Author's Note: These Heroes are my own original creations, even though some may resemble those from the show. The only character from the show is Mohinder Suresh. Please don't copy my characters in any form, and remember that nothing in the show ever happened and this is Mohinder's first encounter with Heroes. (And the mystery of his father's death is different!) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Powers Emerge

Jeff Rookers-Washington D.C.

"We've got to get him something fast!" A two nurses and a doctor were pushing a man on a cart down the halls of the one of the top hospitals in DC. The man was dead silent; you wouldn't even know he's alive unless you really paid attention to the shallow breathing. The man was relatively tall at over six feet, and was wearing a professional blue suit, with a red tie that was hanging very loosely around his neck. His hair was brown and messy.

They hospital staff pushed him into a room and put him onto an operating table. They ripped open his shirt, and got ready to revive him. "What happened to this man?" one of the nurses asked.

"He drank way too much alcohol," another nurse responded. "He should be dead!" The doctor was just starting to send an electric shock through him when Jeff woke up! His heart regained its normal beat, like nothing ever really happened. The doctor and nurses stood there, stunned beyond belief.

Jeff sat up, holding his head. "Where, am I?" he asked stupidly. He began to come to, and figured out he was in the emergency room. He screamed, "How did I get here?" He started to get up off the table, but nurses grabbed him and laid him back down on the table.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," one of the nurses said. "Your blood alcohol level was off the charts! You should be dead, you should be dead!" Jeff stared at her, not knowing what to think of the current situation. The one nurse ran off, scared out of her mind, while the other took him to another room to make sense of the whole mess.

Vince Cochran- Miami, Florida

"Hike!" Vince threw the ball to his only open receiver, who ran and scored a touchdown. The whole team cheered at the wonderful play.

"Good practice team," Coach Turner said. Turner was a portly man, with thinning brown hair. The team went into the locker room, that is, except for Vince. Vince was the star quarterback on the football team. He had quite a build and had striking black hair and a nice smile.

"Coach," he said. Turner turned to him and gave a smile. "Coach, can I talk to you about something?" Turner shrugged his shoulders as to say "anything". "I'm sorry to say this," Vince continued. "But, I don't think my line is really doing their job. When I needed to run unexpectedly, it's like there are big holes for me to go through. What's up with that?"

Coach Turner gave a quizzical look and said "What are you talking about Vince, you line held solid! Maybe you're just good at finding the hole!" They laughed and Vince went into to change and shower, still wondering what had happened at practice that day.

Went he left the locker room, his girlfriend, Brittany, was waiting for him. She grabbed him and gave him a big kiss. Brittany was not your average football player's girlfriend. She hated cheerleaders, and played volleyball in the fall, basketball in the winter, and did track during the spring. She had a petit body and flowing brown hair, but she could still beat up half the kids on the football team.

"How did practice go?" she asked. Their relationship was still kind of awkward. Vince and Brittany had just gotten back together after she found Vince cheating on her.

"Fine, I guess," he replied. "Something really weird started to happen…"

Ashley Starr- Los Angeles, California

"Miss Slate, you are needed in make-up right away!" A little squirrelly man was trailing on the footsteps of a beautiful blonde woman. He had a planner out, writing in it and flipping through it madly.

"Settle down," Ashley said to him. "I don't you to never call me miss, and make-up can wait, there are fans waiting outside for me. You know my policy is "fans come first!" She walked off leaving the little man behind.

"But you're scheduled to go on Oprah in less than an hour!" Ashley either didn't hear him or ignored him completely. The little man just sighed and ran after her.

Outside, hundreds of Ashley's fans were screaming their heads off when she came out. There was complete madness as everyone tried to get the best spot and get Ashley Starr's autograph. Ashley was the biggest name in Hollywood at the time. Her movies always drew hundreds of millions of dollars.

Ashley walked down to the crowd, shaking people's hands and giving autographs, the whole time her agent (the little man) trying to get her to speed things up. After about ten minutes, she decided to go get ready for Oprah, but she felt kind of weird and the whole room started to spin. She fell down to the ground and started shaking violently. Two of her bodyguards ran out to help her.

"She's having a seizure!" someone shouted, frightened.

Jeff Rookers- Washington D.C.

"I'm telling you, I don't know what happened. One minute I'm at a party drinking, and the next moment I'm sitting here!" Jeff was being questioned thoroughly by the doctors. It wasn't everyday a man an inch away from death just got up as if nothing happened. "I'm out of here." Jeff got up out of the chair he was sitting in and walked out of the room. The doctors had given up and didn't even try to stop him.

On his way through the halls, Jeff tried to get himself together. What happened to me? he thought. If I was as bad as everyone thought, how am I still alive? He exited the hospital and got into his car and drove home, the busy streets of D.C. slowing him down. When he finally walked into his front door, his wife, Julia, was waiting for him.

"Where were you?" she asked. "I was worried sick! I told you not to go to those party's anymore, you gonna get yourself killed!" She crossed her arms and started, coldly, at Jeff.

Jeff walked up to her and gave her a big hug and said, "Well I'm here now, and that's that should matter." He went to give Julia a kiss, but the phone rang and she went to answer it. She was only on the phone for a couple of minutes before coming back, her eyes flashing red.

"Jeff, you were in the emergency room!" she screamed at him. "You should have at least told me something! I thought a marriage was supposed to be based on honesty, but I guess you don't believe in that!" She grabbed her coat and ran out of the door, Jeff not even making a move to stop her.

Jenna Sparks- New York City, New York

"My name is Jenna Sparks, and I'm from the FBI." Jenna, a tough, strong, but pretty red-head walked into the office of the police department. An aura of superiority surrounded her. Jenna had that presence that everyone would stare at her, and they knew she always meant business. "Well, you guys called me down here, so what's the problem?" she demanded.

All of the police officers at the station started running around, getting Jenna coffee, a bagel, etc. It wasn't long before the chief of the police station himself invited Jenna inside his office. Chief Danube's office was quite large with a beautiful oak desk, tons police artifacts on the shelf, and many awards hanging on the wall. Chief Danube sat behind his desk and offered Jenna a seat in front of it.

"We have got a major problem on our hands," Danube said. "All over the city, people have been found mysteriously dead, their heads shaved bald. We've done everything we could, but now we need the help of the FBI."

Jenna thought about what Chief Danube just said, "How many deaths were there?"

The chief looked down sadly and replied, "More than fifty." Jenna's jaw dropped, and there was silence in the room for a long while.

Ashley Starr- Somewhere

Ashley got up, rubbing her head as she did so. She looked around and noticed that she wasn't in L.A. anymore. She looked around, and it seemed as if she were in some town that existed 100 years ago. There was no one around to ask where she was, so she guessed she would have to find out herself.

She walked around the small town, until she found a small boy and girl playing among some towels that were hung out to dry. The girl had on a faded blue dress, the boy, blue overalls. Ashley ran up to them to ask them the name of this town, but they ran once she approached them.

That's odd, she thought, they're the only kids I know that would run away from a movie star like me. Ashley went up to the house the kids were running around. It was very old fashioned, made of just wood and brick. She knocked on the wooden door, and a woman dressed similarly to the girl, just she had an apron on and had frizzier brown hair, answered the door. "Hello," she said.

"Hi, my name is Ashley Starr, although you probably knew that from my movies!"

The lady looked puzzled and said, "What's a movie?" Ashley was stunned. Where was she?

"Um, anyway," she said. "I was just wondering where I am at, and even what year it is?"

"Well," the woman replied. "You're out west in 1899, surely you would have remembered that?" Ashley's face turned white. She said good-bye, and ran off.

Vince Cochran- Miami, Florida

"How was school today, honey?" Vince walked into the kitchen after taking Brittany home, and his mom was making dinner. Vince shrugged his shoulders, still not really sure exactly what happened that day at practice. He went to his room, and fired up his Xbox 360 that he had just gotten for his birthday.

His head wasn't really in the game, and he got killed about twenty times before his mom called him down to dinner. His mom had made spaghetti, him and his sister's favorite. Vince's dad had died just six months ago on a job assignment in New York. Vince's sister, Jessica, was the only one to talk that night at dinner, but Vince didn't care. Mysterious things were happening more and more often, one time he swore he walked right through a closed door.

After dinner, Vince finished what little homework he had, took a shower, and then got ready for bed. He lay down to go to sleep, and he fell right through the bed.

Jenna Sparks- New York City, New York

"Fifty peole died and you waited this long to call the FBI!" Jenna shouted at Danube. "How could you do this? You have even more than a serial killer on our hands!" Jenna got up and started pacing around the room, trying to get some kind of control on herself.

"Please show me any clues you may have uncovered," she said slowly. Chief Danube got up quickly and led her out of his office to another room.

Once they entered, there was a big wall covered with photos, most just dead bodies with their heads shaved off. "I'm sorry we haven't recovered many clues," Chief Danube said. "But this guy is smart and doesn't leave us much to recover."

Jenna nodded her head and waved Chief Danube out of the room. She needed to be alone when thinking hard. She looked at every photograph carefully, and then got out her cell phone. She hit a number programmed into her phone, and a deep male voice said hello on the other side.

"Hello, this is Jenna Sparks at one of New York City's Police Departments," she said into the phone. "I will need back-up on the case that we were told about."

"I'll be right there," the man said. Jenna hung up the phone, put it into her pocket, and went through the pictures a second time.

Mohinder Suresh- India

Mohinder Suresh, a well built, strong, Indian man was sitting at the desk in his apartment, looking over some papers that really interested him. Mohinder was a geneticist, just like his father once was. However, Mohinder didn't always believe what his father did. Mohinder's father always believed very "out-there" ideas, like that people could actually have super powers. Mohinder thought this stuff was rubbish.

Mohinder was just finishing reading when his phone rang on the desk. It was an old phone, one with a wheel and not numbers to put in numbers. He answered a phone and an American voice came over the phone, "Mr. Suresh, we have grave news from New York City, your father has been murdered."

To be continued…

Author's Note: Sorry for any mistakes historically, scientifically, medically, etc. I was trying to make the story as interesting as possible. Also, please review my story, but don't make any references to how similar my heroes' powers or stories are similar to the show. Lastly, if you have any ideas for future heroes/villains, I will gladly accept those in you reviews. Thanks for reading!