Disclaimer: I own nothing Heroes related.
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Someone's POV
Little did she know I was outside waiting for her.
Rylee's POV
I was just sitting on the couch on a dark, stormy night in my Victorian house in Washington watching my TV favorite show, Heroes. Then all the sudden I had this really weird feeling coursing through my body as I watched one of my favorite characters, Isaac Mendez, get the top of his head cut off by Sylar. It was a strange feeling that you're going to die. Do you know that one? I should hope you don't. I'll explain things, I have a power, like the characters in the show, to hear, taste, see, or smell anything. I don't even have to be around it to be able to use my senses. As I've learned, it's actually a pain. But at least I could turn it off. Actually, these days I don't use it at all. I've learned to never turn my powers on at all.
Anyway back to now – I sat through the rest of the program, not really paying attention anymore. I don't think it was that long though but I wouldn't really know. I kept trying to turn my super-senses on. Trying and trying like a fish on land trying to get back into the water. Trying, trying, trying. Always failing, every single time. Never once succeeding until...I tried thinking about my past and what triggered my senses then.
swirly flashback mist
"Rylee all you have to do is think about what you want and it will happen." My mother told me when I was ten years old.
"But how will it come true?" My ten year old self says, "If there's no such thing as magic or Santa Claus or anything?"
"Because you will go after whatever you want when you want it." She told me. "And besides that you're special." I heard my mother mutter to herself. She walked away before I could hear the rest of what she was saying.
end of flashback
I took my mother's words of wisdom, closed my eyes, tried my best to clear my mind, and thought hard about what I wanted. I wanted my senses to come back and suddenly I felt it. My eyes snapped open.
Suddenly I was well aware of the fog surrounding the air, suffocating me. I could hear the sound of breathing outside my house. I slightly wondered how long it had been there but didn't worry about it. Oh no, I was more worried about what I tasted and what I smelled. I inhaled only to smell the stench of blood and opened my mouth only to taste death in my mouth. It could only be one. And no other. It was Sylar. And he was coming for me.
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This was meant to be a one page short story for my English class but somehow it ended up as a fanfic. I just deleted some things and voila. Review and tell me if I should continue because if you don't I just might not.