Author's Note: Hiya! This is an all OC story about Heroes all across the world. Well, actually, it has all OCs and people from Adam Monroe (Takezo Kensei)'s group. So, yeah. Spoilers. Btw, I'll just bold people speaking in foreign langauges. Coming up with names is hard too, so just ignore the weird last names I try to create.

-Salvador, Brazil-

(Carlos Tsanjiti 10:00 AM)

Carlos stared upwards, watching yet another bird fly by. He finally decided to sit up with a husky sigh, eyes wandering around. Posters of too many people were taped to the allyway below. He hopped down from the rooftop and blinked, staring at one that had caught his gaze.

"What's this?" he inquired, ripping it off the brick wall to observe it.

"WANTED: JOSE LACARTO

SUBJECT HAS BEEN ACCUSED OF ATTACKING OTHER CITIZENS

HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CREATE A WIDE RANGE OF POISON FROM NOWHERE GOING UP TO A 5 MILE RADIUS

A B-CLASS CRIMINAL, CAUSED DEATH OF MANY.."

"What a bunch of bull," Carlos hissed. He eyes lingered on the third sentance much too long though. He looked around anxiously and placed his hand upon the brick wall, wondering if it would happen again. He watched the bricks grow dimmer and dimmer in color before the wall finally began to crumble into dust. He pulled his hand away and the wall remained as it was.

-London, England-

(Spencer Nott 10:00 AM)

Spencer ran a hand through wavy chesnut hair. He took another bite of his bacon, wondering if he could get a biscut before leaving. He shook his head. Dear ol' mum has eyes like a hawk these days, and Spencer knew it. He finished his breakfast and hurried to place the plate into the sink.

"Where are you goin'?" his mother grunted from the next room. Spencer stared at the door and gave a little smirk.

"I'll be goin' out, mum. See you later." He said hurriedly, rushing to slam the door shut. He ran out into the fresh air and inhaled the the warmth of the sunshine, letting it all sink in. He began to walk in a nice, deliberate pace, wondering what he should do today.

"Today," he muttered to himself, staring around in hopes of something to do. "Today, I'll get to the top of Big Ben, with the help of some little friends.."

-Venice, Italy-

(Olivia Gennaio 10:30 AM)

"Giuseppe, I'm going out, I'll be back soon," Olivia called to her older brother. A grunt was the reply that came seconds later. She slammed the door shut and walked outside. Wind ran through raven black hair, against a tan face. Olivia smiled. She loved it here in Italy. Her parents could live where ever they wanted to. Olivia had chosen to move with her brother back where both were born in Italy. He was 28 after all. And Olivia was 17. She could take care of herself. She heald a piece of paper and a pen in one hand, walking to a fountain. Her favorite fountain. She was going to write to her pen pal again.

"Olivia, there you are!" Olivia turned to see her friend, Maria, rushing over to her. Olivia gave her a warm smile and Maria chuckled.

"Always full of smiles and sunshine, Olivia is, eh?" Olivia let out a laugh, and that seemed sweet as well. Maria smiled, sitting down next to her.

"I'm writing to my penpal in America!" Olivia explained. "He can speak Italian too, but he writes back in both Italian and English so I can learn."

"What's his name? What does he describe himself as?" Maria questioned teasingly, poking Olivia. Olivia blushed some.

"He describes himself as a man who's seen the world and survived it. His name, he wouldn't tell me. He asked me to just call him Monroe."

-Beijing, China-

(Lee Fung 11:00 AM)

Lee walked along the road, unruly black hair blowing in the wind. He was on his way to practice. He let out a sigh and stared upwards.

"Everything feels too natural today," he muttered, brows furrowing. He arrived at the dojo minutes later, still in a daze. He took a wooden sword, preparing to spar with his master. They both bowed and began. Lee's sword met the masked sensei's, clashing again and again, less and less time between each hit. Now Lee was insane, creating complex moves before finally hitting his master from an open spot. He fell back and Lee let out a small laugh before taking the mask off. There it was, once again. The same familiar face with such an average tan, matted with dirt and sweat as if he had been fighting forever. The thin blonde hair, the narrowed eyes, the labored breath. Lee smiled.

"Kensei-senpai...Wait. Are you related to Takezo Kensei?" Lee asked, forgetting his original sentance. The man chuckled.

"It's just a coincidence."

-Napier, New Zealand-

(Emma Syndey 12:00 PM)

"Oi, Ian." Emma chirped, hugging her boyfriend from behind. Ian chuckled and spun her around, placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Young and in love, Emma thought dreamily. She was young, only about 22. Ian was 24, but they didn't care much about age. 2 years didn't make much of a difference. They swayed in their kiss before finally breaking apart, Emma's eyes sparkling darkly. They kissed again, unknowing of both being watched on screen. Blonde hair swished from a lab like room and a chuckle rang through it.

"All around the world? These ones seem too boring.."

-Quebec, Canada-

(Jennette Walker 1:00 PM)

Jenny sighed, peering around through scarlet rimmed glasses. Short, curly auburn hair whipped in the cold wind. Honestly, it was too cold in Canada. She walked forward, eyeing her old husks of ice cold breath. She snapped her eyes shut and concentrated as hard as she could. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds and the wind settled to a subtle breeze. Warmth began to flow and melt the ice on the ground. She let out a long gust of breath, swaying a bit before falling on the ground. Jenny always over did it.

-Kingston, Jamaica-

(Kadeem Turner 1:30 PM)

Kadeem let out a sigh. Such calm, beauty on the islands. All of the isolation, all of the beauty. It had been wasted on him, suffocating Kadeem. He longed to escape into some place crowded. Some place that had unpredictable weather. He walked along the shore, staring off into sea. He stalked off to the small shack in a secluded spot noone would ever find. He strut in and loomed over the man lieing on the bed. He seemed to be worn out, his breath labored, his body overheating. He stared at Kadeem, trying to ask him something between wheezes.

"Forget it," Kadeem murmured. "Don't waste your strength. Just tell me. Who are you?" He perked a brow, folding arms over his torso.

"M-my name.." the man wheezed, a pained expression on his face, "ee-is.." He tried to gesture to himself. He must be foreign, his English isn't that well, Kadeem noticed.

"Jose LaCarto.."

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Author's Note: Ooh. I have a lot of cliffhangers and a lot of people. And there are more. Yes, that obviously means there will be death of my OC's. Btw, there are some major characters not dwelled on much in this chapter. Giuseppe, Jose, Maria, Ian and others. If you have any countries you want a Hero to be from, I will credit you for them. I also need to come up with more powers for people. Well, I'll accept suggestions for that too. Also, I'll start posting it once a week. How about on Tuesdays!? Yeah, Tuesdays. So that way Mondays dont suck, neither do Tuesdays, and Wednesday is halfway through the week. Bye!