Elvira Lavonne, New York.
Silence. There was nothing to be heard, only to be seen. She gazed upon the buildings she called her home. But, the streets were desolate. There was no one. It gave her an eerie feeling. Something sparked out of the corner of her eye. She turned, only to be greeted with the roaring and noise of buildings being swept away. The blast was nearing her. She closed her eyes and whispered something into the wind.
She jolted up right. Was it just all a dream? Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around. Her apartment was dark. The clock chimed it to be three a.m. But, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run up her spine.
Closing her eyes, and laying back down, she let the dream slowly drift away. But, it wasn't the first time she had had that dream. This time it was just more clearer. More understandable. But, still very vague.
When she did wake up again, she heard her phone softly ringing. She pulled the covers off of her and slowly made her way over to it in the morning light. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hello. This is Mohinder Suresh. I am the son of Chandra Suresh, the genetic scientist." A males voice greeted her.
"Wait a minute, did you just say 'Chandra Suresh'?" She asked Mohinder. Her eyes drifted over to a book lying by her bedside.
"Yes, that's correct. Do you know him?" The male voice inquired.
"Not personally. I have his book, though." She answered him. She slipped into the small kitchen and opened up the cupboard, and took out a box of cereal.
"Then you know all about genetic mutations. Most out comes are…superpowers. Invisibility, Flight, Telepathy." He said.
"I guess so." She answered. She took out a bowl and shook some of the cereal into it, before placing the box back. "But, why did you call me? Not trying to sell me anything, I hope." After sniffing the milk, she deemed it safe and poured it into the bowl.
"No, of course not. I have reason to believe that you have genetic mutations." He explained to her.
She chuckled. "You think I have superpowers? Well, I have to say Mr. Suresh, you have the wrong number." She took the bowl and slid into the chair and placed the bowl on the table.
"This is Elvira Lavonne, Isn't it?"
Elvira stopped with the spoon halfway in her mouth. She sat it down and inquired, "How do you know my name?"
"My father uncovered a list. It has all of the people who have genetic mutations on it. Mrs. Lavonne…you're on it." Mohinder informed her.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Suresh, I don't think you have the right person. I don't have superpowers. I'm just your average everyday New Yorker." She was about to hang up when she remembered all of the 'incidents'. The one time when she knew that there was going to be a car accident a few weeks back. How she knew that there was going to be a major earthquake in Kansas a week ago. How she knew what the jackpot lottery numbers were and that a woman in Florida won it. She remembered how sometimes, she could see something coming before it happened. She thought they were all coincidences. Lucky guesses. What if they weren't?
"Mrs. Lavonne. Are you still there?" She heard Mohinder say, meekly.
"Yes. Yes, I am. Is there anyway to run tests…? See if you actually have…extraordinary powers?" She asked him. She looked down at her cereal and suddenly lost her appetite.
"Yes, yes there is. If you want, you can come over and I can run some tests." He said, enthusiastically. He quickly gave her his address.
"I'll be right over." She told him before hanging up. She didn't want to give herself time to change her mind. She quickly jumped into the shower and got ready. She threw on a teal blue tank top and a small dark grey cargo jacket, with a pair of blue jeans and some black pumas. Her medium length midnight black hair was combed and a then layer of mascara outlined her teal eyes. She quickly glossed her lips, for appearances sake.
She stepped outside and called for a taxi. One pulled up on the curb for her and she hopped in. She recited his address to the driver and they were off.
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Rosemary & Jakob Anderson, New York.
"Hurry up sweetie! It's time for school!" The mother called. She pulled her sons jacket off of the chair when he walked into the room and helped it on him. The six-year old looked up at her with a smile.
They made their way out the door. Rosemary went around the car and hopped in the drivers seat while the little boy got in the back. "Are you excited for school, again?" She asked him, enthusiastically.
"Yep!" The little boy replied. She had taken him out of school for a week since his father had just died last month. He was murdered. The police still haven't found the murderer. They sad, by the way her husband was killed, it was by a man named Sylar Gray. The top of her husband's head was cut off and his brain was taken.
Rosemary frowned, remembering the day she came home to his body. It looked like there had been a struggle, but in the end, Sylar had won. She pulled up in the elementary school parking lot and looked back at Jakob through the mirror.
She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off. "Daddy said not to be sad. He said when you're sad, he's sad." The little boy told her. He turned and opened the door and got out.
Rosemary furrowed her brow. What…? "Jakob!" She called, but he had already shut the door. He waved at her though the window before happily heading inside. She wanted to ask him how he knew that, but just pulled out and drove away to her work.
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Shane Campbell, Odessa TX.
"They're looking fine today, aren't they?" His friend elbowed him in the side as they gazed over at the cheerleaders, doing their routines.
"Do you ever think about something ever then girls?" Shane asked his friend. But, he still looked over at the cheerleaders. His eyes locked with the cheerleaders who name was Claire Bennet. They kept locked for a moment. They exchanged small smiles, before she looked away and continued on with her routine.
His friend acted like he was thinking, before replying, "No."
"God, Dylan, you're so pathetic." He joked.
"Alright. Whatever. I'll catch you later." He said. He stuck his fist out. Shane met his fist with his own before saying goodbye.
When no one was looking, Shane snuck behind the school building. He closes his eyes and concentrates. He can hear his bones cracking and shifting and him getting smaller. When he open's his eyes back up, he is about a foot and three inches tall. He flaps up his wings and takes off into the sky.
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Adeline Shepherd, New York City
The woman lazily moved along the sidewalk. She looked well bathed and clean, but her dull eyes gave away her amount of enthusiasm. Her hair blew into her face from the side, as a gust of wind tried to cheer her up. She didn't bother pull the hair away to clear up her vision. She liked it there. It hid her from the world. Made her invisible. No one gave her a second glance. They didn't care about anything but their own troubles. Why would they bother with her?
Her shoulders brushed against others. Sometimes, people shoved her with their shoulders, cruelly. Was she only a puppet? A doll to do tricks and entertain. To make other peoples day bright when her own were gray. Her arms hugged herself, protectively.
Her eyes were glued to the sidewalk. Never would they lift up to the sky. Never would they meet another's. She had no idea where she was going. She was a lost and wandering spirit that once glowed with a million stars.
It is true! You wouldn't know it by glancing at her. Maybe if you gazed into her eyes, you would grasp some sort of understanding. She had once been cheery and exciting. Once had spirit. One mind that once held happy thoughts now was full of blank despair. Of confusion. Of hope just out of reach.
She heard a honk that went on for a few seconds. She looked up, her eyes landing on the busy cars. An array of colors danced before her eyes. But, her eyes landed on a poster on the bus. 'Vote for Petrelli' it read in bold blue letters with his picture by it. He looked charming. But, very official.
The woman's type would be more spontaneous. Unpredictable. Someone who believed in dreams, not facts. If she even had a type at the moment.
She stopped and gazed at the bus till it passed on. She looked around a moment before pulling her hood over her small head and carrying on. She wanted to be invisible. She didn't want any attention. Anybody to recognize her. She didn't want anyone to care.
She rounded a corner where people thinned. She slowly carried on. Someone shoved her out of his way and she tripped to the ground. Her thin-rimmed glasses were tossed to the floor. She sat back on her feet and sighed. She leaned over and began feeling the ground, in a desperate search for sight, as people walked around her without a care. When she couldn't find them, she sat back up and felt like screaming. She couldn't see anything without her glasses.
"Are these yours?" She heard a voice. She looked up at the blurry figure standing above her.
"I…what?" She asked.
"These glasses. Are they yours?" The man asked again. The woman reached out in front of her and took the pair of glasses he was holding. She delicately placed them on the ridge of her nose as she looked up at her savior. He was handsome. Had a thin face, dark eyes, and night black hair that fell in front of his right eye. "Fit?" He asked her.
"Yes, they do. Thank you." She said, smiling.
"Anytime." He said. He gave her a smile with brilliant white teeth. "Peter." He greeted her.
"Adeline." She replied. He reached down and helped her up. "Adeline Shepherd."
"Well, glad I could help, Addie." He said, giving her a smile. He shook her hand, but pulled away quickly. "Your hands are on fire!"
"I know. I'm sorry." She said. Her hands always seemed to be very hot these days.
"No! Literally!" Adeline looked down at her hands, and, it was true. They were on fire. Adeline examined her hands. They didn't hurt at all. Someone stopped and looked at her hands, with blank surprise. Adeline quickly patter her hands down on her jacket, till the flames were out.
"You okay?!" He asked her.
"Yeah…I'm fine." She said, dazed. She examined her hands. There wasn't a burn on her. "Did…did you happen to see how they caught on fire?" She asked him.
"No-No. Are you sure you are alright?" He asked her.
"Yes! Yes…I'm fine." Addie stuffed her hands in her pockets. "It's nothing." Peter looked at her with a weird look, but slightly shook his head.
"Whatever you say." He replied.
"Yeah. Whatever." Adeline mumbled.
"Well, nice meeting you, Addie." He said in farewell.
"Nice meeting you too, Peter." She said. Peter walked away, and Adeline was left there to ponder her thoughts.
To Be Continued…