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Heroes: Emergence of Humanity
Episode 3: Boundless

Chandra Suresh
Brooklyn, New York

We are constrained only by the limit of our imagination. The mind can be a playground for those inspired few. Or it can be a prison that is all encompassing. Through trials and tribulations, prisoners of the mind can become free, but first they must realize that they are trapped.

Alexander
Waters outside of Perth

The inner hull of the ship was warmer now that they had made it from the cold waters around the Antarctic to the western waters outside of Australia. The stale recycled air was starting to bother Alex after a week on this ship. He new that Reena was most likely on one of the upper decks in a room with a warm bed, but since he was considered dead, he did not have that luxury. He opened a can of cold spaghetti-o-s and reached in his boot to pull out his spoon, now warmed by the heat of his body. He noticed a rat slowly creeping up to him seeing if it could get some food.

"Otva'li," he said the rat making a shooing motion with his hand continuing in Russian, "Nyet, this is my food. Go get your own from the kitchens."

The rat tried to get closer to the can, Alex picked it up and turned away, "Po'shyol 'na hui, mu'dak," he seethed as he ate the cold food as he felt the ship slowly being turned and the light scraping of metal on metal as it glanced the dock lightly. The echoes of ropes being latched and having it towed into a lock for maintenance meant that they had reached Australia, just in time thought the Russian. The ticket pick up expires soon, he thought looking at his watch chewing some of the precooked rough dough of the spaghetti.

The rat saw its opportunity and ran up to the can and dunked its head in for a drink and skewered several spaghetti-o-s on its teeth before starting to run away. Alex looked at the can in disgust and threw it in the bag he had for garbage breathing softly, "'suka," glaring as the animal ran away between a crevice created by cargo crates. He gathered his bag and all the clothing he had taken with him and crept quietly up the stairs. He doubt there would be anyone on the lower levels, seeing as this was a return trip the crew would be making way for docking. He walked the lower levels till he got to the stern of the ship to the same balcony and porthole he had squeezed himself through in the middle of the night a week ago. There was already a large rope affixed to the stern mooring it in the lock, unfortunately it was too far away for Alexander to grab a hold of so he dived the ten feet into the water.

The splash alerted everyone on board who quickly rang the single for man overboard, the crew ran to the stern to spot who had fallen off. The crew looked at each other as they collected to the stern, seeing that anyone that should be top side was and none of them were in the water so it had to be a worker from the docks. They started to lower the tender in hopes of getting to the man in time, but the dock workers had already thrown him a live preserver and a rope to guide him to the lock ladder.

Alex swam and the started to climb up the ladder to get the top as the dock workers were waiting for him. He threw over his bag, thankful it was water proof so all his items were dry, the clothes on him though weighed him down tremendously. He tried to stand up as a group of people gathered around him. Derr'mo thought Alex, this is not what I need, I should have thought this out a bit more. A person put a blanket around his shoulders, turned to them.

"Had a bit of trouble staying on the dock, mate?" asked a long bearded man with wrinkles around his eyes and jean overalls with a green rain slicker to protect from the oceans' spray.

"Da…er…yes," he said trying not to slip back into his native tongue.

"Alright you lot, clear out," commanded a person with a yellow rain slicker on and a badge pinned to his coat, "I said clear out."

The group moved away slowly, even the man that had given Alex a blanket. The Russian offered it back but the man refused saying he, Alex, needed some warmth. Alex thought the water was fairly warm but he stifled a sigh and kept the blanket, mopping up his hair. The official approached him.

"What in god's name were you doing there," he said pointing to the water, "catching a mid-day swim for fun?"

"I'm sorry if I did something wrong," apologized Alex, his accent making the official's eyes shift from the incoming boat to Alex.

"Do you work on the docks here?" he asked, seeing the backpack that Alex had at his feet.

The investigative eyes of the official made Alex look down to his feet, trying to hide his bag behind his feet, "err…Maybe?" he replied.

"I'm going to have to take you into the port authority," said the Australian official, "stowaways and illegal immigrants is something we look down upon here, mate. I'm going to have to ask you to turn around."

Alex complied and turned around thinking to himself as he was cuffed with old metal hand cuffs. I need more time to make a plan, he thought as the official picked up his bag and took him by the shoulder, "I…need to go to…bathroom."

"Alright," said the official, "but I'll be in there with you so you can't escape."

The walked over to one of the buildings that lined the dock. As they got inside, Alex was thinking the whole entire time on what he was going to do. The officer opened the door and pushed him dropping his bag at the sinks, the officer checked all the stalls for occupants, they were alone. He pushed Alex to the middle stall and closed the door; Alex sat down and was just thinking. He needed to escape the cuffs he thought, as he touched them with his finger tips. The metal started to grow cold and Alex became fearful, hoping another episode like a week ago was about to happen. The links of the cuff became brittle and hard, snapping apart to form two bracelets on his wrists.

Alex looked in amazement at his hands. They were bright blue and glowing, the air around them condensing into a liquid vapor and then almost like a snow. There was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up in there," ordered the guard.

Alex rebuked himself, you will have enough time to get know this ability later he thought. A plan final came to mind, though it was not one he was keen on…but he needed to escape.

"Officer," he pleaded through the door, "you need to get these cuffs off of me…I can not reach."

The officer came to the stall door and opened it; Alex grabbed the man by his jacket and pulled him into the stall. Alex pinned him to the toilet in a sitting position, one hand on his mouth, the other on his right hand which had reached for a weapon of some kind. Alex forced that to the back wall, freezing the hand the back pipe of the toilet. The official's eyes screamed out in pain as his lips were now frozen shut.

Alexander leaned back and put a finger to his lips making the motion for the guard to be quite. He started to reach with his left hand to this holster and Alex wrestled him to get a hold of it and forced it to the wall of the stall freezing it on the plastic molding. The guards eyes where fearful with a tear dripping from the corners of each, he leaned forward trying to force himself free. Alex pushed him back, putting his fingers on his lips again, the guard's lips and teeth frozen together, unable to make a noise. There was a sound as the door to the bathroom opened and another man walked in. Alex quietly waited as the new man took a stall to the side of where the Russian and officer were.

"Mate, you got a roll to spare," asked the other stall, quietly Alex took his roll and handed it under the stall partition, "Thanks, you're a life saver."

Alex grimaced as he walked out of the stall leaving the officer; he picked up his bag and took out a knitted cap and new jacket so people from the dock may not recognize him on first glance. He opened the door to leave as he heard a loud thump like a bag of potatoes hitting the floor. He looked back and saw a bleeding stump that was connected to a yellow rain slicker, blood pouring out of it onto the floor.

"'tckyo zu ga 'lima?" swore Alex his first instincts making him walk forward to help the officer; the guy in the other stall yelled and stumbled to open the door of his stall causing Alex to panic and run out of the lavatory, "B'lyad," sighed Alex as he walked slowly away from the scene, his bag slung on his shoulder and a tear coming out his eye that froze on his cheek. He walked to the street and hailed a cab to take him to the airport, the whole time he stole quick glances into the driver's review mirror asking himself one question. What have you become Sasha?

James
Los Angles, California

James woke up with a stir. The darkness that was hazed by the pollution and light that filled the Los Angles skyline caused his eyes to blink several times as he tried to gather about his surroundings. He was in a car, his SUV from the looks of it, with the keys in the ignition. He yawned and turned them, causing the engine to rumble to life and the lights to turn on. The headlights illuminated the sign that proclaimed the name of the construction company he worked for. Must have had a late night at work with the boss, he thought. He popped the automatic into reverse and backed out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

Should I be driving, he thought as he rolled down the windows to get a cool breeze to keep him awake. There was a vibration against his legs; he fished into his pocket trying to maintain the car from swerving on the road. It was his cell phone in his pocket, hit flipped it open.

"Hello," he said.

"Where are you?" the voice belonged to his wife, "I almost called the cops!"

"Relax, Lizzie," replied James, "I'm on the highway getting back home from the office, I must have fallen asleep at work."

"I've called your office for the past day," she said, "I even went down to the work site, no knew where you were."

"Wait…I was gone for a day?" he said as he took the exit to get to the suburbs where his house was.

"Don't…don't you remember?" she asked with concern.

James thought hard about the past day but could not remember anything. He couldn't even remember getting in his car, "Liz, we'll talk about this when I get home, okay?"

"Okay," she said a stern ending as she hung up the phone.

James sighed as he concentrated on the drive home. His internal monologue continued as his eyes gazed at the lines in the road and how they blended together. What happened, he asked himself his mind trying to focus and find out what had happened to him. An oncoming light caught his attention. Idiot, seethed James as he looked up to his left at the oncoming traffic lane, turn your Brights down. The opposing driver did not have the ability to read minds and kept on their way with the bright halogen lights used for night visibility on, but the damage was already done.

Without realizing it, James had turned the wheel slightly to the left as he looked up, the wheels stated to orient themselves as he started to leave his lane of traffic for the guard rail. The change of surroundings caught James' attention as a car in his left blind spot honked the horn in warning. He turned to the right immediately, spinning the stirring wheel hand over hand, over compensating too much and hurtling into the right lane. In and instant, James' dark green SUV smashed into the rear driver's side of a red sedan. The red sedan spun around, horizontal within the traffic lines as James' SUV flipped onto its side sliding across another lane of traffic, sparks trailing after it.

It started to slow just as a second sedan that swerved to avoid the primary collision hit the SUV, crushing in the roof and the sedan flipping over. The roof of the sedan now lay on the driver's side of James' SUV; he shook his head and looked around his car. He was alive, pinned to the seat because of his seatbelt and the airbag had been deployed but in the rush of the accident he barely felt a thing. He reached forward, a pain ripped through his chest causing him to swear; he worked through the pain and turned the engine off to prevent any fires. He reached down and unbuckled himself, gravity forcing him to fall to the passenger side.

There was a brief shine of light from where the sedan had hit the roof of the SUV. James crawled over broken glass and pebbles of asphalt to get to it. The whole was big enough to crawl through, but he had to avoid the bottom jagged metal shard. He removed himself from the wreck, his foot kicking at the roof of his car as he flipped onto his back and laughed. A light was shined into his face, a figure standing over him. There was no sound, just a ringing in James' ear, the face of the officer leaned down with a fresh drizzle starting to silhouette his vision. The officer's lips were moving as he waved his hands over to an unseen person. James leaned up a little and grabbed the officer's collar to pull him close to talk.

"I need to call my wife," he said hoarsely, the words scratching his throat and his chest aching, the officer turned back to James and nodded as he waved someone over again; James' eyes focused on the officer's hand and he tilted his head back, his eyes closing with the light drizzle on his face as he disappeared into darkness.

Hana
Military base outside of Kibbutz Shakar

Straightening the dress suit she wore and the military identification card hanging from her left lapel, Hana walked into the interrogation room again. She looked at the mirrored wall behind her and pressed the button for the intercom. She once again told them remove all audio recording from the room and send in Mr. Aswan.

"You will be seeing Mr. Halebi first," said the Colonel over the intercom, "we do not wish to expose the detainees to radioactive poisoning. Very humanitarian, do you not think so, Dr. Gitelman?"

"I wanted to follow my laid out schedule," said Hana, "but I will accept these…humanitarian…efforts you have put through."

"Thank you, Doctor," replied the Colonel as he buzzed the security door as Mr. Halebi was escorted out; there were lights projected from the floor and ceiling making the room a bright white with no shadows.

Hana placed on her eyes a pair of sunglasses she had been informed she needed. Halebi was also light skinned, his facial hair was sparse and light, making him look more like a college student that hadn't shaved for a week. The dark bags under his eyes, which were squinting from the light, added to the college kid look by way of late night study sessions and multiple pots of coffee or other caffeinated beverages. He was also on the short side; around five foot seven inches tall, with no defined trim or muscle to himself. In the pure sense of the word, he looked like an academic and not a combatant that the Mossad had given him the title of.

"Hello," greeted Hana as she stood and offered her hand, Halebi looked at it and sat down in the chair silently, neither shaking nor acknowledging her, "I am Dr. Gitelman," she looked at the guard detail and nodded for them to leave, "I have talked briefly with Mr. Aswan, and he seems a bit excited for the details I am about to confide in you."

"Excited enough to be flogged, tortured and starved," stated Halebi in the hoarse voice of one that found no need to talk any longer.

"I do not like the conditions for you two at present," agreed Hana, "this is why I would like for you to trust me," Halebi said nothing, just gazed into Hana's eyes coldly, "which may be hard as I am Israeli, or I should say was…there is a higher calling for people like Mr. Aswan, you and myself, do you not agree."

Amid sat back, his hands still in his lap, his head looking for the proper words to use, "you wish to exploit us. Typical."

"You have misinterpreted my actions," she replied, "There are others out there like you and Mr. Aswan. I myself have experienced what you are going through…and I want you to escape before you forget who you really are."

"How can I forget," calmly replied Amid Halebi staring into the depths of Hana's eyes, "I am a terrorist; I will always be a terrorist because this is what is expected from my kind, is it not?"

"You are only who you say you are," she replied, "you can see yourself as a terrorist or a freedom fighter, a freedom fighter for all those special individuals that are out there ad incarcerated because the world fears us."

"Do they fear you," he asked calmly, "or do they allow you pass easily through their neighborhood. I am not a champion of any people, I am me."

"You are not a terrorist, these actions you do are not your fault," said Hana.

"These actions are not that of the Jewish God, the Christian Jesus or even from the holy words of Allah spoken by Mohammed," said Amid Halebi in an even voice.

"How about Mendel, Darwin or Suresh," she said with a furrow of her brow, "why give up on life when you can learn to live."

"There is more to life then living," replied Halebi, "and what ever you wish to call it, power or damnation; it has been a burden for me."

"What if I told you there maybe a cure," she said as she took out a folder, Halebi finally stirred from his depressed slouch, "but it would require you to take action."

"I would give my right arm to be rid of this curse," he replied, an emotion in his voice for the first time that night.

"The answer for the cure is in New York City," said Hana as she slid a file containing the biography and review of Chandra Suresh to Amid, who took his eyes from it.

"New York City is as close to me as returning to my family," he replied.

"It is there for you to take it," she said with a smile on her face.

He tilted his head to the side, "what re you proposing…"

"For Mr. Aswan, you and myself to use our powers for escape," she said, "and then for you to receive a cure."

"Is this cure for real," he asked skeptically as he leaned forward to look over the file and tapping the picture of Suresh.

"It is in work right now," replied Hana, for once being truthful, "but by the time we all get to America, it will be ready."

"What must I do then," said Amid Halebi, "how will I get out of here."

"You will follow my plan and do as I say," replied Hana, "and we will all get out of here together, do you get me?"

"What will I have to do," he said again.

"You will have to guide Mr. Aswan and myself through the shadows," she replied with a knowing smile that scared Mr. Halebi.

Chandra Suresh
Brooklyn, New York

The power of the mind is the most underrated ability of human kind. It has constricted many people just as it has freed them from reality. The real truth that is sought is not from a heart of stone, but a free and accepting mind. A mind without bounds.

A/N: It has been a while since I updated this fic, so I hope this is a welcomed short and sweet chapter. If you wish for a translation of Alex's Russian, I will be more then happy to give it. Thank you for reading, please Review!