Chapter 3: Perfect Day

Spoilers: nothing's changed

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Hey this is a shout out for my friend Elly, without her, I wouldn't have gone on a ride that goes upside down. Also, kind of a shout out for all fellow year 11 Cothamites. Collective sarcasm is the best

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Peter was scared. Him and Gabriel were running towards the alley that was in the picture. They hadn't been able to teleport in; something had been blocking their powers. And that never ended well.

"There" they turned in to the darkened, deserted alley and their worst suspicions had been confirmed. Lying there, in a pool of blood was Ellie. It felt disconcerting, seeing a younger, darker version of Elle, lying dead.

"This is why I didn't want to come. This is why you shouldn't have promised anything" Gabriel's' monotone voice scared Peter more that what he was looking at.

"Do you even care? Your daughters dead! She was 15 and someone killed her. She looks so much like Elle, you must feel something"

"Don't tell me what to feel me..."

The sound of retching and coughing interrupted them. They spun around to see Ellie coughing up blood. She had somehow, mercifully, miraculously regenerated.

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Ellie really wasn't sure what happened. One minute she had blacked out, and then the next, she had woken up with a strange drowning sensation. As she retched and coughed the foul blood tasting and smelling liquid from out her throat, she became aware of the men standing near her. Ellie was slightly freaked out by that and how much bloody blood she was covered in. Eww, I smell like a slaughter house...

"Are you okay?" A kind voice was coming from the smaller of the two men. Ellie was understandably hesitant in talking

"I think I died" As soon as she said it, she knew she had. She scrambled to her feet and immediately slipped in the rather large puddle o' blood. I may not be graceful but I'm still prettier than most cadavers...Shush now brain, really not the time. "I did, didn't I? Please don't lie."

"You did. But your okay now and we will make sure your kept safe."

"How? And who are you people? For all I know, you're part of the European drugs cartel and are going to sell me to the highest bidder" At the blank stares she was receiving she felt the need to talk more "It's a legitimate fear you know. Teen prostitution is on the increase."

"That so...huh. You wanted to know who we are? My name's Peter Petrelli and this is my brother Gabriel Gray"

"Really, wow, I'm reasured. Question, just how are you going to protect me? Going to sweep me off in to the sunset, in to some underground bunker? And for that matter why do you even care?" It surprised Ellie when the voice that replied wasn't the empathically sweet voice of Peter. This voice was hard, and sometimes lappesed in to a strange innocence and this voice comforted her like nothing else could have.

"We care, Eleanor Virginia Caroline Bell, because...You're my daughter."

"Okay, what? And this time, please don't sound so Darth Vader"

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Ellie was freezing by the time Peter and Gabriel had finished talking. They told her she must have a power and she just grinned and asked to meet her mother.

"It would upset her Ellie."

"Gabriel, we promised..."

"No, you promised, I didn't want to come, remember." wow, really sensitive, yeah.

"Please. I just want to know where I came from. And if I do have a power, I need to know more about it, 'cause really, with my luck, I'll end up blowing up." Ellie noticed when she said things like that; Peter and Gabriel exchanged weird looks. Whatever. Ellie wanted to meet her mother to find out who she was. All her life she had felt out of sorts with the world, as if she was marching to the wrong beat. Her life reminded her of that Lou Reed song, the one with happy lyrics, but a tune that makes you want to kill yourself. Wow sometimes her brain annoyed her. "Look, just take me to see her once. If it upsets her and she freaks, I'll never ask anything again. I promise." Gabriel and Peter exchanged a silent look, and Ellie got an uncomfortable feeling that mind reading was happening.

"Okay, fine. We're... going to have to...teleport. Is that okay?" Ellie really couldn't think of a cooler way to travel

"Do you guys own a TARDIS? Cause if so, that's sweet as" Peter smiled in a bittersweet way and held out his hands.

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Elle was pacing in the front hall of the Petrelli mansion. Angela had called everybody she could think of. Claire was there, looking grim. Parkman, Suresh, Speedy, Nathan, the Ice queen, all of them looked as though Gabriel and Peter would come back toting a dead body. I really hope they're not....Elle just really needed to stop suspecting the worst.

Elle was still pacing 10 minutes later, when she heard the sound of the space/time continuum being disturbed. She spun around, and whatever joyous exclamation she was about to utter was choked on. There right in front of her was her daughter. And her daughter was covered in blood, her dark hair stuck together with the stuff.

"Aww your jaws have all dropped. Am I really that attractive?" Elle let out a scream as her smirking daughter sank to the floor, her hand glowing ominously

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Review please. Whatever you want to say, just bung it down

The title is the song Perfect day by Lou reed.