Chapter One.
Peter
Peter Petrelli was in a trance, painting. When he was finished, he blinked, and took a good look at the picture. It was of a girl in a pair of net shorts and a tank top. She was holding a tennis racket in one hand, and a bottle of water in the other. Peter's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Who was she? He had never seen her before. What could this possibly mean?
"Her name is Amber, and you need to protect her." Someone said from behind him.
Peter spun around, to see himself standing there.
"What do you want?" Peter demanded.
"I've come from the to change it. Amber is an empath, like us, and people will find out about her, and use her for evil. You need to protect her, and keep her safe."
"Why me?" Peter asked.
"With your powers, you're the only person that can protect her. well, you and Sylar. But Sylar wouldn't protect her. He'd kill her for her power, and that wouldn't be good either."
"Where is she?" Peter asked.
"She lives in a small town, here in New York. Moravia. You must hurry."
"I have to stay there, and protect her? Can't I just bring her back here to protect her?" Peter asked.
"No, she must stay there, no one can get suspicious, or they will move sooner than they should. Train her to use the powers she collects. She needs to be prepared. Take this money, you'll need it."
Future Perer handed him rolls of hundred dollar bills. Peter looked at him.
"Where did you get this? Why do I need all of this?" Peter asked.
"Don't worry about where I got it. Use it for an apartment and food. Go now, and don't let anything happen to her."
With that, future Peter disappeared.
Peter looked down at the multiple rolls of hundreds. He sighed, and teleported to Moravia. He looked around. He was on the main drag of the town. He began walking, and checking everything out. He finally came to the high school. She was more than likely inside. He went inside. There was no one around. To his right, was the main office, to his left was a small auditorium. He opened the door, it was empty. He shut the door, and started walking again. He came to a cross roads. He could go to the left, the right, or straight. He went straight. He came to a set of double doors, on his left and a stairwell on his right. The double doors led to a gym. He went upstairs. In front of him was another set of double doors led to a gym. He went upstairs. In front of him was another set of double doors. It was the library. He didn't find anyone there. Where was everyone? Someone had to be around. He went to his right. A row of lockers. He wondered if one was Amber's. He suddenly heard someone coming up the stair well that was in front of him. It was actually two people. Two girls. They were talking, and didn't notice him at first. When they did notice him, they looked at him. They didn't speak to him, just about him, to each other. Maybe they knew where Amber was. Hopefully one of them did, so he wouldn't have to do tedious searching. He walked over to the two girls.
"Excuse me, but do either of you know Amber?" Peter asked.
They looked at him.
The taller blonde, of the two, spoke first.
"Do you know her last name?"
"No, I just met her, she just told me that she goes here, and that she plays tennis." Peter siad.
The shorter blonde gave a laugh. Peter looked at her. The tall blonde elbowed her.
"You want to see Amber Sterrett? Why?" The short blonde asked.
"I need to talk to her. Do you know where I can find her at?" Peter asked.
"She's at tennis practice." The tall blonde said.
"And where would that be?" Peter asked.
"At the Elementary school." The short blonde said.
"We could give you a ride over there if you want." The tall blonde said.
"I'm sure that I can find it myself." Peter said.
"Oh come on, it wouldn't be an inconvience. I had to go over there anyways." The tall blonde said.
"Fine. let's go." Peter said.
"Follow me." The tall girl said.
"So, what's your name?" The short girl asked.
"Peter."
"I'm Ali, and this is Shelly." The short girl said.
Peter gave a nod.
They exited out of the building, into a parking lot. Shelly led him to her car. He sat in the front, and Ali sat behind him. It took all of five minutes to get to the tennis courts.
"Are you going to go and talk to her?" Ali asked.
"I'll wait. I don't want to interupt her." Peter said.
"I think that the practice should be ending soon. I think it goes from 3:30 until 5:30. It's 5:15 now." Shelly said.
Peter nodded.
About fifteen minutes later, the coach released everyone. Amber was one of the first to exit the courts. Peter walked over to her.
"Amber, hi, I'm Peter, can I talk to you, please?" Peter asked.