An: So here is my first Heroes fanfiction which has been a long time coming actually. It's going to be a bit dark and it stars a character that has been shown mostly in the graphic novels, but she did appear on two episodes of Heroes as well as an Ooc, other characters from the show might be added. Oh well be nice this is my first fanfic that I've written for awhile, and constructive critism would be nice. Obviously I did take some artistic liscences. But really I do hope you enjoy the story and you'll be nice and read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Heroes. They are owned by Tim Kring.
People fear what they don't understand. Some one famous once said that not sure who. That was the reason for Primatech, to protect the normal people from us. The freak shows of society, they claim to want to save us when they capture us. But do they really, I've seen some of my own kind get dissected for their sick experiments. Some of the stuff they do to us is worse than anything you could see in the movies, it's probably a lot worse than how they treat animals. They treat us as some sort of sickness that needs to be eradicated; only the more useful ones of our kind are spared any real damage. If you're a telepath, or have any type of extra sensory perception, or even better you have a form of mind control or domination, you're special to them, if you're an illusionist even better. If you have any power that is stealth based you're good as well.
If you have a power like mine, you know a power that they can't control. Or a power that leaves too much of a mess, then they have a problem and they want to eradicate you; to wipe you out of their gene pool. You know I used to laugh when I read the Darwin Awards, you know the Darwin Awards, an honor named after evolutionary theorist Charles Darwin. The award is given to people who supposedly improve the human gene pool by accidentally killing or sterilizing themselves during a foolish or careless mistake. You know I was kind of thankful to these people after all I didn't want to catch their stupidity, and I sure as hell didn't want to be reproducing with anyone with this "stupid" gene. I regret ever thinking that, because it's thinking like that those people are using when they're dealing with people like me. People like me disturb this gene pool, guess we ruin their idea of their perfect person.
I have no idea how long I've been here, but I've seen the deaths of people like me in this place. In the room that I am in right now, where once there was over 50 people I am the last one, they took Winston Smith yesterday. He was nice to me, his power was more lethal than I would have believed; he had the odd ability to drain natural fluids from organic material. This process allowed him to turn any organic matter he touches into dust and, though they took extra care when handling him three people still ended up dusted. I can see why he wanted to die but I don't, I want to live again I want to be free again.
I can hear the doors to my cell opening and I see the men coming to me. It's my turn now and I don't want it to be. I'm too young to die. I'm only 16 years old people. I don't want to die there is just so much that I haven't yet discovered. There is just so much I haven't seen.
They are picking me up now and they are dragging me away now. I can feel the panic rising now, as I start to scream and shout. My voice doesn't even sound like my own now as I start to scream as they lead me away. I start to glow now, they lied to me my powers do work. I can free myself from them. Oh god no they're sticking that needle in my arm which renders me weak. Are they going to dissect me like they did the others? I don't want to be dissected. I never believed in a God, but if there is one out there please save me? Please SAVE ME.
I hear an explosion, and I feel them let go of me and I try and crawl away. Was that me? Another explosion rips through the building and I am blown back by the force. I feel the pain, my numerous bruises and cuts are alight with pain. I can't move because it hurts so much. Maybe I should just die now, just close my eyes and die. No one will miss me. I am nothing but a nobody anyway, but I still wish that I can live just so I can tell my story that I'm a survivor.
I suddenly feel the sudden coldness, and smell of pine cones. Am I dead? I flicker my opens open and I see what appears to be an angel pulling me from the rubble. The sunlight hurts my eyes as I look at her. Did she save me? Or is she taking me to my death? She's placing me somewhere and putting a blanket over me. Maybe she is an angel. But I can't look at her for long because the darkness caused by the drug and my pain has started to overwhelm and I am starting to fall asleep. Maybe I'll wake up and find that I've gone to heaven but I doubt it. I was never a religious person. If I'm lucky I'll be out of my misery and be free. But before that darkness overtakes me I smell the sweet smell of roses. And the poem my mother read to me before she was killed echoes through my head.
Perhaps you see roses blooming on dark deep wooden skin
From the same stalk that strikes lingering agony;
Now, life burst forth a blaze of serene red;
And rushes higher scattering brilliant light.
The crucifix no longer signifies the grave
The fragrance that rushes to greet you is the perfume of rebirth.
-Friederich Reinhardt
And with that I let the darkness envelop me and fall into a deep slumber.
An: And with that the prologue ends...and you start reviewing...please?