Chapter 2

Murdered!

Previously, people all over started to find out that they had special powers, however, not everyone knows what their power really is, or how to control them. Mohinder Suresh, a geneticist from India, had just gotten an urgent call from New York.

Mohinder Suresh- India

"What do you mean he was murdered?" Mohinder asked urgently into the phone. He wasn't always very close to his father, but he was now impressed how much his father had actually taught him, how to speak English included.

"We don't know all of the details yet," a woman's voice said on the other side. "But don't worry; we've got everyone we can get on the case. I'm very sorry to ask this, but we will have to have you come to New York to officially identify the body."

Mohinder held the tears back as he said he would fly to New York the next day. This would be the last time he would even think about crying over his father's death. He started packing his bags immediately, not exactly knowing how long he would be in America, or if he would ever come back to India.

The next day Mohinder boarded his plane, he wasn't riding first-class, or anything close to that because of his financial situations. I really hope those Americans pay for this, he thought as the plane lifted off the ground. While flying, he tried to keep his mind of how high he actually was, Mohinder hated heights, and flying this plane was torture.

Ashley Starr- Out West, 1899

Tears started to form in Ashley's eyes and she started to break down. Here she was in 1899, and there was no way to get back home. It wasn't long before she got that light-headed feeling again, and she passed out.

"Miss Starr, Miss Starr, are you all right?" a far away voice said. Ashley slowly opened her eyes, everything was very blurry, but she could still make out the face of her agent. She was in a hospital bed, with lots of flowers on the table next to her, and the curtains wide open to let in the sun.

"What year is it?" she asked. She spoke slowly, still not sure where or when she was. She tried to sit up, when a shocking pain coursed through her, and she immediately lay back down.

Her agent looked perplexed and said, "Why, it's 2006, why do you even ask?" Ashley let out a sigh of relief and then went back to sleep, with thousands of fans waiting right outside the room.

Jeff Rookers- Washington D.C.

Jeff stood standing, watching his wife slam the door behind her. A little boy holding a stuffed animal entered the foyer where Jeff was and asked, "Where is mommy going?" The boy was no more than four, and Jeff walked over and picked him up.

"She'll be back," Jeff said, though not convinced himself that she would be back for good. "Why don't you go watch TV until she comes back and I'll make you a snack." He put the little boy, Timmy, down and went into the kitchen.

Jeff, trying to keep his mind of Julia, got out the peanut butter, jelly, and bread to make some sandwiches. He was just putting the finishing touches on, when he dropped the knife he had been using, and it stuck right into his foot.

Blood started to emerge from the gash from his foot. Jeff grabbed the knife and yanked out of his foot, screaming as he did so. Timmy came running in yelling franticly, "Daddy, Daddy, what happened?"

Jeff turned around and smiled through gritted teeth and said, "Nothing, nothing, just go back and watch your cartoons. Timmy ran off and Jeff went down to take off his sock when he noticed there was no wound anymore, just a hole in his sock. Was I just imagining it? he thought to himself.

Mohinder Suresh- New York City, New York

Once the plane landed, Mohinder was one of the first ones to exit. He wanted his feet to touch solid ground again. When he walked through the very busy and bustling airport, he found a police officer holding a sign the said his name. Mohinder walked up to this man and got into the police car with him.

While driving through the packed streets of New York, the police officer started asking Mohinder questions about his father, such as, what his father was and what exactly was he researching. Mohinder, not being very close to his father, only knew the basics.

They drove for about another half-hour, until they drove right past the police station. "Um, I think that was our stop," Mohinder said, hesitantly.

"We're not going there," the police officer said. "We've got better things for you."

"What are you talking about?" Mohinder asked quickly.

"Oh, you'll find out," the fake police officer said. Mohinder didn't want to take the chance. He shoved the driver's head against the window, knocking him out cold. The car swerved with nobody at the controls, and Mohinder knew he had no way to control it. He opened the passenger the door and jumped out, just as the car smashed into a semi. I blew up in flames, and Mohinder breathed a sigh of relief. Who was that? he asked himself.

Jenna Sparks- New York City, New York

Jenna, after going through the evidence over and over again, decided to call it a day. Just as she was about to leave the precinct, a tall with wavy brown hair and who needed a shave walked in. "Hey Rick, glad you can finally make it," Jenna said sarcastically.

"Ha, Ha, really funny," Jake said back. "So, what do we got on our hands here?" he asked her.

Jenna frowned before answering. It wasn't just because fifty people were murdered; she just hated having to work a case with other people. "Well, we've got more than a serial killer on our hands; there were over fifty reported deaths." Rick's reaction was the same as her's when she found out about it. His mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide. "Come on," she said. "We'll take a bus to the hotel and I'll tell you everything on the way."

Luckily, the bus was right on schedule, and Jenna and Rick didn't have to wait long to catch it. They sat all the way in the back, trying to get as much privacy as they could on a crowded bus in New York. "Well, I don't know much," Jenna started. "Pretty much all there is that all of these people were shot in the mouth, and then had their heads shaved off. There is no pattern, the people don't have any similarities, and I'm sure he's going to strike again!"

Rick listened intently, though he seemed just as lost as she was. He was just about to say something when the bus turned sharply and everyone was thrown to the side. "What the hell," Rick cursed. Everyone seemed okay, except the bus driver. No, he wasn't hurt, but a look of fear stretched across his face. He was trying to turn the steering wheel and hit the brakes, but nothing was working. It was at that moment that a man dressed all in black with a hood who had been sitting on the bus, smashed the window and jumped out.

People began to panic and scream, a huge skyscraper lay just ahead.

Mohinder Suresh- New York City, New York

Mohinder didn't have time to think about what was going on, a speeding bus just barely dodged him, the semi, and the burning police cruiser. Mohinder really needed to get somewhere safe, and he started back toward the police station.

Once there, Mohinder was led by a police officer into a dark room, with one light shining over a naked dead body on and autopsy table. Its head was shaved clean, and an old man was leaning over it, examining the face. "Another one?" the police officer asked.

"Sadly, yes," the coroner replied. He went over to a sink, took off his gloves and washed his hands and said, "This must be Mr. Suresh." He dried off his hands and put out one to shake hands. "Nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Col."

"Nice to meet you to," Mohinder said, shaking Dr. Col's hand. Dr. Col led Mohinder over to an over-sized dresser and pulled out one of the drawers. A corpse with a white blanket covering it was lying there, and Dr. Col pulled the cloth back.

Mohinder felt a pang of sorrow, but did not cry, as he saw his father there. "Yes, that is my father," he said. Dr. Col just nodded his head and he recovered the body and pushed the drawer back in.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Col said, softly. Mohinder shook his head as to say, "it's not your fault" and the police officer led him back to the front lobby.

"If you don't have any place to stay," the police officer said. "I'm pretty sure you dad's apartment is still free, unless that would be too hard on you."

"No, no," Mohinder said, slowly. "That would be the best place." The police officer got the number of the apartment and got Mohinder a taxi to get him there.

Vince Cochran- Miami, Florida

"Brittany, Brittany, you'll never believe this!" Vince ran to catch up with his girlfriend. It was before school on a nice, warm, morning. Brittany turned around and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"What are you so excited about?" she asked with a smile.

"You'll never believe me," he said quickly and excitedly. "Yesterday, when I lay down in bed, I fell right through, can you believe it?"

Brittany frowned and pulled Vince over to the side of the building which was dark and dirty, probably to reason nobody went over there. "What are you doing, Vince?" she hissed at him. He looked at her questioningly. "Why are you making up these weird stories? You're the star quarterback of the football team and now you're going to make up these stories to try and get even more attention? You're to most popular kid in the school, so stop acting like such a freak!"

Vince looked hurt and said slowly, "I'm not making any of this up, and if you're not going to believe me, I don't think we should be together anymore. You're the one that said a relationship is built on trust." He stormed off. Brittany called out his name, but he ignored her.

Ashley Starr- Los Angeles, California

Ashley woke with a start, hoping, praying that she was still in Los Angles, 2006. She got up out of bed, her head hurting the whole way. She opened the door to find her agent walking toward her room. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Miss Star, Miss Star, you are all right!" he shouted. That little bit of noise made her head pound, and she felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Please, speak quieter," she whispered. She slowly walked forward, down the long hallway of her expensive mansion. Her agent ran over to help her walk down.

"We need to get you something to eat," he said to her. "You've been sleeping for two whole days!" Ashley looked surprised at this news.

"Two days!" she said.

"Oh, yes," he agent replied. "We were really starting to get worried about you. And why did you want to know the year?" Ashley was quiet as she was led down into the kitchen. Her life had taken a turn for the worse.

Jenna Sparks- New York City, New York

The bus went speeding down the street, the bus driver having no control whatsoever. People were screaming their heads off, babies were crying as their mothers tried to calm them down. Jenna and Rick tried to get the window open, but there was no chance, all the time their bus getting closer and closer to the skyscraper.

Outside the bus, people were jumping out of the way, and cars were swerving out of the way. Finally, Jenna got her window open. She grabbed Rick, and jumped out just as the bus crashed into the building.

People all over the street stared in shock, but not all at the skyscraper. Everyone was looking up at the sky, a woman flying holding an unconscious man. One of these people was the man in black.

Jenna looked around, her heart stopping a beat. She was really flying! It was unbelievable that something like this could actually happen. All of a sudden, shots were fired at her out of nowhere, and she flew off to avoid the bullets.

Author's Note: Sorry for the update! I hope you really enjoyed this chapter and will read chapters to come. Please, please review!