Sabre417: Hello and welcome to the first official chapter of Heroes X. I'd like to thank all of you who submitted characters and hopefully you'll be able to get a glimpse of yours in these chapters. Let's begin!

Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or the powers in this story. I own two of the characters in this chapter, the other are OC's from other subscribers.

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"We all want to feel special, that little spark in all of us that cries to be noticed. For some, it manifests itself as wonderful skills, athleticism, intelligence, speaking, acting, for others a much different spark burns..."

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New York, Jay Johnson

Jay Johnson was bored, his whole life seemed to be as plain as his appearance. He was nothing spectacular, in fact it would be hard to distinguish him from the thousands of others that walked New York's busy streets.

He was plain looking, average height, brown hair, brown eyes, and wearing a business suit. Even his job was boring, he was just an accountant, you never hear something spectacular coming from that. Yet, a part of him felt that he was different, that there was something special that he was supposed to do, and he clung to that part, using it to cope with his life.

He walked through the crowd, being jostled on all sides by different people, each a different story, each a different face. That was, until he passed in front of a small convenience store and quite literally bumped into his destiny. As he passed by the door, a girl rushed out with a bag full of items and they collided with a thud.

"Watch where you're going," shouted a female voice and he looked to see who he had knocked over. She appeared to be in her mid-teens, 15 or 16 if he could take a guess. She had a head of brown, wavy hair and a pair of blue eyes, which were covered with black eyeliner and seemed to know too much of the world. She was wearing a purple t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, both of which looked a little worn, but not too bad.

"I'm sorry," he said as he helped her to her feet and bent down to pick up the few small pieces of fruit that had fallen from her bag. He handed them back to her and she gave a slight thank you, before she hurried off. He went to walk forward again, but his foot hit off something and he looked down to see a small wallet.

He opened it, ignoring the little money inside and found a driver's license, the picture matching the girl he had just run into.

"Natalie Shepard," he read aloud, "Manhattan." Having just left work and having nothing better to do, he decided he would make the trip to return it.

Well, he figured, At least something happened today.

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Pennsylvania, Matt North

Deep in the woods it was quiet, the birds barely making any noise. Then a rumble began to get louder and finally two quads raced into view, one bright red, the other a dark green. They raced through the woods until they came to a small clearing and pulled two a halt, their two teenage riders getting off and removing there helmets.

The boy from the red quad was wearing a grey hooded jacket over a forest green shirt and a pair of brown cargo's. He removed his helmet, causing a mop of black hair to fall into his eyes. He pulled it back to show his eyes were green, with a tired look about them.

The other boy was slightly taller, with jet black hair that looked almost dyed and a pair of grey eyes that sparkled with curiousness. He was wearing a black military-style jacket over a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Before he could speak, a low ringing filled the area and he pulled a phone from his pocket and spoke into, arguing briefly with whoever was one the other end, before finally placing it away.

"Who was that Ken?" asked the first boy.

"Just my mom," he said, "She wants me home before it storms." Sure enough, when they looked at the sky, they saw storm clouds gathering above.

"Well I'm gonna ride a bit longer before I head in," said the other boy as he placed his helmet back on and started his quad, "See yah' Kenny."

"See yah' Matt," said Ken as he slipped onto his quad and took off back the direction they had come in.

Matt continued onward through the trails, winding through steep turns and over a few narrow bridges as he made his way to the top of a nearby mountain. By the time he reached the top, the clouds above had broken and rain began to pour buckets. He began to quickly race down as the winds picked up.

He had made it almost to the bottom when he came to a sudden turn, he turned the wheel, but the ground was slick with mud and the vehicle began to slide. He managed to stop from going over the edge, but as he went to straighten out the quad he felt it begin to tip and it rolled onto him, pinning him underneath...

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New York, Jay Johnson

Jay continued on his trip towards Manhattan, the wallet secure in his pocket. He was walking along the street, when he heard a cry of pain coming from beside him. He looked down a narrow alley to see a man standing over a huddled form on the ground, a pipe in his hand.

The man on the ground looked up at him and let out a wheezing cry. The thug looked at him, as if daring him to do something. Jay couldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help and so he moved down the alley, bringing his fist up slightly.

"You want some too," said the man and he clenched the pipe in both hands and swung it right at Jay's head...

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New Mexico, Stephanie Dawson

Slowly a tractor-trailer pulled to a stop in front of a small town. The passenger door opened and someone jumped out, muttering a quick thanks, before they slammed the door and the truck took off again. The figure began to move into town, the sunlight revealing them to be a female.

She looked to be in her late teens, with straight, black hair and brown eyes. Stephanie was wearing a tank top and a pair of blue jeans and a thin layer of dust clung to her boots. She made her way into town, stopping at the first convenience store she saw. She got enough food and water to fill the small bag she carried and began to make her way to the edge of town, intending to hitch another ride.

It was near there when the smell of smoke began to fill her nose. She looked to her right to see a column of black smoke rising a few streets over at most. She took of her bag and stashed it in a tree, before she ran toward the smoke.

After cutting through about three yards she finally came to a two-story house, orange and red flames illuminating it better than the sun. Hearing sirens in the distance she rushed inside, busting through the flame-weakened door and began to search the first floor of the house, ignoring the smoke that filled it like water.

Finding no one she moved to the next floor calling out for anyone who might be up there. She strained to hear in the inferno and finally heard a voice screaming. She moved toward it, ignoring the flames around her and finally found the cries to be coming from behind a closed door.

She struggled with the lock but the door wouldn't budge, finally she stepped back and kicked the door, busting through the weakened door and finding a small girl huddled on the floor, looking to be near unconscious from the heat. Now that she was near the side, she could hear the siren from a fire-truck outside and she ripped open the window and yelled to one of them. As they rushed over the sound of splintering wood filled her ears and as soon as one was close enough she through the girl out the window towards them.

One of the fireman managed a lucky catch and turned to see the girl in the window. Before he could yell a burst of flames shot out the window, incinerating any nearby siding. Then the sound of cracking wood filled the air and the house collapsed into a burning pile of rubble and debris.

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Pennsylvania, Matt North

Matt lay in the mud, rain pouring around him and soaking him to the bone. This was not his worst problem though, that would be the thousand-pound quad that was pinning his waist and legs to the ground. Strangely, he felt no pain and that was what worried him the most.

He knew his only hope would be to lift the quad enough that he could slide out, but even that seemed ridiculous with the angle at which he was stuck. He could think of nothing better to do in the situation and as panic began to set in he struggled to get a grip on the wet bars. He finally managed to get a grip and gave a weak push...causing the quad to lift up a few centimeters. The shock of this caused him to drop it again and he sunk slightly deeper into the mud.

He grabbed the bars again and pushed with all his strength. Surprisingly the quad actually lifted off him and he held it there like a barbell. He shifted to the side and dropped quad on the ground before he slowly got up. From what he could tell he had not been hurt at all and he looked at his hands, unable to believe what he had just done.

He felt the rain running over the mud on his clothes and he realized how long he had been there and what time it must be. He saw his quad lying on its side next to him, the red plastic visible only through a few patches, and he shrugged his shoulders before grabbing the bars again and lifting. It took a moment and then he lifted the quad up to its normal position and, checking to make sure it still worked, he hopped on and began to drive home, wondering about what he had just done and wondering how many weight-lifters would be ticked off if they found out what he could do.

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New York, Jay Johnson

Jay closed his eyes and threw up his hands as the man swung the pipe at him. He waited several seconds, but he still didn't feel anything and he opened his eyes to see why.

The man was standing in front of him, but he held the pipe a few inches away from his face. Odd thing was, the man appeared to still be pushing, his muscles were tightened and sweat was beginning to form on his head, but it was as if some kind of barrier was holding him back. He wrenched the pipe back and swung it again, this time bringing it around like a bat. Jay threw one of his hands forward and the man suddenly flew backwards, smacking into a pile of trash cans and lying there unconscious.

"Did I do that?" asked Jay as he looked at his hands. A moment later though, he remembered the man and turned to see if he was okay. However, no one was there, the man must have run away during the commotion.

Jay then remembered the wallet he had and decided he would finish returning it and then see if he could figure out just what he had done.

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New Mexico, Stephanie Dawson

Fireman and volunteers searched through the smoldering rubble, trying to find some trace of the girl who had vanished in the flames. They had begun to dig since the fire had been put out, but still not a trace of her had been found and things were not looking good. It seemed the whole town had shown up to see what had happened.

Several houses away though, was the only person in the town not at the scene. They grabbed a hose that was hanging off the side of a house and began to spray themself, large pools of black, filthy water coming off. The figure was covered in dirt and ash, but as the water washed it off, slightly tan and undamaged skin became visible.

Stephanie waited until she had managed to wash the last traces of ash and debris off herself, before she looked at several burned and ragged holes that had been worn in her clothes. As she made her way back to her bag, she closed her eyes slightly and the water began to steam off her skin in a thick cloud.

She grabbed her bag and slipped into a nearby toolshed, emerging a few moments later wearing a fresh change of clothes. She slipped the bag over her shoulder and walked into the approaching darkness, watching for the headlights that would hopefully supply her next ride.

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End of Chapter

Phew...that was harder to write than I thought. Tell me what you think of the story. This is my first Heroes fic so please Read and Review...No Flaming however.