A/N: Hello everyone! This is just something I hope the next Volume of Heroes, titled Villains, would be about. So, of course, spoilers up to the Season 2 finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes. I believe that right belongs to Tim Kring and NBC Universal. Not even the theories here are mine. Nothing belongs to me except my imagination and indignation at the fact that Nathan might be the one to bite the bullet. No money is being made off of this. If there is money being made off of it… That would suck.

And here it is:

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"I have the ability to -"

Bang! Bang! The two bullets cut Nathan short. He staggered back, limbs weakening until he collapsed against Peter.

"Nathan! Nathan, no…" Peter held him, trying to make sure his brother stayed conscious but he was slipping.

"Peter… I - " Nathan's breath hitched. It was getting harder for him to breathe.

Peter felt himself starting to panic. People were screaming and shouting for the exit. Where was help when -

Two paramedics pushed through the crowd with a gurney. One of them checked for Nathan's pulse while the other convinced Peter to get let go of Nathan. They loaded him up on the ambulance, leaving Peter behind, feeling numb.

Something wasn't right. Shouldn't he have gone with Nathan? Someone tapped his shoulder - Detective Parkman. "The paramedics are here… where's Nathan?"

"What are you talking about? They just took him to the hospital," Peter whirled around and faced the two paramedics. They looked exactly like the two that had taken Nathan.

"We just got the call," one of them said, looking around with a confused expression.

"Sorry we're a bit late," said the other. "There was a bit of a jam getting in here. Some guy wouldn't move their van….Where's the victim?"

Peter felt his blood run cold. "This isn't right. You two just took him…" The paramedics shook their head and turning to the other officers in the station to make sure no one else was hurt. Peter turned and looked at Matt. "You don't think …"

Matt shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past them."

It was all Peter needed. He and Matt ducked down behind the podium. He placed a hand on Matt's shoulder and teleported them back inside the Company vault.

Peter's head throbbed. What's going on? He searched around the room… it was the right room. He knew it. The only problem was that there was nothing in there that he recognized from the last time he was in there - no brain, no cards, no key, no dagger - nothing but stacks and stacks of paper. He searched and searched and then - what was that?

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Matt glanced around the room skeptically. He tried the door (locked), which looked like an ordinary door and not at all like that heavy metal door with the complex locking system.

Peter floated up to the ventilator, seeing the red light flash again. He pried the screen loose. "This is the right room." He pointed out the security camera to Matt. "And it looks like someone expected us." Peter picked up the note that sat next to the camera.

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Mohinder walked through the streets, throwing a paranoid glance over his shoulder every now and then before continuing on his way until he reached the Company building near Kirby Plaza. It took him a few moments to locate him, but eventually Mohinder caught up with Bob, who looked extremely agitated. "Bob, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"As do I," Bob nodded, leading Mohinder towards his office, "but first, have you seen Elle?" He began searching through the boxes that lined the wall.

Mohinder stepped through the doorway, the previous door having just been replaced a few hours ago. "Yes, she's with Molly and Maya right now. If it weren't for her, Sylar would have killed us."

"Sylar?!" Bob fumbled and dropped a few boxes. "Oh, God help us all. If there weren't enough bad news today."

"What's going on?" Mohinder asked, bending over to help Bob with the boxes. He read the label on one of them. "Who's Cameron Schaffer?"

"One of our many problems," Bob snatched the box back from Mohinder. "What's this about Sylar?"

"He found me - us - at my apartment. Your daughter tried to stop him from killing us, but he got away. He…took the box with the vial of the cure with him," Mohinder finished lamely.

Bob looked ready to tear out what remained of the hair on his head. "Why didn't you go after him?"

"Elle went after him, but he disappeared."

Bob shook his head in disappointment. He wanted to shout a hundred different things, but in the end he said, "Nevermind then. There's still some of Claire's blood left a few floors down. Try to get the cure to Niki in time."

Mohinder nodded meekly enough and left, closing the door behind him.

He didn't mind that Adam and Peter had broken into the vault and destroyed the virus. Truth be told, he was glad they had. He just wished they'd remembered to close the door behind them. Now the key, his key - the first key he'd ever turned to gold - the key they'd used to lock away those that were dangerous for everyone and everything under the sun, was stolen. The key had turned the lock they were never meant to turn again.

Bob exhaled a sigh of frustration, collapsing onto his chair. He booted up his computer, typing in the password and reviewed the security tapes, taking note of the name of every escaped powered individual the Company had locked up over the years and grabbed their box of information from the wall.

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Hiro finished up at his desk, logging off his computer. He packed up his bag and got ready to go home.

"Finished for the day?" Ando asked as Hiro walked past his cubicle.

"Yes," Hiro said. "You?"

"I am now," Ando grinned while logging off and grabbing his jacket.

"Where do you two think you're going?"

Ando gulped. "Hello, Kimiko! We finished early."

Kimiko shook her head. "I'll let you slide this time - " Ando grinned at her suggestively "- only because I need you to help remind my brother to get some eel for dinner and make sure he doesn't get cheated. Again."

Hiro flushed red in embarrassment. "It was only a few yen."

"5, 000 yen is not 'a few yen.'"

"She's right, Hiro," Ando nodded sagely.

"Get going before all the good ones are gone," Kimiko sighed.

Half an hour's worth of haggling later, Hiro bid Ando goodbye as they parted from the markets. Hiro, with the eel wrapped in a brown paper bag, walked by the cemetery where he had his father and Takezo Kensei - Adam Monroe - buried. He wondered if Adam had run out of air to breathe yet.

He made his way over to his father's grave, bowing to it with the eel. After a few moments of silence, he said, "I miss you already."

He turned to check the unmarked grave a few feet away and dropped the eel. "No."

The grave that had contained Adam had been dug up and the coffin was empty.