The series Heroes is owned by Tim Kring. Most of the characters here are of my creation.

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Heroes: Another Angle

Chapter 1: A Little Light Reading

September 3rd, 2006

Winnipeg Manitoba

9:41 PM

"Please! Don't hurt us!"

"Oh, shut up!" I ordered. The weaklings cowered at my feet, whimpering for their worthless lives. I felt the warmth of bliss inside me; not a single one of these weaklings could touch us. With our powers, we were unstoppable.

"You!" my sister shouted to one of the weaklings. "What are you up to!?!"

"I-I'm not-"

"Show it to me!" she ordered.

The coward slowly showed her the cell phone he was attempting to dial. She held up her hand and the phone jumped from his into hers. My sister closed her eyes and the phone imploded. She looked to me and nodded. I raised my hand and the fool went flying across the room, cracking the wall as he hit it. The force of my blast caused the others to scream. I smiled again at their fear. My sister calmly strolled over to the register and banged her hand on the counter.

"Service!"

The cashier slowly inched his head above the countertop.

"Y-Yes ma'am?"

"Don't 'yes ma'am' me, you shit! I want coffee!"

"W-What kind, miss?"

As my sister made her order I realized I had become exceedingly bored. I had had my fill of sadism for the night, so I supposed making use of the bookstore's most abundant commodity to kill time. I picked up the nearest one, titled "Activating Evolution".

Why not? I thought.

I scanned through the book and found I had chosen an interesting one: The theory that humanity was on the threshold of an evolution that would give people what could only be described as "superpowers." I chuckled and wondered if this man knew how right he really was. As I read on, however, I found out that he did realize he was spot on, more than I would have thought. As I continued I came to realize the horrible truth.

"Mellany," I called. My sister responded and came to my side.

"What is it?"

"Read this."

"Sis…" she complained.

"Oh, right."

I sometimes forgot that my sister couldn't read. It was ironic considering she was the smarter of us. I told her what I had read, about the theory, about how the author had predicted our powers, and how he had predicted thousands of others.

"'Thousands?' But then, that means-"

"That we're not special," I finished. "There are thousands of more like us out there."

I bit my lip and blood soon began to flow from it.

"Sis," she said gently.

"THOUSANDS!!!"

I unleashed my power, tumbling over bookshelves and sending books flying every which way. My sister embraced me, stopping my rampage. Soon tears began to fall from my eyes.

"Don't worry, Maybell," she whispered gently in my ear. "We are still special."

"How? We were only special because no one else could do anything like us."

"Well, we're not like them, are we?" she asked, addressing the weaklings on the ground.

"No, we aren't," I agreed. "But what about the others?"

"We'll just show them all how special we are, even by their standards.

"How?" I asked, but somehow I already knew.

I turned to look at her and watched with joy as her lips curled into that vicious smirk, the same smirk she always had when she had an idea like that.

"By killing them," she cooed. "Every last one. Then we'll be the only special ones."

I grinned and nodded.

"Now then, who wrote it and where is he?"

I turned to the back page and found the author's personal info.

"Cha-nd-ra Sur-esh," I sounded out. "He's from India, but he's in New York right now."

"Perfect. That's not too far. We'll find him, and then he'll tell us where they are."

She released me from her embrace and smiled gently.

"Now wipe your eyes and your mouth and we'll be on our way."

I did as I was told as she walked over to the register again.

"My coffee?" she asked.

"H-Here…"

She took a sip and frowned.

"It's cold," she complained.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I'll get you an-nother one."

"Don't bother," she said and threw the rest of the drink into his face. "You're coffee is awful." She dropped the cup and headed for the door. "Coming, dear sister?"

I closed the book and gripped it tightly as I followed.

I was getting bored with killing weaklings anyway.

Ok, I thought about this a bit and I thought it should be said: Maybell and Mellany are not incestuous lesbian lovers. They genuinely love each other as you would love your own sibling if they really were the only people in the world you could trust. No fantasies of the sort will be made in this fanfic. Sorry to take up your time, but I think it needed to be said.