Author's Note: Here's something different for all y'all. This is an alternate universe where some different people have abilities. I do not own NBC or Heroes, although I wish I did. I'm actually right in the middle of typing up Volume Two, so let's hope I can get to churning out more stories.
Addendum: Please make note that I wrote this about a year and a half again, so this might be a bit too cliché and really fast-paced. I've matured since then.
Volume One: Genesis
Episode One: Genesis
The moon revolved slowly through space in Earth's orbit, shining like a jewel from the sun's rays. It was a beautiful sight back on blue planet's black shadow. But back on the other side of the world, it was still daytime in Manila.
Our story first takes place in Manila, Philippines; an island nation in the Pacific Ocean. Though surrounded by sandy beaches and crystal-clear water, we focus on this office building. Inside is Gelo Chen, an ordinary office worker.
"How's our papers coming along?" Teresa Gonzaga asked politely, leaning against the office wall cubicle.
"It's coming," Gelo answered, mumbling, shuffling through papers.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it, Gel. I was really tired from our workload," Teresa told him.
"I know you were," Gelo smiled.
"Well, I got to get back to work," Teresa said before turning away.
"Wait," Gelo ordered. Teresa turned to face him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Can you please meet me after work? I need to talk with you," Gelo asked, looking intently at a paper.
"Um, sure. Should I dress special for this occasion?" she giggled.
"No, casual and work clothes is fine," he said, smiling.
"Okay," Teresa walked back to her cubicle.
Gelo inspected his paper more, his face contorting in horror as he finished reading. "How could she do this to me?" he whispered silently.
The television was flickering with color picture and white noise in the dingy shack. The door opened by a woman with her arms full of groceries. Her name is Irene Martin.
"Market was crazy out there!" Irene exclaimed as she plopped the bags onto the table.
"Of course it was," her lover, Brendan Lopez mumbled from the sofa.
"It's time to hit the hay. We have a big day tomorrow," Irene told him as she approached him. "Your flight to NYC is in a few hours. What do you want to do in our last night in Kingston?"
"Since when was this our last night? I like it here," Brendan argued.
"I'm tired of living a pauper's life here. There is absolutely no potential here," Irene replied as she helped him into bed. "Plus, what would you do without me if I leave by myself to New York?"
"Isn't that blackmail or something?" he asked, lying on the bed.
"You'll know when someone blackmailing you, sweetie," she answered, kissing him on the cheek. "I've gotta start packing."
"You do that. I'll just lay here."
"That's the only thing you can do," Irene muttered under her breath.
HONK!
"Sorry!" Tom Williamson apologized.
"You better be!" The taxi driver yelled as he sped off.
Tom was just walking to his low-wage job as a fruit stand vendor when he unknowingly (partly due to the hangover) stepped into on-coming traffic. At the same stand was his brother, Nick Williamson.
"Don't you die on me now, you little punk," Nick kidded with him.
"It sure seems much better than working with this fruit stand," Tom replied, shaking hands with him. "When are we gonna do something cool, you know?
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Be a doctor?"
"Nah, too bloody," Nick disagreed as he carried a box of fruits to the stand. "Come on and help me back here."
"Why don't you tell me what you want to do?" Tom asked, helping his older brother. "I told you what I wanna be."
"That was what you thought we should both do," Nick replied. "No more small talk. Get to work."
"You still didn't answer my question," Tom persisted as a man was browsing the fruit stand.
"Can I help you, sir?" Nick asked the man, ignoring Tom's question.
Tom rolled his eyes at his brother for not answering the question.
"Yeah, you can," the man said as he pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Nick's head.
"Don't do this, Val," Clint Annison told her. "This is a very bad idea."
"I don't think so," Valerie Yates disagreed, zipping up her backpack. "He loves me."
"Still, what if the guy's a pedophile or something?"
"There are no pedophiles in Montreal, Clint," Valerie said, heading towards the door.
"You don't know that!" Clint exclaimed, following her.
"Clint, I'm serious," Valerie told him as she stopped in the doorway. "I will be fine. We're just meeting in New York for the weekend, and I'll come straight back to Toronto."
Clint sighed at that.
"I promise," Valerie promised. "I'll be late for my flight if you're not done with your interrogation."
"I'm done," Clint submitted.
"Good."
"I'm coming with you."
Ashley Churchill strolled quietly through Central Park. It was 3:00 AM, and everyone was sound asleep. She pulled out a map from her backpack and studied it.
"It should be this way," she mumbled, putting the map back into the backpack. She grabbed her shovel and slowly approached her target; a 100-year-old oak tree.
"Take 10 paces backwards… then start digging…" she muttered, piercing the ground with the head of the shovel.
An owl hooted in the distance, spooking her. A squirrel scurried up a tree. Bushes rustled from the sudden gusts of wind.
"They're after me!" she exclaimed, dropping her shovel. "You won't get me!"
Ashley just started running. She had no notion of where to run. Just run. She bumped into a homeless man, making his way out of his den because of her commotion.
"Something wrong, sweetie?" the homeless man asked her.
"They're after me!" she yelled as the man grabbed her by the arms.
"Who's after you?"
"Them! Get out of here!"
"Honey, you ain't going nowhere," the man chuckled.
"Where are you taking me? Home?"
"Someplace better than that, sweetie," the man told her, dragging her to his den.
"No, no! You're one of them! Let me go!" she screamed before the man placed a napkin on her mouth, driving her unconscious.
"I love chloroform," the man said, slyly, dragging her into the den. He placed rocks around the outside, trapping her inside.
"I can't believe you are doing this again, Jafet," his sister, Natasha Mercieux sighed. "You promised me you'd stop these stupid meetings with on-line babes."
"This is fun, you've got to admit it," Jafet said, lying sprawled on the hotel bed. "This is a great city."
"I'm just nervous," she confessed. "I don't want anything bad to happen."
"Nothing ever does go wrong, you know that," Jafet told her. "Calm down. If anything goes wrong, we'll be back on the quickest train to Montreal."
"You promise?" she asked, shyly.
"Promise," he replied, shuffling through the bedsheets. You wanna watch some TV?"
"No, I'll just go to bed," she said, crawling into her bed. "G'night, Jaf."
"Good night, Nat."
"Beautiful, darling!" the photographer encouraged as he shot picture after picture.
Gabrielle Reyes finished her pose, then before the next frame, changed her pose and expression. She gave a few more poses before the director yelled, "Okay folks, that's a wrap!"
The entire room applauded with enthusiasm at this. One of the assistants gave Gabrielle a bathrobe, and she put it on.
"See you next week, Gabbi," the director said as he shook her hand good-bye.
"You too," Gabrielle smiled.
As soon as the director left, the photographer, Jordan Frye approached her.
"Gabbi?" Jordan said stupefied.
"I know," she giggled. "You only call me—"
"Gabbi, I know," Jordan smiled. "Were you okay with this whole…"
"Oh, I'm fine with it," Gabrielle assured him, walking behind a changing screen. "In modeling whether you like it or not, you have to model nude."
"I'm just not comfortable with other people staring at you nude."
"Typical," Gabrielle sighed.
"Well what do you wanna do now that the job was finally done?" Jordan asked.
"Anything but go back to your loft," Gabrielle told him. "Surprise me."
"Okay, um… meet me at the loft in 30 min—"
"Jordan…"
"No, we're not just going to watch the game and order take-out."
"Good. Then where are you taking me?"
"You told me to surprise you," Jordan winked.
The alarm clock beeped that monotonous beep over and over again at 5:00 AM. A hand reached from the bed and turned it off.
The man, Tyler Quinn yawned. He was getting sick of this deadbeat job as a nurse. But he knew the only way to become what he's always wanted to be was to start off small. That sure made him tick.
Tyler climbed out of bed, put on his scrubs, and freshened up. Why not try to look nice in one of the un-nicest jobs in the world? He grabbed his iPod, and off he went out the door.
He lived right next to Central Park, so he always strolled through especially during the winter months when all of the ducks were gone. Plus the hospital was on the other side, so that wasn't bad.
As he was approaching a big oak tree, he noticed a trail of rocks and dirt over the path.
"What the hell?" he whispered, crouching down and picking up a rock, inspecting it. "The Twilight Zone" theme song played on his iPod. "Ha, cute," he chuckled, shutting off his iPod and placing it in his pocket.
He was about to walk off when he thought he heard something. It sounded like a muffled scream. But from where? He walked off the path and it grew louder. It was at its loudest at a seemingly solid rock wall.
"Anybody in there?" Tyler shouted.
"Hello, and welcome to New York City. Please claim all luggage and have a nice trip," the intercom spoke.
Valerie and Clint walked into the airport terminal, grabbed their luggage, and exited the airport to the taxi lane. Valerie and Clint entered one. Val told the driver the address of a café. They drove off in silence.
"Are you going to say anything?" Valerie asked Clint.
Clint didn't respond, but rather looked at her for a glance then turned back and stared out the window.
"Did you just give me the cold shoulder?" Valerie asked bewildered. "Jeez, this will only be for today! Nothing is going to happen."
Clint still ignored her.
"Whatever. You're a jerk," Valerie sighed.
"Stop the cab," Clint ordered.
"Oh, is that what this is? You gonna bail on me now? Leave me alone in this huge—" Valerie argued.
"Shut up and pay the driver," Clint gritted through his teeth.
"Why, what is it?"
"Look out the window."
Valerie paid the driver and looked out the window.
"Oh my God!" Valerie shrieked. Outside the cab, two men at a fruit stand were being robbed at gunpoint.
Jordan and Gabrielle entered the café with the bell at the door ringing behind them. It was relatively empty except for a Canadian and Jamaican couple. Jordan helped Gabrielle into her seat.
"Ah, thank you," she thanked.
"You're very welcome," Jordan said.
"So what's good around here?" Gabbi asked him.
"Well we first can have a nice cup of coffee, maybe a nice bistro sandwich on the side," Jordan peered at Gabbi. "But for you of course, a sip of water and a cracker."
"Shut up," Gabbi giggled.
Brendan grunted from his seat at his table.
"Are you okay, honey?" Irene asked him.
"I'm fine," Brendan grunted, massaging his leg. "I just have to use the bathroom. Pardon me."
Brendan began to wheel himself to the restroom, grunting a little on his way there.
"Poor little guy," Jafet sighed.
"That's not very nice," Natasha scolded.
"No it isn't."
"Yes, it is," Natasha argued. "You are basically pity a man because he uses a wheelchair."
"Just because I feel sorry for him I should not like him?"
"I'm just saying. Like or dislike someone for who they are. Not for what they are," she lectured, sipping a cup of coffee.
"My apologies, madame Natasha for being sorude," Jafet joked.
"Thank you," Natasha thanked.
Meanwhile a few blocks away…
"Just drive!" Gelo yelled at the driver.
"Fine, fine!" he yelled back.
Gelo had no idea what he was doing. One minute he was with Teresa, the next, he was in New York, committing grand theft auto. Everything seemed like a blur.
He heard lights. See sounds. Things that were impossible. Like a vivid, real acid dream. In the next instant, he lost control. He thought someone was leaping onto the hood of the car. He panicked. He turned the steering wheel sharply. The car lost control, and sped right onto the sidewalk, right into a pedestrian-filled area. Right into a café.
CRASH!
"Oh, my God!" a woman screamed.
The screaming continued behind the rock wall. Tyler noticed several rocks were falling off.
"Is it caving in?" he thought. He rushed to the wall, taking it apart rock by rock. A man emerged from the rubble, and tackled Tyler to the ground.
"What the—" Tyler exclaimed before being punched in the face.
"Leave us alone," the man ordered before starting to run away.
"Hey!" Tyler yelled chasing after him.
The man was a good five lengths in front of Tyler. He could catch up, but he knew there was a woman left in the rubble. Tyler backed off and ran back to the woman.
He entered the cave and saw the woman. Her blouse was torn open, with bruises all over her chest. She appeared to have had a cut on her upper lip. Her arm was dislocated from its socket.
"Hello, my name is Tyler," he told the lady. "You were found here in this—"
The woman screamed in pain. "I know. They took me here."
"You mean there were two attackers?"
"The organization. They're after my theories. They penetrated the perimeter, but I stayed strong."
"Well it looks like you're hurt very badly. I'm gonna call a paramedic and they'll—"
"No! They'll find me!"
"Well I can't help you if you are unwilling," Tyler sighed. "What's your name?"
"Ashley."
"Ashley, can you tell me what happened?" Tyler asked, checking her pulse.
"They took me. I … stayed… strong…" she said, drifting away into unconsciousness.
"I'm gonna help you, Ashley," he told her. He lifted her from the ground and carried her outside. He checked her pulse again.
"No pulse," he whispered. He started CPR on her.
He kept at CPR for a few minutes, but nothing happened.
"Gimme all the money," the robber ordered.
"We don't have it you idiot," Nick insulted.
"What'd you say to me?!" the robber yelled.
"What are you deaf now?" Nick dug at again. "This is a fruit stand, not a bank. We don't even have enough money for a cup o' joe!"
"Nick, please," Tom pleaded. "Don't insult him."
"You better listen to him," the robber said. "Maybe I should teach one of yous a little lesson."
Clint exited from a nearby taxi.
"Hey you! Get your ass back in the car," the robber ordered.
"Let them go," Clint told him.
"Hey man, stay out of this," Tom said to him, worried.
"Clint, get back in the car!" Valerie yelled in the cab.
"No," Clint said.
He dove right at the robber. The robber was stunned and didn't know what to do. The two engaged in a fist fight. Nick joined in while Tom tried to break it off. Valerie exited the cab and stood on the sidelines, screaming for Clint to stop. Then—
BANG!
Author's Note:Sorry about the cliffhanger. Please read and review!