Hello! My name is A.C. and this is my first Heroes fanfiction! Whee! I'm so excited! (bounces around the room.)
Maybe I shouldn't do that. The fan in this room is pretty low. (sweatdrop)
Well, the only thing about this chapter I really need to say is that most of this is in Spanish. And it's probably not very good Spanish. I used a translator since I have no idea how to speak Spanish whatsoever, so the only problem could be the grammar. So, if you see italicized words in quotes, that's just Spanish. Italicized words that don't have quote marks around them are thoughts. Okay? Okay.
Start the ficcie!
ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Heroes. That is because AC is not Tim Kring. If she was Tim Kring, she would call herself TK instead of AC.
The small bazaar bustled in the bright sun of the Saturday afternoon. Children ran around in light, loose clothes. The mothers of the children called for them to return and when the naughty children refused to return, the mothers ran after them, threatening to tell their fathers about their badness. Street vendors cried out. "¡Pescados, pescados¡Pescados frescos y salados!" "¡Carne de vaca fresca¡Oferta, inclinación, carne de vaca jugosa!" "La fruta más dulce alrededor. Manzanas, mangos, naranjas. Tenemos limones y cales también."
A young woman with a knee-length pink dress, brown leather sandals, and caramel skin was at the stand where the vendor was shouting about necklaces from the stores in New York. The woman picked up a silver chain. On the end was a stone that had every color of the rainbow. The girl's eyes widened. "Tan hermoso" she whispered. She clutched the chain to her chest. "¿Decirme, qué es esta piedra?"
The vendor, a smooth-talking man from Mexico City, took the cigarette he had between his teeth and let out a slow, long pale cloud of smoke."Eso es un topaz mystical." The man took another drag and released it slowly."Solamente...collar que tengo con una de esas piedras. Va tan a costarte."
The girl's eyes lit up. She was done her grocery shopping and she had earned a lot more money than she normally did at work. She leaned foreward. A man stepped up next to her as she asked, "¿Cuánto?"
The vendor rubbed his chin. He looked at the girl, then down at the necklace. "La cosa es, joyería mítica del topaz es algunos de mis artículos más populares." The vendor rolled his hand in the air. "Aquél allí va a ser sobre...mmm...ciento y ochenta Pesos." The woman's smile quickly dissappeared. The vendor smiled like a lioness ready to strike the gazel. "Aungue, podría dejarlo estar libre si estás dispuesto a hacer algo para mí"
The man that had walked up next to the woman with the necklace mumbled something. It was something in a foreign language, but nothing that the vendor hadn't heard of before. The vendor turned to the man with a death light in his eyes. "What do you want, turista?"
The man, who had pale skin so he would have easily been labeled a turista by anyone walking down the street, smirked. He stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out a nice, dark, fancy leather wallet. The woman stared in shock as the white man pulled out a few hundred Pesos and laid them on the splintery wood of the stall. "Ciento y ochenta Pesos, just like you wanted."
The vendor gave the turista a heavy glare. He took the money and quickly checked the bills. A flash of disbelief crossed the vendor's face. He flipped through the bills again, just to be sure about what he had just counted. The vendor looked up at the white man, eyes full of hatred. "Thank you for your purchase" he said through gritted teeth.
The man nodded at the vendor. "Gracias por tales mercancías hermosas." The man walked away, stuffing the wallet back into his pocket. The girl watched as the man left. She shook her head once the shock left her. She needed to thank the turista. She ran after the white man.
"¡Excusarme!" the girl shouted. The white man stopped walking and turned back to her. The girl came to a stop. She was about to speak, but stopped. The man she was looking at was older than she had expected. He wasn't incredibly old, like some of the men in the tiny farm village, but old enough to have a family. No doubt he was some rich man from America. Maybe even a celebrity wanting to get away from the Hollywood town that the woman had heard so much about. But even with his age, he was still a very handsome man. His eyes were strong and had an intense light to them. His hair was covered by a large hat and he looked like he hadn't shaved in a while, so a shadow of a beard covered his chin.
"¿Sí?" the turista insisted.
The yound woman caught herself. She took a deep breath, then held out her hand. "My name is Luisa." The man looked at the young woman's delicate hand, then smiled. He took her hand. "My name is Adrian."
Luisa giggled. "Adrian is a chica's name."
"It can be a boy's name too." Luisa pushed some hair behind her ear. She held up the necklace. "Gracias for the necklace. I never would have bought it without tú"
Adrian shrugged. "I just didn't like the way that guy was speaking to you." Adrian turned and began to walk away. "Adiós Luisa."
Luisa froze for a moment. She ran up to Adrian and walked by his side. "Is there anything I can do to compensarte?"
Adrian shook his head. "No."
Luisa scowled. "Would you like to come to my casa para la cena?"
Adrian shook his head again. "No gracias."
Luisa was starting to get a little frustrated. "I have to pay you back!"
Adrian stopped walking. He turned to Luisa, his dark eyes giving her an intense stare. "You don't have to do anything. Especially not repay me."
Luisa stared at Adrian. Anyone could see that her hand was shaking, though. "Then I want to repay you." Luisa's look softened. "¿Por favor?"
Adrian sighed. He looked around. He placed a hand on Luisa's shoulder. He leaned in close. "If you are serious about repaying me, then I'll let you. But what you see you must not speak of in front of others."
Luisa's stomach twisted. As Adrian slipped Luisa a piece of paper, she began to wonder who this man really was. If what he wanted her to do was so secret, then he was a man of great importance. Or great power. Luisa decided it was the latter.
In Mexico
The house he walked into on the outskirts of nowhere was made of four rooms on the first level and two on the second. The house was rickety and looking like it was ready to fall down. It had been easy to buy from the old owners, which made him very happy and relieved.
The man took off his hat and threw it onto the ratty sofa that sat in front of the fourty-year-old television. The man stared at the room. He sighed. This was going to be hard to get used to. He just hoped that his letter would get back home and read by the right person before he died in this hell hole.
"Hello?" The man's head jerked to the stairs. "Hello?" His heart started to beat faster than lightning. He ran up the stairs, shaking the house as he did. The man heard shuffling in one of the upstairs rooms. He stopped and slowed himself down before opening the door. If he had just barged in there, the person would have completely reverted to the way they had been weeks ago.
The person in there was slight and pale. He was young and had dark, long hair. His eyes were large and fearful, but soon began to shrink and became relieved. "Nathan" he whispered. The man sighed and leaned against the bed he was curled against. A leg unraveled and laid itself flat. The young man smiled and laughed. "I was worried you were one of the bad people."
Nathan shook his head. "No. The bad people will never find us here." Nathan walked over and sat next to the other man. Quickly, the young man crawled and sat in Nathan's lap. The younger man started to pick at the shirt Nathan was wearing, looking at it with a innocent fascination. Nathan smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. His smiles never did these days.
Nathan rubbed the younger man's back. "Hey, Peter."
The younger man responded, "Yes Nathan?"
"There is going to be a girl coming by soon."
Peter stopped playing with Nathan's shirt. He slowly met Nathan's eyes. Nathan felt his heart wrench in a painful way. "Is...Is this girl bad Nathan?"
Nathan bit his tongue, sure that if he answered verbally, he would start crying. Instead, Nathan shook his head. Peter sighed and relaxed. He went back to playing with the extremely interesting shirt Nathan was wearing. Nathan held Peter close to him.
Yes. In my infinite pools of originality, I made Nathan's pseudonym Adrian. XD
Well...that was chapter one. I'm going to try to make this five chapters since I want it done by the start of season two. (I say that but it's not gonna happen.)