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Drum roll please…. No I'm kidding. Here it is folks. The sequel to Unexpected, I had written it a while back but yeah… here it is:

The world had dramatically changed since the Odessa, Texas explosion. It was not much compared to the death toll of the potential New York explosion. People from all over came and studied the blast site. Immediately after they discovered that there was no bomb, more like someone… who acted like a bomb. It was a confusing and hard to believe hypothesis, until they realized who it was.

Peter Petrelli had been captured upon regenerating. People all around figured out that there is more about some people than meets the eye. Primatech Paper Company, or not so much a paper company, decided to come out and confess to the world that… they weren't a paper company, but they did the job of handling the abnormalities. They helped handle Peter when the United States was still new to what to do with him. They announced that they would help all the special people, but what they omitted was the way they would help them. Extermination became the way to do with the ones with dangerous abilities. If their power was potentially harmful to others, they were going to be killed.

President Garrett along with an ally was the one behind that. His wife and daughter were both killed by Jack Richards, a man who had an ability. He was the second man added to the special prison with Peter Petrelli. Jack was considered a criminal along with Peter and that was what gave the abnormalities a bad name among citizens.

After the two had been captured, the forced that were used in the apprehension had been made the officials and they were used to take in any other special being. People who turned in these people were rewarded high honors and large sums of money. They were always on watch for abnormal behavior, as the government had brainwashed them to do. People could trust no one and they had to keep life threatening secrets. No one chose to have an ability, but they were severely punished if they did have one. No one was safe.

On the top of the most wanted list was Claire Bennet. She had publicly displayed her ability for an entire force of Haz-mat workers to see. Of course it was accidental but it was still a wrong move. She was taken by her father who ultimately hid her from the law, after she had a run in with Sylar.

Sylar escaped his capture at Primatech, he fled after he failed to take out Claire. Sylar made his way towards New York City but he decided that since the world was as messed as it was, that would not be the safe move. He instead headed to a small town in the mountains, to escape Primatech and the new teams and people. His name would surely be out now. Claire was last on his agenda.

Sylar

Blue Ridge Mountains

Sylar walked along a small path on the side of a mountain. It had been days, he hadn't eaten or showered and slept very little. He was not sure what he was going to do, he had nowhere to live and in order to get that, he needed money, which meant a job. But what would Sylar do for a living? He was good at fixing watches but that was not what he wanted. Sylar shook his head and the thought was gone. He was not returning to his little known life-style of his past self.

With his mind made up, Sylar grinned to himself. Who needed to settle down? Sylar sure was not the man who would go back to his old life. Something needed to be done, something important and notable. He would have to find some way to do that though, who knows what. Sylar turned down a side street and found himself at the entrance of an old graveyard.

Curious, he stepped farther inside and looked around. Maybe he should continue on his mission. Finding the special people and killing for their powers. How could he find them now though? People were all hiding and were extra careful now. The damned Texas explosion was to blame. The damned president, damn Primatech and the other companies and organizations that were against them, they all needed to be stopped. Sylar's eyes met the names on several gravestones; the dates on them were pretty old.

The yard was quiet and still. Almost eerily still and quiet. It had no gate, nor any flowers on any headstone. The weeds and plants had overgrown and covered almost everything. It was similar to an un-kept greenhouse. A small headstone caught Sylar's eyes as he moved swiftly through the yard. He kneeled near it and pulled some weeds from the grey concrete. It read:

Joseph Sylar

Born February 2nd, 1821

Died May 6th, 1887

Sylar backed away so fast, he almost fell over. He did fall over when he stopped. He landed in a pile of leaves and weeds. "Sylar." He breathed and his eyes darted to his watch "May 6th… oh my God…"

Footsteps crunched old leaves and tore down weeds. Sylar's eyes ripped from his watch baring the man's death-date and stopped on the figure of a teenage girl coming his way. She was not too tall, had brown hair, and piercing green eyes. Her attitude seemed tough and "Don't mess with me." The girl pushed her hair from her face and said "Who the hell are you?"

Sylar stared her in the eyes, he was amazed by her nerve and the way she spoke to him, Sylar. This was a smaller area so she probably knew everyone around here, he was a newcomer, of course she'd be wondering.

"My… my name is…" He spoke quickly but trailed off, he couldn't tell her his name so he stuck with: "Gabriel."

"Gabriel, that doesn't exactly answer my question." She smirked, "Whatever. Where are you from?"

Sylar ignored her question at first, he was focused on her age and her level of danger. She seemed to be eighteen, based off the first question it seemed she would ask his life-story. He was not prepared for the harassment considering his dilemma and identity.

"I'm from Texas." He replied with a grin and an added accent.

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that that's not true." She told him, tilting her head to size him up. "I'd say, New York City, you travel a lot and you are very determined to do something."

"How'd you…?" Sylar asked her, with his grin transforming into an evil grin.

"I can read people, but that'll never help me."

"I used to feel the same way about myself." Sylar muttered, feeling a connection with this girl. He pushed himself to his feet ad pulled several wet leaves from his legs and back. "You live here?"

"All my life." She replied bitterly, "You're lucky, you've gotten to go so many places. I've always wanted to leave, I'm graduating this year and then I'm out of here."

"I felt the same way." Sylar told her, engaging in the conversation even though he so desperately wanted to leave.

"Can you believe the things that have been going on?" The girl asked, leaning on a tree and watching Sylar sigh as the conversation continued.

"No but, it doesn't matter, as long as I can… well… I…" Sylar tripped over his words, almost falling over completely.

"Is that why you're here?" She now asked, her tone completely changing as she figured him out. "Are you like them?" She gave him a knowing smirk which gave Sylar a rush of nervousness.

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Peter Petrelli

Nevada Prison

Peter Petrelli stared at the white-washed concrete in front of him. He envisioned many things in the wall, himself standing on a rooftop, ready to fly. He also imagined the moment when he saved Claire, the cheerleader, then the explosion. His eyes were tired from the lack of blinking, they were busy witnessing the sights of his pre-explosion moments. The environment filled with the red-hot colors and the fire… he could feel the warmth of just before it. The wall erupted with the images he saw just before it.

Suddenly Peter jerked around, someone was outside his cell. He blinked, his eyes stinging as the door creaked open. A man entered and took him by the arm, leading him into the hall. He pushed back his hair from his eyes as they lead him towards a tall door. Peter was used to this, as they needed him daily for testing and such.

They turned the corner into a testing room where Peter was left on top of the silver table. All of the machines around him made low humming noises or gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Peter didn't look twice at anything, it was so familiar now. He was in this room so often that nothing was any surprise.

The door near him opened and Peter's head jerked to see who it was, but it wasn't who he was expecting. Dr. Mohinder Suresh appeared in the doorway.

"Mohinder?" Peter breathed, recognizing the man instantly.

"Peter Petrelli?" Mohinder said in response, surprised but not by much. "It's good to see you."

"Yeah, you too." Peter grinned, knowing he could trust Mohinder.

"It makes sense." Mohinder muttered to himself, "You absorbed all of those abilities. You're going to be quite interesting to study."

"Can you fix it… me?" Peter asked, feeling the first bit of hope he had in months. "Can I leave?"

"You can't leave." The man who had just entered said, Dr. Jefferson. "Peter, there is no cure for you."

"I'd beg to differ Doctor." Mohinder spoke up. "Peter could—"

"Even if there is a cure, it won't be found in his lifetime." Jefferson growled, "That is why we need to find a temporary solution… an extermination serum."

The doctor had the type of personality where he was convinced he was right all of the time. Even if he was utterly wrong, he would defend it. Peter wouldn't be surprised if the man told him that the Earth would turn into a pineapple five minutes ago, and defend it.

"Extermination!?" Peter blurted out. "You're going to kill us?"

"That's genocide," Mohinder began, but the doctor didn't let him finish.

"Genocide? As far as we know there aren't that many." Jefferson told them.

"There are thousands out there." Mohinder informed him, "This is not a solution."

"These orders come directly from the President, Mr. Suresh. If you don't like it, there's the door." The doctor pointed at the door with a grim expression, "These people are forms of evil, exploding Odessa, killing the President's family! They need to be taken care of."

Jefferson was so busy ranting that he never noticed the men standing at the door.

"Sir?" One spoke up, "We apprehended this man robbing a store with his ability."

"What did he do!?" Jefferson demanded, noticing the young man in between them.

"He sucked the light from the room." The officer replied. He motioned at the air around them.

"Bring him to cell three." The doctor waved him out of the room as if they were pests. He turned back to Mohinder, "Like I said Mr. Suresh, they're all trouble, now would you like to help with the serum, or will you be on your way?"

"Sir, I cannot contribute to the needless killing of these people." Mohinder insisted. He gave Peter a grim look. "We need to find a cure, not a temporary solution."

"Fine, then. Goodbye Mr. Suresh." Jefferson waved as if he just claimed victory. The guards returned for Peter.

"Goodbye Peter." Mohinder said, "And it's Doctor Suresh." And with that, Mohinder left, winking at Peter on his way out.

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Noah Bennet

Primatech Paper Co.

He stood in the doorway, tall, balding, and perfect. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a well put together business suit. He stepped into the dark room and flicked the lights on.

"What's my assignment?" He asked the man who entered on the opposite side.

"Bennet; a girl, Claire, she has an ability, the ability to heal. She is hiding from the force and since we know about her the most, you have been chosen to capture her." Thompson, the boss, told Mr. Bennet.

"Where is she?" Mr. Bennet now asked, having only the tiniest memories of her, from the news.

"We've tracked her so far but we lost her. Last place we saw, she was traveling with two others along the south coast. She could be anywhere from Georgia to Florida." Thompson looked at him expectantly.

"So… who is she with exactly?"

"A man and another boy her age, they are said to have abilities of their own, but she is top priority." Thompson gave him a file. "That could change though.

"This girl, her last name is Bennet." Noah pointed out, looking at Thompson.

"There are a lot of Bennet's out there." Thompson replied, his expression not changing.

Mr. Bennet removed a photo of a blonde girl and then read the bio.

Name: Claire Bennet

Age: 16

Gender: F

Code: 272416

Ability: Spontaneous Regeneration

Mr. Bennet closed the file and stood, "I'll get right on it." He nodded, and proceeded from the room.

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