Authors note: I haven't written on fanfiction for two years. I would give excuses but why bore you. What I'm doing now is different and very special to my heart. My sister, Boo, and I have been collaborating since 2008 and this is one of our stories. I can not take credit for all of this. Love you Boo!

Disclaimer: Neither Boo nor I own the rights to Heroes, however we do own our plot and OCs.

WARNING! This story is rated Mature for a reason. It contains violence, strong language, and sensuality. You have been warned.

Beginnings

One year ago

Upstate New York

Coleen Strong

She remembered running like hell. Everything else was a blur, but she did remember running from the scene. Not to say she didn't realize what she had done. The blood on her hands was her doing, and she knew that. She fled into the woods as soon as it was over, and she didn't look back.

Jamie Massati was dead. He had been an average Joe in the eyes of everyone else, but not in Coleen's eyes. Jamie was special, very special. Jamie and Coleen had similar secrets of natural selection; the genetic code which gave specific people around the globe abilities. They were indeed different.

Why kill one of your kind? The obvious answer pointed to jealousy. He had what Coleen wanted and so she murdered him. The weapon used was an old kitchen knife. Yes, it took quite awhile to off the top of his head with that old thing. His squirming didn't help much either.

"If you'd stop moving it might not hurt as much," she had teased him in a headlock. She could have knocked him out, but failed to see the fun in that.

Coleen held her black bag close to her hip as she ran breathlessly. Blue and red lights flashed across the trees in front of her. In the dark, though it was hard to say, when the moonlight hit her face, it was almost as if she were smirking.

Though she was running faster than a speeding bullet, she was still shaken by it all. Her legs stiffened and she almost collapsed to grab the handle to her home. This was her safe haven. She dashed down the basement, which was a particularly cute set up for a murderer. She fell to the ground and patted the floor carefully, her ear flat to the wood. She was silent until she found what she was looking for; a loose floorboard.

She plucked it up, and slid her little bag into the empty space it made. One it as hidden, she placed the board back in its previous position. Nothing was right anymore, and Coleen instantly felt sickened. She had no endurance for this sort of thing. She sat in silence, nothing to comfort her but the chirping of crickets.

It was as if she blacked out. Sudden strong arms wrapped around her stomach and hips. Fingers ran up and down her figure. She stiffened suddenly at the touch and readied herself to scream bloody murder.

"Breathe Coleen." The familiar voice was soft and relaxing. She reminded herself that the man who kept her prisoner in his arms was a friend, more than that even.

"Lauren," she let her eyes flicker and then shut. "I've been awful." Laurent studied the blood on her hands.

"Who was it?" He looked her in the eye steadily. "Was it the guy who raped you."

Coleen swallowed hard. Two months ago neither Laurent or Coleen would have turned out this was. They came from similar lives, hard and disgusting lives. There had always been something off about them. The kids at school were always scared stiff of them for no apparent reason. They just had that vibe. But now that someone had taken away Coleen last piece of innocence, it just sent both of them over the edge.

"Yeah." She smiled slowly looking down at her hands. The man that she had once fallen victim to was avenged at her hands. For once that void was filled knowing that the blood she had spilled, was his.

"I wish you hadn't." Coleen turned to him sharply.

"What?" Laurent planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I wanted to do it. You beat me to the punch. Though I can't stay mad at you." He smirked in such a way it sent chills up Coleen's spine. "After all it was your fight. Your score to settle, not mine."

The two kept their eyes locked on one another. They knew know they would soon wreak havoc on this godforsaken place; their futures were set. When questioned, all she would have to do is put on her surprised face and ask "Jamie's dead?" Laurent would put on a stern face and comfort his innocent beloved.

"Come on." Laurent sat up with one swift movement. "Lets get you cleaned up."

One year ago

New York City

Darcy Strong

"Darcy seriously where were you? Your shift started thirty minutes ago." Darcy Strong glanced over had her coworker Sandra absently and tied her green apron onto her waist. She grabbed a handful of straws and her order pad. Sandra's harsh Italian features counteracted Darcy's soft and the age difference was defiantly evident.

"I know, I know. Dance class went overtime. It's a lot harder with the little ones. They can hardly sit still for three seconds without-"

"That's nice dear," Sandra said in her thick New Yorker accent. "You just remember there would be no dance without this job. You actually thought you could pay rent with that kind of job. Ha!" Sandra pointed to a table in the corner. "Table six has been waiting for-"

"On it." Darcy turned on her heel and looked to the table. A young man, in his mid twenties it seemed, sat alone at the table reading the menu through his large rimmed glasses. She started to the table and couldn't help but stare when their eyes suddenly locked; sea blue against chocolate brown.

"Can I get you something to drink?" The man shakes his head softly and looks away as if snapping out of something.

"Uh…a coke will be fine."

"Okay I'll be right back with your soda. My name is Darcy if you need anything."

Darcy smiles and fetches his drink. There was something so strange about him. It was that same feeling someone gets when they know someone from somewhere but can not remember any more than that. She definitely didn't know him. And still…

"Here you go." She put his soda down reaching awkwardly over him. His eyes were suddenly fixated on her silver wristwatch.

"Oh I hope you don't mind," he pointed to the watch. Darcy looked at her watch and shrugged.

"Um…sure." She unhitched the watch and handed it to him. He smiled at her and turned one of the knobs. Within a second he handed it back to her.

"It was one minute fast." Darcy stared at him impressed. "Its fixed for now, but I'd recommend seeing a watch maker to repair it completely."

"That's…really impressive." He shrugged.

"Its just a thing."