Prologue 02:

"…Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth."

Bob Dylan – All Along the Watchtower

Odessa, Texas, November 12th 2010:

The room was big: It was an office but it looked more like a library with furniture hiding the walls, filled with books, containing all sorts of subjects but still, it was a place for business for a enterprise which had many names but only one was real and obscure: the Company. A group of twelve men and women who were special and ad the ambition to change the word for the best but soon it all went downhill with divisions inside the Company and the Company itself became a battlefield for power. Ultimately one side won, the other lost. On the winning side, there she was, Angela Petrelli: losing wasn't part of Angela Petrelli's ways and clear she had to do anything to guarantee her success: She had earn right to command to sit in that chair, to lead the Company and there she was at that fine room, working to make sure she would always win. Suddenly, she heard two knocks at the door.

"Come in." - The door opened, revealing the visit that was more than expected: Curtis Knox.

"Your assistant told me I could come in." – They shook hands and the host showed Curtis the couch for him to sit.

"Please, have a seat, Mr. Knox." – Cordially, she waited for Curtis to sit before she too sat.

"I've seen the news: The Registration Act has been approved by the Congress." – Curtis waited for her reaction but strangely she didn't replied and he continued. - "From now on, anyone with a special ability is required to communicate it to the authorities…"

Angela interrupted him, finally letting her bitterness out. - "And then what Mr. Knox? Hide them, lock them and throw away the key? Might as well, start a manhunt on global scale."

He raised an eyebrow in a clear sign of surprise. - "C'mon Angela, what did you expect from the latest terrorist attack the Freedom Fighters pull off last week? It was always a matter of time."

"That's why they shouldn't have ever announced our existence." – Angela replied promptly.

"Why?"

"Think about it Curtis. Mind readers, super-strength, fliers, you name them, what do you expect from the people's minds? Joy? Acceptance? A nice clap on the back saying welcome?" – Angela got up more than upset with the roll of events.

"What did you want to do? Blow up New York City hoping the future would be far better than this? Create a virus?" – Curtis Knox insisted with his point of view, knowing the plans the Company had previously.

"I'm here because I was hoping you could give me an answer." - Angela bitterness shifted to a mist of concern and hope. – "The U.S Government along with LuthorCorp has been developing a special project: an Artificial Intelligence especially designed for apprehend or even kill every single person with abilities. They called it SkyNet. It is still experimental but it will be a matter of time before they have it completely established."

"Mrs. Petrelli, looking at the Company's files you carefully gave me access to, I've realized that ultimately, there's no escape. The human race will perish in a matter of weeks, months, a few years, best case scenario."

Curtis's answer surprised Angela in many ways, clearly not expecting that kind of response. – "I don't pay you to come with such idiotic conclusion…I have expected more from you."

"It doesn't matter." – Curtis interrupted Angela. - "Money is irrelevant. Your plan was always meant to fail."– Curtis declared numbly causing Angela to react from Curtis' apparent mock.

"How dare you to talk like that?…"

"Such arrogance…You humans…Soon it all will change. The registration Act, the persecutions, it will all be a distant echo of the past. I'll make sure of it."

Angela looked at Curtis oddly. - "Why are you talking like that? That's not the Curtis Knox I know."

"That's because I'm not Curtis Knox." – Suddenly the individual in front of her, began transforming into someone else. The transformation scared Angela Petrelli who stepped back, frightened.

"Who are you?"

"I'm what you fear the most." – She tried to escape but it was already too late: she had been caught.

"There's too much confusion… on your mind. Allow me to make it easier for you." – Suddenly his right hand liquefied, transforming into a sharp knife which quickly pierced Angela's head, killing her instantly. Angela's body fell and slowly, the Curtis's alias went to the computer which had the base of all their work including the database it wanted.

Viewing all data from the database, there was one name which brought his attention. – "Peter Petrelli."

To be continued…