Yay! First Heroes Fanfic. I'm taking requests now. This is both OC and fs (which is a style I haven't considered before).

Quick Background from the OC part: My main characters are Rachel, Charlotte, Aaron, and Jacob Harpole. They are all siblings of ages 12, 17, 8, and 2. Rachel has Precognition/Personal Insight (seeing the future; knows things about people) expressed through words, phrases, and riddles. Charlotte can speak to anyone and anything, even people who speak another language, animals, and even inanimate objects. Aaron controls/bends light, and Jacob can build anything from anything. Their mother could communicate with the dead, and she was killed by Sylar and now they are on the run. They think Jacob is dead, Aaron was kidnapped by Sylar. Charlotte goes to Union Wells High (which is also where Claire goes). Rachel never talks to anyone; Aaron can't stand the dark. No slash.

From the fs part: Many minor things have been changed. Peter thinks of Nathan and flies even before Claude trained him, although he can't do it again. Instead of Jackie dying and him thinking he failed, he saw Claire's body after she jumped off the roof. Isaac does not die! He is my favorite character and I refuse to write his death. :3 IsaacXSimone coupling...Simone probably doesn't die either. ;) There will probably be other things in the future but this is what it is now.

Originally, Rachel's writing was put in a special font (as well as the introduction to where the characters are; just like in the series! I'm so proud I thought of that).

CHAPTER ONE: NOT HOW IT WORKS

Rachel and Charlotte Harpole, Union Wells High School, Odessa Texas, 2006

I clutched her body close to mine as we pelted down the hall. I knew I could go much faster on my own, but I would never abandon my sister. I didn't even turn around when I heard the shouts behind me. I just coaxed her forward ever the more, trying to get her to run faster. But she had never been the athletic one.

Jacob had been missing for over a week now. I had begun to gradually accept the fact that he was probably dead. We had gotten separated from Aaron just a few minutes ago, but we couldn't afford to go back. I didn't even turn around when I heard shouts. Then I felt breath on my neck, hot and rank, and couldn't help but think this is it. This is the end. I knew there was nothing I could do to help Rachel. If I get out of this, I thought, there was no way I'd ever become a parent. I ran toward the locker rooms of the school; there was a chance I could get away. But at the sight of blood pooling all over the floor, I paused for a moment, but it was too late. My feet slid out from under me, and the world went black.

I awoke to darkness. Well, not really. There was a dim—and I mean dim—light hanging above my head. I seemed to be inside a janitors' closet, and I could see the outlines of things, and almost as soon as I opened my eyes, I sat up quickly and made to scream. Before I could, though, a hand clamped over my mouth. I sat completely still when I felt hot breath on my ear. I braced myself for a sharp head pain, but none came. Instead, a voice did, one that made me relax.

"I'm going to let go of you now, but I need to know you won't scream," he instructed, and I shook my head fervently. He let go, and I gasped for breath. I spun around to look at him. He had shoulder-length curly hair, and he had black, dried, what looked like paint (at least I hoped it was) on his hands. Sitting on the floor, staring at the wall, was Rachel. I made to move toward her, but in one quick movement, she swiped a ring of keys off the cart sitting next to her. I gasped when I realized what she was trying to do. With one swift, unpreventable motion, she gashed it across her wrist.

"Rachel!" I shrieked, running over to her and trying to staunch the flow of blood with my shirt. "What were you thinking? You could-" I stopped myself when I saw her eyes. They were pure white, the beautiful sea green missing from them. I took a step back.

"Hey—what? You're not going to help her?" The man tried to step forward, but I held him back.

"Wait." I stopped him. "Let her work." He watched with a blank expression that, to my confusion, turned to a look of understanding as my little sister dipped her fingers into the blood pooling on the ground and went to work on the wall, making strokes in an intricate design. When she stepped back from the wall, I could hear the breath catch in the man's throat. I guess she had improvised from her latter pad and pencil—or maybe she just wanted to stress the severity of the situation. For on the wall, written crookedly in blood, were the words, "Sylar has stolen the sun. If the light goes out within the sun, then the light will go out everywhere."

"The sun?" The man asked in astonishment. "What is that supposed to mean?" I looked at him in bewilderment.

"So you don't question, or even seem to care about who this Sylar is?" I asked him. He just shook his head.

"I already know much more than I would have wanted," he confessed.

"I think she's talking about Aaron," I breathed, gingerly touching the wall, ignoring his last comment. "You mean Aaron, right?" I asked, turning towards Rachel. Her eyes had gone back to normal now, and she merely shrugged. "You've got to know something!"I shouted, throwing my hands up into the air in exasperation. "You were the one who wrote it!" She shook her head. She took the ring of keys from they floor, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to cut herself again. But she began carving letters into the floor. 'That's not how it works,' it read. I sighed.

"Why can't she just answer you?" The man asked.

"Stay out of this!" I shouted, then shut my mouth quickly when I heard a clang from outside. The man quickly pressed a finger to his lips.

"You don't know what you've just done," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I brought you here so he wouldn't find you! Now you've killed me as well," I whirled around to check on my sister. She was rocking back and forth on the floor, staring at nothing. The man looked at me curiously. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"You wouldn't understand," I whispered. He folded his arms across his chest.

"Try me." I guess I owed it to him, considering he'd just risked his life to save ours. And, of course, we were about to have our heads cut off.

So I started from the beginning.

And that's where it began.

Sorry, I know it was short. I will try to write more later! I'm going to try for a chapter every other day. So I'll have one up the day after tomorrow. I've already written the first five chapters and I want to feed in one at a time.

Also, for anyone who's interested, I'm doing requests now. I don't just do Heroes fanfic, but that's what I'm on now. I can do others. I'll do anything except smut and slash. That's just not my style. ;)