Author's note: some reminders, I don't own Heroes or any of the characters (other than the ones I create) this is my second story ever written in a while. Read and review please… good or bad. : oh yeah Phinn is pronounced Fin. Like a fish fin. Its short for Phinneaus (fin-e-us).remember his power of seeing when blind is kind of like daredevils (the movie) shadow world. Except he can see color. But very lightly.

Chapter 1:

Her blonde hair swayed as she walked towards her new assignment. High heeled shoes sent sound waves

through the empty hall. A small grin crept onto the girls face, she was happy her father had let her back

on an assignment after what happened with the Bennets. After chasing down Sylar, her father saw a sort

of initiative in her. Her arms tightened around the manila folder which she did some early reading on.

Male, 24 years old, ex-marine, light brown hair, blue eyes, he sounded cute. A new little toy, Elles small

grin turned into a full on smile. Her smile was quickly washed away after thinking about what happened

with peter after her emotions got the best of her. I was weak; she thought in her head, I won't let it happen

again. She remembered the first time her father talked about Mr. Pierson, how his wife and child were

killed in a car accident. It broke him down, made him weak, and made him want the company to find him.

The company had kept their eye on him after Iraq, when Mr. Pierson found agents in his home things

went a little crazy. He ended up killing both agents single handedly. His family was on the run from then

on. On the way from Los Angeles to Nevada, His wife Lori and son Jack were in a car accident along

with Mr. Pierson...Phinn Pierson. He walked away with a gash in his side. When they brought him back

to the facility, they would study him did eye tests and hearing tests and sensory tests to find out how

much he could do. The Haitian was called in a couple of times to take memories of him escaping, taking

him back to when he first got to the company a year ago. Elle rounded the corner to find her father, his

dark rimmed glasses encircling his blue eyes. "Elle, right on time", bob spoke. Elle looked at her father,

she kept thinking of what Mr. Bennet said about how "daddy" was the one conducting experiments on her

as a child. She remembered when Mohinder had said she saved a life…instead of taking one. "hey

daddy." Somehow at that moment, it was like that word, "daddy" couldn't relate to bob anymore. Elle

shook it off, no need to get emotional over something like that. "Elle, meet Phinn Pierson, your new

assignment." He pointed to the double glass window, Phinn sat in the middle near the Haitian who was

laying down some tools on the table beside him. Phinns' now long beard and shaggy hair covered most of

his face. "Hello Grizzly Adams," Elle spoke in a sarcastic tone. "You know what to do Elle, make sure he

does as he's told and see if he'll sign the contract with us. He'd make a very good agent for the

company." Bob gave his daughter a stern look, "will do" Elle replied walking towards the cell door. "Oh

and Elle, try not to kill him." Elle gave him a grin, "I'll try" her playful voice sounded. The Haitian

opened the door for her and let her walk in. Phinns' head shot up, his powers were still down with the

Haitian still in the room. Fortunately the Haitian left closing the door behind him, Phinn heard Elles'

heels on the floor. Still nothing, he couldn't see like before. He breathed in smelling her scent. "Who are

you?" his voice was low and smooth, fluent even though he had a sort of accent. He sniffed the air again,

"jasmine…" he whispered. "What?" Elle said picking up a pair of scissors off the table. "Nothing…who

are you?" He heard as she got closer her breathing was louder; her heart beat at a slow pace. "My name is

Elle. I'll be looking over you while you're here." She got closer looking at his eyes; they were dead like a

fish's eye. She put the scissors closer to his face, his hand shot up grabbing her wrist. "What are you

doing…Elle?" The scare made her drop the scissors, sound waves echoed in the room. He saw the

position of his bed, the sink, toilet, and Elle. He saw her blue eyes looking a him in shock, her blonde hair

coming over her shoulders. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Elle gave him a little shock; he jerked his

head away and gave a little yelp. "Told ya, now I'm gonna take this whole grizzly Adams look away and

you better behave or I'll shock you again." She bent over to get the scissors, "I understand ma'am."