2: Preparations

Geelong

Jack walked slowly back to his home, the sky beginning to darken. He was about 5 foot 10, and had short brown hair, which he often gelled so it would stand on end. He was hardly ever seen without his leather jacket, which he had been given for his 15th birthday. He was still 15, being fairly younger than most of his friends. He was well built as well, which had come as quite a shock to his friends and family, for he had always been rather skinny. Jack sighed as he watched a street lamp flicker and die out, darkening the path ahead of him for another 200 metres. He clenched his fist and watched as it was set on fire, the heat from it making him feel more comfortable in the cool winter night. Well, what Jack lacked in age, he made up for in talent. A few months ago, he could suddenly create fire, mould it and use it how he wanted to. He didn't use it much, but when he did, he used it with excellent control. His other power, was enhanced stamina, which meant he could keep going for longer periods of time than his friends, and his added stamina matched his persistent personality. He continued to walk, and as soon as he reached the comfort of the next lamp, he stopped the flame, hoping no-one had seen him. He reached his house in another ten minutes, and walked through the front door and to his room, beginning to pack…

Outside Kyoto, 17th Century

Hiro appeared in front of the larger group of samurai, wielding his sword with some apparent skill, which he hadn't had before. Hiro had managed to kill five of the enemy, before Takezo and his men came and joined the fray. Hiro was teleporting from enemy to enemy, cutting them down without hesitation, knowing that if he did, he might lose his life. Takezo managed to be fighting next to Hiro, expertly wielding his katana, slaying men left, right and centre. "You've done well Hiro, now let us finished off these stragglers." Kensei suggested, knowing that this battle was over. Hiro nodded, cutting down one more samurai. He then teleported away, watching the fight conclude. Takezo's men hadn't suffered one loss of life yet, and the opposing group had only three men left. Hiro sighed. He didn't approve of killing, but when his life depended on it, he would not hesitate. After the last man was defeated Kenji Nakamura walked up to Hiro. "You did well, you have some skill with a sword, I see," Kenji began. Hiro looked at him. "But?" Hiro asked. Kenji grinned. "Your skill could be improved, maybe you should stay with us for a while, and hone your skills." Kenji proposed. Hiro smiled, he liked that idea, and besides, he could stay here as long as he wanted and he could still teleport back to the current time. "That'd be great. Thanks, Kenji san." Hiro answered. Takezo walked over. "Takezo sama, would it be alright if Hiro stayed with us to train?" Kenji asked. Takezo smiled. "It would be my honour, if he would." Takezo answered. The group of samurai began to head home, but Hiro did not yet know where that was…

Unknown Location…

Hunter looked anxiously at the screen, as if subject to would absorb his three extra powers in the next minute or so. Rowan walked in. "Hunter, you must learn to be patient, we can't have you rushing into any stupid situations, if you can't eliminate other people with powers, then our plans will fail, you must understand." Rowan said, annoyed that Hunter had no patience of any kind. Hunter sighed. "I'm not patient, because I am eager to do what I was designed to, become the only person with powers." Hunter growled. Rowan walked off. Not the only one, subject two has the same purpose…Rowan thought…

Tokyo

Nathan was walking with Future Hiro along an old road that lead to an abandoned warehouse. "Do not worry Nathan, the warehouse will provide us with shelter." Future Hiro said nonchalantly. Nathan moaned. "Better than a cardboard box, I suppose," Nathan began. He was the president of the United States after all, "But everyone will be wondering where I am, they might even think that I am dead, and let me tell you Hiro, I do not like being thought of as dead." Nathan added. Hiro sighed. "You may be a hero, but you still need to learn patience." Hiro retorted. Nathan rolled his eyes. He may have been friends with Hiro, but he couldn't stand his idealistic talk about being a hero. The odd pair kept walking, until they reached the warehouse. They entered, unsure of what they would find, only going by what Hiro had said…

New York

The figure sighed, looking at the filth around him. He was barely alive, knowing that if he couldn't get help soon, his life would draw to a premature close. He managed to stand, and began to make his way through the New York sewers. He found a manhole, and dragged himself out of it. This was when fate lent the man a hand, as an Ambulance drove past, returning from a false alarm. The driver saw the man lying on the ground and drove the ambulance over to him. The paramedics leapt out, rushing over to the man. "Get a stretcher, he needs help fast." a paramedic ordered inspecting the mans wounds. The paramedic gasped. This man had been stabbed through the heart. The stretcher came and they carried him into the back of the ambulance. Two of the paramedics immediately began to tend to his terrible wounds as the driver gunned the engine and they rushed to the hospital. In the back of the ambulance, the two paramedics looked at the heart wound and saw that it was infected. "What on earth happened to this guy." One of the paramedics murmured. The other paramedic shrugged as the man opened his eyes. The paramedic looked at him. "Can you tell us your name?" he asked. The man croaked once, then coughed, clearing his throat. "They call me Sylar." He whispered, losing consciousness…

Geelong

Joseph reached his home as night fell, a little disappointed that he had elected to not go to Japan with his friends. He sighed as he watched his parents at one of their cars, trying to jumpstart it. Is father waved at him. "Joseph, we're having problems getting the car to start, go inside, tea's on the table." His father greeted. Joseph nodded. Before he went inside he stopped. "Hey mum, do you reckon I could go to Japan still?" he yelled. His mother sighed. "Why did you decided to change your mind now? Well, I suppose we could send you separately and then you could meet up with the others, I'll ring your Japanese teach after dinner." His mother replied. Joseph smiled, his friends would get a nice surprise in Japan. He walked inside, his long, curly black hair brushing against the top of the doorframe. Next to Jake, he was the second tallest of the gang, but unlike Jake, he wasn't that well built, he was tall and lanky. He sat down at the table and began to eat. He quickly finished and watched as his parents walked inside with frowns on their faces. "I'll have a go." Joseph said, taking his dishes to the sink. His father sighed, "I doubt you'll get it to start." He sighed. Joseph shrugged and walked outside. He started the other car, and looked around to make sure no-one was watching him. Joseph left the jumper leads on the ground, after taking them off the two cars. He placed one hand on the engine, and one hand on the battery. He grinned, as sparks raced along his arms and into the engine and battery, breathing life into the car. It's engine started as Joseph kept grinning, taking his hands away from the car and picking up the jumper leads. Electricity still made an aura around his hands, but he quickly cancelled it. He smiled, because by sending a charge into the engine, the performance of the car would pick up. His parents rushed outside as they heard the two engines running. "How?" his parents said in unison. Joseph shrugged. "I guess you two weren't doing something correctly, and I must have done it all right." Joseph said walking to his room. His parents sighed, annoyed that their sixteen year old son had done what they had not…

Tokyo

Claude swore loudly as he watched two strangers walk into the warehouse he called home. Hiro and Nathan jumped as they saw Claude. Claude frowned. "What are you lot doin' here this is my warehouse!" Claude yelled. Nathan sighed and stepped forward. "My name his Nathan Petrelli and this is Hiro Nakamura, we need shelter for a little while, maybe you could be so kind as to let us stay for a while." Nathan said, his political persuasiveness helping. Claude stopped as he heard Nathan say his full name. "Hold your horses mate, you said your name was Nathan Petrelli… you don't happen to have a brother named Peter by any chance do ya?" The Englishman asked. Nathan looked shocked, as did Hiro. Nathan nodded, after the initial shock was over. "Yes I do, how do you know him?" Nathan answered. "Has the kid gone and blown himself up yet?" Claude asked. Nathan nodded. "Just yesterday, but New York is safe, I flew him above the city where he exploded and I was saved by Hiro." Nathan explained. Claude gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, so you're the flying brother he told me about." Claude commented. "You can stay for now, just don't take any of my things, I'm stingy." Claude added. "I can see." Nathan said. Hiro smiled, "thank you, what is your name?" Hiro asked. "Claude, the invisible man." Claude answered, turning invisible…

Geelong

Jack flopped onto his bed as he finished packing, excited about going to Japan. It would be a great experience, but he was disappointed that Joseph didn't want to go. Jack sighed, shrugging and turning his light off, ready to sleep…