Disclaimer Alert

The characters appearing originally in the Heroes series, web comics and novel do not belong to me. They belong to Tim Kring and the NBC

Author's note

Hey guys, this is my first story so... Yeah. By the way I know Japanese isn't a real language. I would have done research but... their culture just confuses me. If you know what language they speak or more specifically what language Ando and Hiro speak to each other with, please let me know.

Heroes: Brave New World

Episode 1

The two cars sped down the road past some bystanders. One was a big black Jeep and the other an old Chevy. The Chevy was struggling to pull away from the slick black Jeep. The two cars exchanged body paints making the Chevy momentarily lose control. The car stabilized, the Jeep was now running parallel to the Chevy. Inside Noah Bennett was perspiring from concentration.

Noah and Claire Bennett - Chicago

Claire Bennett pulled her father's gun from his waist and shot through the passenger window at the Jeep. The Chevy's window collapsed into multiple glass fragments. Claire saw in horror as the bullets simply bounced off the Jeep.

"It's bulletproof!" she exclaimed.

Noah responded by turning hard to the left. There was a loud bang followed by screeching tires. The Jeep got bumped into the path of a street light. It smashed through it and made a spectacular roll in the air and landed on its roof. The Chevy was not without its own problems as it swerved wildly and crashed into a metallic barrier. Noah stumbled out of the car to the ground. One lens of his glasses was cracked. He pulled himself up clutched beneath his khaki jacket were he felt pain. He withdrew his hand which was stained with blood. He wiped his hand on his shirt and called out to his daughter. Claire's face had blood stains with no wounds.

"Dad, are you okay?" she instinctively asked.

"Yes. Get yourself out of there."

Claire failed to move and noticed a metal pike going collectively through her chest and her seat. She grabbed the pike and tried to pull it out. Her grip on the pike slipped as the blood on her hands acted like oil slick. Claire heaved and moaned but the pike would not budge. The passenger door opened.

Claire was terrified for a moment until she recognized her father's cracked horn rimmed glasses.

"I can't get free!" she said panicking "This thing has pinned me down."

Noah Bennett looked at the seat and pulled a small lever beside it.

"Put your feet against the dashboard for leverage", he commanded. "On the count of three push the seat back. 1 2 3!"

Noah and Claire pushed the seat back as the pike disgustingly withdrew from her. Now free she stumbled out of the car. Noah checked up on her injury and as expected saw it rapidly shrinking until there was nothing but a blood stain to prove that the injury was once there. They began walking away from the car accident. A teenager recording them on a camera phone followed close behind the fleeing pair.

"Whoa! You both are just going to walk away from that crash" the teenager with the cellphone said. "I saw what happened! I saw what you did!"

"Stop recording! Noah said.

"What? No way I'm..."

The teen was interrupted when in two quick moves Noah Bennett took his camera and delivered a shot the throat. The teenager fell down clutching his throat, coughing.

They reached more crowded places in the city. Noah was being supported by Claire who had his arm around her shoulder.

"Dad, you're hurt. I should find a way to give you my blood", she suggested.

"No. We need to get you to a safe place." Noah said.

"Where?" She asked.

A rare smile crept across Noah's face. "We're going to an old friend."

Peter Petreli and Tracy Straus - Washington

Peter Petreli walked up the stairs of the grey building. He was surprised when he saw Tracy Straus in a smart business suit and a just over the knee skirt waiting for him at the top of the stairs. He pulled his sleeve back to peek at the time.

"Tracy! Am I late?" He asked the blonde.

"No." She said as she buttoned his collar and fixed his tie. "Don't roll your eyes at me Peter Petreli. You need to look represent able if you're going to earn the support of the politicians in there."

"You mean the sharks in there." Peter corrected. "My brother was better at these kinds of things."

"It's a new world and we all have to make adjustments if we're to survive. So you now have to be good at these things." She said as she finished fixing him up.

They walked into the building and through the corridors.

"Remember Peter, politicians can be tricky. Be mindful of what you say and remember, I'll also be there too... to hold your hand."

Peter nodded in agreement as they entered the meeting room. There was a long rectangular, simple wooden table with eight well dressed men and women on either side of table in the room. The conversations they were having quickly died down as Peter and Tracy entered the room. All eyes were on them.

"Good morning." Tracy greeted the gathered politicians.

There were responses of mumbles.

Tracy calmly walked to one chair covered in leather as Peter followed her. They collided when Tracy stopped to pull her chair out. She motioned for Peter to sit and walked to the other side. Tracy was already going to emergency mode. Peter had to look strong and look like he knew what he was doing in order for them to pull this off.

"Shall we begin?" A lady with a red suit sitting nearest to Peter asked.

"Yes." Tracy answered and signaled to Peter to start.

"Hello, my name is Peter Petreli." he began. "I am like you. I am human, except that I have an ability. I do not think that I should be arrested or harassed for that reason. However, I realize that the police will not always be well equipped to deal with people like me."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Someone at the other end of the table asked?

"I suggest that the government fund... a 'Company' that will be tasked with dealing with cases involving people like me."

"A company? How ridiculous. Humans can't trust 'them' to police themselves. And I don't care if the President's predecessor owed you one." A man said. "This is a waste of time."

Tracy knew the man who spoke out against Peter. His name was Gilbert Vikes. He has a lot of influence and is known for being difficult and intolerant. He was in his 50s desperately trying to hide his balding head with a come over. He folded his arms as he leaned back on his chair.

Tracy was about to speak in Peter's defense when another beat her to the draw.

"Calm down Gilbert." A man said. Let's give him a chance to explain more about this 'Company'.

"I want the 'Company' to be another division of law enforcement that deals specifically with people with abilities."

"That idea doesn't sound viable." Another questioned his idea.

Peter was quiet thinking of a response. He was taking too long. Tracy finally spoke up.

"But it is viable." She said. "It has been done before and like with anything it had it's successes and its failures. We believe under the leadership of Mr. Petreli and with the support of the government we can do a lot of good and keep the peace. And overall be better than this ideas' predecessor."

"And how do we know we can trust you once you have our support?" Vikes asked. "How do we know you won't use our resources to amass an army of freaks."

"Yes. Mr. Petreli." The man who had spoken for Peter earlier said. "Can we trust you?"

Peter did not like Vikes' tone and the fact he called them freaks. He looked at Tracy and she nodded in encouragement. "Yes."

"And we are just going to have to trust you?" Vikes sarcastically asked.

"Maybe Mr. Petreli needs to prove himself to put our minds at ease." The man who had spoken for Peter said. "At the 'Carnival incident' you were photographed next to a wanted man. I believe the police have nicknamed him Sylar." The man began to have a coughing fit. He coughed into a black handkerchief.

Peter Petreli gulped at the mention of Gabriel's old alias. He knew that Gabriel had changed and he trusted that he was not the monster he had been. Peter knew where this conversation was going and he felt uneasy. Tracy looked at the coughing man and wondered who he was. She had been out of the politics game for a while but she knew everyone in the room except for this man. She inwardly cursed for not being as well prepared as she thought she had been. She made a mental note to do research on him.

"Excuse me", the man said when he was in control of his bodily functions again. "As I was saying you can prove to us that we can trust you by telling us the whereabouts of this man."

Gabriel had not technically paid for his past crimes as Sylar, Peter reasoned with himself. He was still a criminal and if he didn't give him up the 'Company' would not get off the ground. This was his chance to stop the world from going mad, to protect both normal people and people with abilities.

Peter asked for a pen which Tracy Straus provided. He wrote on a piece of paper and pushed the paper towards the woman near him. "That is his current address."

"Thank you. I'm sure Gilbert can lead the hunt for this man." The man said before another coughing fit. "I suggest we adjourn this meeting." The politicians mumbled their agreement. "Good. The next time we contact you Mr. Petreli we will have an answer." The room then emptied out.

Outside on the stairs Peter stood with Tracy.

"Well done." Tracy said, "you were better than expected."

"Yeah. If you were not with me, it would have been a disaster." Peter knew how important Tracy was. She knew the proper procedures and who to talk to get things done, she was invaluable and he was lucky that she had agreed to help him.

Tracy clenched her fists at how useless she had felt. If anything the man who she did not know had saved their case and shown her that she was not as prepared as she should have been. She was reminded of this when she saw the man approaching him with an African American woman in a maroon suit holding an iPad and a leather bounded notebook. They stood with them, the man had a friendly smile on his face. He was not too obese but his pot belly qualified him as chubby. He had frilly hair that would blow around even in the smallest of breezes.

"Hello again Mr. Petreli and Ms. Straus." he said.

"Hello. You'll have to forgive me but I don't know your name."

"Kenneth Wilcox and this is my assistant Rebecca Maxwells" He said holding out his hand."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wilcox." Peter said shaking his hand.

"Please call me Kenneth."

Gilbert Vikes approached them too. He did not look as friendly as Kenneth. "I have a bone to pick with you Ken!" He said as he dragged Kenneth off by the shoulder.

"Hey Gilbert."

"First of all don't call me Gilbert in front of..."

Peter could not hear them as they walked away from his hearing range.

"Hmm. Wilcox. I recall a Kenneth Wilcox in the Democrats." Tracy Straus said to Rebecca. "He was a minor figure then."

Rebecca's raised an eyebrow. "Yes. His career has shot up since then."

"What does he do?" Tracy pressed.

"He is and has been involved in many projects." Rebecca answered. "I'm sure you've heard of the Internal Defense Committee."

"He was a member of that Committee?" Tracy exclaimed.

"He initiated and was the chairman until he got redeployed to the president's office." Rebecca answered with a matter of fact tone. "You have been out of the game for a while Ms. Strauss. Maybe you should have started slow and small like an image consultant?"

Peter did not pick up on the hidden insult but Tracy did. Before she could throw her own insult Kenneth returned.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Petreli and you Ms. Straus." He said "I would not worry about these proceedings if I were you, after all you do have Ms. Straus on your side. Goodbye!"

Peter and Tracy said their goodbyes.

A garage door slid up as hidden leavers rolled it up from the ground. A green motorbike rolled in as a man climbed up a flight of stairs to greet the motorcyclist. The man on the motorcycle took off his crimson helmet and revealed his Asian face.

Ando and Hiro - Hong Kong, Japan

"Hello Hiro." Ando said to his friend in Japanese.

"How did the mission go?" Hiro asked also in Japanese.

"Not bad." Ando said as he got off the bike. He had on a tight fitting black jacket and pair of black jeans with red shoes. "How have things been going here?"

"You mean how have I been avoiding devastating boredom?" Hiro said. Hiro had on a scotch jacket suit with matching pants and a white shirt underneath.

"Oh, come on. I'm sure there have been more Hero alerts." Ando said as he was fiddling with something at the other end of the bike. Hero alerts was what they called the messages that they received asking for their help.

"Oh, there have been and all have been for you..." Hiro exclaimed in anger as he saw Ando taking out his katana from the bike. "What are you doing with the my katana?!"

"I needed it for the mission."

Hiro snatched the sword from him and stormed down the stairs. "Don't use the Kensie sword unless you have my permission which I will never give!"

"But you weren't even using it. You did not even notice it was gone." Ando said following close behind him.

"So because you're more popular than me that means you can use my things?"

"Awe! I'm not more popular than you."

"Really? Then why are you the only one who gets Hero alerts."

The melody for a Hero alert went off. They peered into the computer screen.

"Hey look!" Ando exclaimed. "You have a Hero alert!"

Hiro excitedly opened the alert and frowned when he read the message. He backed away, allowing for Ando to read it.

"Dear Hiro." Ando read out loud. "I need help! But I know Ando is busy so please give him this message when he... That's only one."

Hiro slumped in a chair and slowly spun in place. When he began his Hero call project he thought he would be helping people but actually Ando was the one who was helping people. He was a master of space and time and yet people would rather have Ando help them.

"The only reason why I am so popular is because I am handsome. You can take my alerts so that people can find out how awesome you are."

"No thank you." Hiro answered depressingly.

Ando received a call and had a short phone conversation.

"I have a date with your sister."

"That sounds so wrong."

"I'm calling it a night."

The Hero alert melody sounded off.

"You can deal with anything else that comes up." Ando said squeezing his soon to be brother in law's shoulder as he walked out.

Suddenly a webpage opened up on its own. Hiro did not give notice to it at first but the blue screen reflected off of everything including on his pair of glasses. Hiro approached the screen and read the title of the webpage.

"Mainframe's Invitation. Invitation to what?"

Then there was a Hero alert. Hiro was tempted to ignore the message that accompanied the melody but decided against it. He minimized the Mainframe webpage and read the alert.

"Dear Hiro, this is the minister of foreign affairs of India. Our country is in desperate need of your help. Please meet me this area below at the specified time."

A feeling of excitement swept over Hiro Nakumura. He made little jumps in place. Ando had saved a lot of people in this country but he had not saved a whole country. If he did this right he would have one up on him. Hiro put the katana sheath strap around his shoulder and adjusted the position of the katana to allow him to withdraw it quickly. He wrote a message on the computer screen for Ando so that his friend would not worry about him.

"Going to the mission displayed on screen. I will return when possible." He wrote as he said out loud. Hiro left the message for Ando to read. He stood straight and tightened his face in concentration. Then the room suddenly had one less master of space and time.

Matt Parkman - Parkman's Family Home, LA

Matt Parkman had an apron on to protect his clothes while he dusted the furniture. His son began to cry in the crib. Matt lifted him up off the crib in an attempt to comfort him.

"Alright big guy. Your milk should be ready right about now." Matt Parkman assured his son.

He walked with Matt Parkman jnr. to the kitchen where a bottle of milk was waiting. He fed the baby the milk and the toddler stopped crying, his mind focused on suckling the milk from the bottle. Matt heard a knock on the door. He wondered who it may be. His wife wasn't due to come for at least another three hours. He opened the door while feeding his son the bottle. He was surprised to see Molly Walker standing by the door.

"Hello Matt." She greeted him.

"M... Molly?" Matt stuttered.

Molly had two bags at either side of her that she picked up. "I would ask you to help me but I can see that your hands are full." She said gesturing to Matt jnr.

"Oh yes! Sorry." Matt Parkman says as he steps aside to let Molly in.

Molly walked into the kitchen of the family home. Unbeknownst to Matt, she had been standing outside for a while, gathering her courage, to knock and speak to a man that she loved but never have spoken to in a long time. She imagined the Parkman family home to be a well sized house that was clean, bright and warm. She was not disappointed but her correct guess of the Parkman home only served to fuel her awkward feeling of being there. Matt had built a new family and she felt like a remnant of the past, the unwanted daughter.

"How did you get here?" Matt asked Molly disturbing her train of thought.

"With an airplane."

"An airplane but your school isn't that far away. Speaking of, why aren't you at school?"

"Uhm... I have not been at that school in a long time." She said. "I have been in India with the Sureshs."

"What? Why didn't Mohinder tell me about this?"

"He only recently found out." She said moving into the living room where she placed her bags on the floor. "I came back to America to stay with you. Spend some time with you."

"Okay. I wish you would have called first." Matt Parkman said as he was thinking of all the explaining he had to do to his wife. "We have a spare room upstairs."

Molly nodded as she went upstairs. Matt felt tinge of guilt as he saw his adopted daughter walking up the stairs. She had grown so tall. It almost felt like she was a different person from the one he had taken cared of after Sylar attacked her. Young Matt was done with the milk and his father proceeded to burp him.

Later that night after all the introductions were made Molly sat down to dinner with the Parkmans. It felt awkward as the silence filled the kitchen \dinning room. Molly felt more like an intruder as the dinner dragged on.

"So, Molly. How is it in India?" Matt' s wife asked.

"It was good." She answered. I was staying with grandma Suresh. She was good to be around. So, you two got hitched?"

"Yes, we did. Our families were there. It was a beautiful event. Better than our first wedding. Uh Matt?"

Matt agreed with his wife as he was already thinking of how he would clean the pot he used to fry the meat.

"I wish I had been there."

"It was a small event." Matt assured her. "Not many people came."

Molly gave a half hearted nod.

"So are you going to go back to India or are you staying in America indefinitely?"

"I am not sure yet. May I be excused?" Molly got up and walked to her new room without waiting for permission. She slumped on her bed sighing. Then she saw someone at her window which was located at the upper floor of the house. She smiled upon seeing the boy. Molly jumped out of bed and opened the window to her friend West who was hovering a few feet above the ground at her window.

"Welcome back to America." West said.

"Thank you West. That's probably the friendliest welcome I've had so far."

"Your first day is rough huh?"

Molly nodded. "I don't think I'm wanted. And... I miss India."

"I didn't believe it when you said you were coming back." He said. "I mean it was hard enough trying to get you to even join Rebel."

Molly thought of how reluctant she had been when West and the rest of the Rebel group asked her to join but she was glad that she did. She had made some good friends like West during her time at Rebel.

"Grandma Suresh said I should come here. She said it would be a growing experience."

West nodded and tried to pretend he knew what she was talking about. "So have you called your boyfriend yet?"

"Micah is not my boyfriend." She said blushing.

"How'd you know I'm taking about Micah then?" West said smugly.

Molly turned an even brighter shade of red as she took a pillow and threw it at West. West flew to the side as the pillow sailed past him. Molly was not normally playful but West was able to bring that out of her. He began to float higher as he spoke to her.

"I'm serious though, call Micah. He'll want to know how your doing and if you need to talk anytime, I'll be here for you." West then shot into the night sky. Molly looked down at the pillow lying on the grass in the yard. How was she going to explain that?

Noah and Claire Bennett - Chicago

Noah and Claire Bennett were at a busy airport. They stopped at an aeroplane entrance. Noah searched his jacket and gave Claire a plane ticket. Claire accepted the ticket.

"This plane is going to England. As soon as you land an old friend will pick you up." Noah said to his confused looking daughter.

"You're not coming with me?" She asked him.

"No. Someone has to stay here, find out who is hunting you and hopefully... stop them."

"Dad, I can help you. I'm not the weak cheerleader that everyone has to save anymore. I can help you."

"No you can't. Not while dodging bullets; not when you're one of the most well known faces in the world."

"Why don't you just say it... you think that I'm a burden. For what I've done."

Noah hugged his daughter. "Yes, you are a burden but not for that reason. All children are a burden to their parents in one way or another but that doesn't mean we love them any less. I love you, now go. "

Claire walked reluctantly walked through the terminal entrance towards the plane.

A lonely big house sat atop a small hill overlooking other equally if not more impressive houses. The man inside who could not afford the house on a watch repairman's salary was sitting on a couch watching television.

Gabriel Grey - Senton

The house had a few pieces of furniture, revealing that its occupant had just newly acquired the place of dwelling.

Gabriel had used his alchemy power that he took from Bob to turn just enough metal to gold, to be able to afford the house. He had gone back to being a watch repairman but he had resolved not to live like one. Or at least not like the watch repairmen of his family. He sat scrolling through the channels on the television set. He was bored. He knew that being a good man would be hard but he did not know the extent of the difficulty. Just navigating through the routine of everyday life was already an excruciatingly dull process. This, apart for his hunger for power, was the reason why he became Sylar. Buying this house was a coping mechanism, albeit an expensive one. He suddenly stopped on a channel that had a soapie of some woman professing her love to a man. However, Gabriel was not listening to the show, he had felt anxiousness. He did not know where this anxious feeling was coming from but he knew it was not from him. He also felt other emotions like anger but the anxiousness overpowered them all. He knew he was not alone. There was a sound of breaking window glass, a thud and a splattering of a few drops of blood from Gabriel's head before his body fell limp on the floor. Upon Gabriel hitting the ground agents ran in. Some trained there guns on Gabriel's unmoving body. One of the agents crouched down the body. Gabriel's head had a red dot where the bullet from the agents sniper gun had penetrated. He felt Gabriel's pulse and was satisfied when he could not feel one. The agent placed a finger on the small communication device in his ear.

"Sir, the target has been neutralized." He said in a husky voice. Peter Petreli's Intel was correct. Should we get rid of the body now?"

The agent glanced down at the dead body and saw that the head entrance wound had disappeared.

"What the..." He asked interrupted, as he leaned in for a closer look.

Arcs of electricity came out of the body and electrocuted all the agents nearest to it. They fell down stunned. Gabriel got up as a barrage of bullets were fired at him. Using his telekinesis he was able to divert most of the bullets away but some still hit him. He could feel the panic radiating from his shooters. He fell to one knee keeping one hand outstretched to divert all the bullets he could. He poured all his concentration into one big telekinetic push which knocked his attackers off their feet and their guns away. He noticed four agents getting up and trying to draw new weapons ready to try again. He got up walked a few steps and, before anyone could pull a trigger, sent them flying all over the living room. They hit the ground unconscious.

His wounds were rapidly healing as the bullets exited his body and hit the floor with loud 'clink' sounds. He was shot again in the back and without turning and with a small gesture of his hand quickly pushed the weapon away from the shooter. He turned around and saw that one of the agents he had stunned with electric bolts had gotten up on his knees. He recognized him as the man who was speaking into a communicator after he had been first shot.

Gabriel lifted him off the ground with his powers.

"Who sent you here?" He calmly asked.

"I ain't telling shi..." The agents mouth involuntarily was shut.

"If you don't tell me. You will be in great pain. Now, who sent you here? How did you find out about me?"

Gabriel gave the agent the use of his mouth back and he spat at him. Gabriel wiped the saliva mixed with blood off his bullet hole riddled shirt. He did not want to torture the man because of his empathy ability. He felt no fear from the agent and knew torture would be the only way to get answers. He took a deep breath and tried to bury his empathetic ability deep within him and summoned his electric powers. Electricity came from his hand and struck the agent. The agent screamed in agony. Even with the empathetic ability dulled down to the maximum Gabriel could still feel some of the agents pain. This torture was harming him on a smaller level too. He stopped the electricity to give the agent and himself a break.

"Well?" Gabriel asked hopefully.

"I'll tell you what you want to know. I'm not going to suffer for a single more moment for your 'kind'. The agent said. It did not take Gabriel's empathy to sense the agent's hate for his 'kind'. "Your friend Peter Petreli told us where to find you."

Gabriel waited for the tingling feeling he got when someone was lying and was surprised when he received none. How could it have been true. Peter would never betray him, they had become friends or at least allies. What had changed?

"You tortured Peter for the information, didn't you?" It was more of an accusation then a question. That was the only way Gabriel could make sense of it. He unconsciously squeezed the agent harder with his powers.

The agent began spitting blood from the added pressure on his body. "No." He was able to meekly breath out. "He gave the information freely..." The agent coughed out more blood.

Gabriel's breathing became more shallow as he applied more pressure. He gritted his teeth trying to be stronger than the pain he felt thanks to his empathy.

In his perceived last moments the agent was struggling to breath let alone speak. "...with the goal to see you dead." The agent said with a bloody smile and spite in his voice.

The tingling that Gabriel felt off the lie snapped him out of his murderous trance. He let the agent fall to the floor where he gasped for air.

It was funny how Gabriel had complained about how bored he was but now he would have rather been bored then do what he now had to do. He flew out of the house heading for Washington.

To be continued.