Volume Three: Villians
The savagery of the scene was unbearable to watch. Only moments before had he
been giving a speech. And now, he was dying on the floor.
"Good afternoon. Most of you have no idea who I am. My name is Nathan Petrelli and I was elected to congress in the state of New York. Seems like a long time ago. I lost my position, I lost my brother, and I lost my family. I'm sad to say that I lost my way. But while I was gone I've had the chance to see the world through newly humbled eyes, witnessed amazing things, seen ordinary people among us trying their best each day to be heroes. These ordinary people, like you, like me, are capable of extraordinary things. You have no idea how extraordinary. But there are other people; organizations who don't want you to know the truth. I myself kept secrets. But last year, something incredible happened to me and it changed my life. At first, I was afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore. I'm here to tell you the truth," he took a brief pause, turning to look at his brother as if wondering whether this was the right thing to do, "I have the ability to-,"
At that moment however, two gunshots could be heard from the back of the auditorium. Two bloodstains could be seen growing on Nathan's shirt as he fell backwards. His brother, Peter caught him as Matt Parkman searched for the assassin.
"Nathan…Stay alive Nathan," said Peter, unable to turn the current events, "Nathan the world needs you…"
"Goodbye Pete," said Nathan and his eyes shut.
All around them, chaos erupted. People were running everywhere, giving the killer ample time to get away, unfortunately for Peter and Matt.
Earlier that day…
"Noah, you know what you have to do. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can get out about this organization," said Bob to Noah, clearly frantic about the situation.
"Bob, your asking me to kill Claire's father. I can't do that," said Noah, furious that he was being told what to do by the Company again.
"Noah, if you don't do this, you can forget your family's lives. We have our secretive ways of ending them." said Bob, now also growing furious, "Think of your little Claire-bear, hanging dead with her little cheerleader outfit on."
"Fine, I'll do it. But if you go anywhere near Claire, I swear I'll blow your brains away, and maybe feed them to Sylar as a treat. And the maybe little Elle too." Replied Noah coldly.