've ever heard you talk before" Vince said.

"So I don't like to talk," Clark said, "is that a problem?"

"No, I was just saying," he said, "why don't ya like to talk?"

They soon pulled up to the school "why bother. Talking only gets you into trouble" he then got up, squeezed pass Vince, and made his way off the bus and into the school.

Walled Lake Northern was your typical high school. It didn't have any real good sports teams, never accomplished much, had all the high school groups, and a place where vary rarely anything happened.

Clark took his usual spot in the commons area. This one section of wall where usually all the Goths and Loadies hung out. He never really interacted with them, always keeping a safe distance and it wasn't like they acknowledged him much either. As usual, he was just this thing that never talked.

He then made his way towards history class, taking his seat at the back off the room. As usual, he paid attention half of the time to what the teacher said. He did glance over at Vince one time but other then that, he just kept to twaddling his fingers.

Before he knew it, the bell had rung. He then shuffled his way to algebra class and took his usual seat in the back. In fact, the back of the class was where he mostly sat. That is, unless if they assigned seats.

Putting his books down, he pulled out his seat and felt someone bump into him hard.

"Watch it fag" someone hissed behind him.

That was Andy Tellermen. Ever since seventh grade, he has had it out for Clark. He never really knew why, as far as he could tell he didn't do anything to him. But it soon became clear to Clark why he had it out for him.

Andy was a complete ass and a low life at that. Clark called him the white anorexic version of 50 Cent. He wore all of those oversized shirts, ridiculous rapper hat, had his pants so low that you could see all of his boxers, and he was failing almost every class he was in. Clark hated him and Andy hated him too, mainly the reason was he believes Clark to be gay and has always tried ways to embarrass him.

He had beaten Clark up more then once, tease him in front of everyone, and make more then one way to throw in a fag joke. All he wanted to do was punch Andy right in the face but he knew he was no match for Andy and it never would really have done anything to stop him. So all he could do was try and ignore him.

As usual, Clark paid only half attention to what the teacher told. He also would catch glimpses of Andy talking to his friends, pointing at him, and they would laugh. Clark felt his blood begin to boil. One of these days Andy he thought one of these days.

The bell rang again and Clark got up and made his way to the door. On his way out, Andy deliberately bumped into him again, sending his books to the ground, while his friends kicked them out of Clark's reach as he tried to get them.

"Get of the floor fag" Andy teased.

"What a loser" one of his friends said, stepping on one of Clark's hands. Clark hissed in pain and rubbed his hand while they walked off, laughing and jeering. Clark began to retrieve his books. Reaching for the last, someone picked it up and handed it to him. Looking up, he saw it was Vince.

"Thanks" Clark said, taking the book.

"Why did you let those guys walk all over you?" he asked as Clark got up.

"Its nothing" Clark said "I'm used to it".

"No one gets use to being teased" Vince said.

"Why are you even trying to help me?" Clark snapped at him "is it some sorta charity thing you're doing? Helping out the losers of the school".

"I was only helping" Vince said.

"Well I don't need your help" Clark hissed "so just back off". He angrily stalked off, heading for his next class.

For his next two classes, Clark was in a depressed mood. There just came days when he couldn't stand it all, Andy, school, life, everything. And what was worse, he had no one to talk to about it. He was all alone…with no one there to help him.

Sometimes he wished, just wished…for one friend. That one friend he could talk to, relate to, that one friend who didn't make him feel like such an outsider. Maybe then life wouldn't be so tough.

Clark sometimes wondered why he was here? What was his purpose in the world? He didn't have any special skills, he wasn't a genius, he couldn't punt a football all the way across the field, and he was just Clark Leachman. Some kid living in Commerce. And he feared, that was all he was ever going to be.

An ordinary person. Nothing more, nothing less.

At lunch, he ate in silence, propped against the wall with the others. Soon, the bell rung. Clark was glad he had only two more periods left and he was out of this hellhole.

Making his way to his locker, he put in the locker combination, took out his biology book, and shut the door. As he turned around, someone pushed him against the locker, hard. Almost dropping his books, he saw it was Andy and his two crones.

"Hey fag" Andy said, "where do ya think your going?"

Clark tired to walk pass but one of the crones pushed him against the wall, harder this time, his books falling this time.

"We're talking to you" Andy said "and your going to respect us when we talk to you?" he punched Clark across the face, sending him to the ground.

"Fucking fag" Andy hissed, spitting on Clark.

"Go suck a dick why don't ya" one of his friends hissed.

"Your pathetic Leachman" Andy said "not only are you a genetic defect but your weak. You will always be a loser and never more". He kicked Clark across the stomach. He felt the wind go out of him, causing him to gasp for breath.

Andy and his friends began to walk off, laughing and high fiving one another. And of course, no one did anything about it. All just going on like nothing happened, as if this kind of stuff occured every other day.

Clark lifted himself slightly, watching as Andy walked off. He felt something inside him snap. All the rage he had felt towards Andy, to this school, to his life, suddenly seemed to boil over.

A fire seemed to go off inside him, a fire that began to course through his veins, a strange sensation that gave him the sense of power.

And Clark's brown eyes suddenly turned into the color of a raging flame. A burning fire that boiled in the iris of his eye, just waiting to be let loose.

From out of nowhere, one of the bottom cuffs of Andy's pants suddenly caught on fire.

At first, no one noticed it, not even Andy. Then one of his friends looked and saw the flame slowly starting to get bigger.

"Holy shit man!" he yelled "your on fire!"

Andy looked at him puzzled, and then a realization crossed his face as he began to feel a searing heat near his ankle. Looking down, he saw the flame and began to shake his leg frantically.

"Put it out, put it out!" he yelled. Soon, everyone began to notice and began to scream as the fire on Andy's pants began to get bigger.

Clark could only look in astonishment at what was going on, still trying to process what had just happened. The fire inside him suddenly seemed to die down and his eyes turned back into there regular color. Picking up his books, he made his way threw the growing pandemonium, the sound of Andy screaming still being heard in the background.

Clark quickly ran into the boy's bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. What had just happened there? He thought. He remembered feeling this heat inside him, this power that made him feel invincible. And he was just so concentrated on Andy and before he knew it, his pants caught on fire.

Wait Clark thought, did I do that? No, it's not possible. People can't do that, that only happens in comic books or movies, not in real life. But then again, what was that fire he felt? That surge in his body that seemed to rush through him.

Is it possible? He thought. Looking around, he saw no one else inside the bathroom. The bell rung and after a few minutes the halls outside grew quite. Clark went into one of the stalls and locked the door. Sitting down on the toilet, he took out a piece of paper. He felt insane for doing this but he had to be sure.

Okay he thought think, how did I do that before? He remembered the heat coming when he got angry, with Andy and everything else. Okay, so he had to get angry. He began to try and get angry again but it just didn't seem to be working. Nothing was happening, no surge inside him, no fire, nothing.

Maybe I need to concentrate a bit more? He thought. Staring at the piece of paper, he began to think as hard as he could, his face screwing up and pressure entering his brain. But still, nothing happened. He let out a big breath. This isn't working he thought.

"No" Clark said, "Come on Leachman, think, think, think! You can do this, just concentrate, concentrate, concentrate…"

He kept on repeating the word, soon turning into some sorta chant. He kept staring at the paper, concentrating, telling his brain to set it on fire. Set it on fire he thought set it on fire.

His eyes locked onto the paper, he began to search inside him, looking for that power he felt. Set it on fire he thought set it on fire. He thought of Andy, all that he had done to him, the beatings, the humiliation, everything he had done to make his life miserable.

And Clark found it. Digging deep, he felt the surge come back, feeling it course threw his veins. His eyes went fiery again and then, the paper caught on fire. At first it only began at the tip but this it slowly began to spread, eating away at the page.

As Clark held it, he saw the flames reach his fingers…yet it didn't hurt. Then the page crumpled into a black heap against Clark's hands, falling to the floor.

"I did it" Clark said breathlessly, a smile creeping on his face "I did it, I did it!" he got up of the toilet, grabbed his books, and walked out of the bathroom. Feeling like he was on top of the world, he made his way to biology class.

Authors note: reviews appreciated people.