Heroes Revamped
I don't own it. If I did, well, I'd be rich.
Author's Note: I've received some complaints that Hiro and Ando seem to be more of a crack section of this so I'm going to try and lessen that. In later chapters. For now, enjoy the hijinks!"
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They say every thing we do, everything we see, everyone we meet passing on the street, changes the world in some way. Newton states that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. But what if you do something big, and it ruins everything. A butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane appears across the world. A man misses getting hit by a car one day, then dies by getting struck by lightening. You miss a deer only to hit another car. Are all these simply coincidence? Or are they a part of the grand scheme of things?
Chapter 3: Purpose
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Brooklyn, New York
Isaac opens the door to his loft. It looked nothing like he left it. All his paintings were gone. Instead, they was lab equipment everywhere. Had someone bought it already?
"Hello?!"
He walked over to one of the tables. He picked up a book and heard the cocking of a gun behind him.
"Who are you?!"
"Look man, I don't want any trouble."
"How did you get in here?"
"My key."
Isaac held up his key. The person behind him took it. They spun Isaac around.
"How did you get this? Who are you?"
"I'm Isaac Mendez."
"Isaac Mendez?"
The man put down the gun and looked shocked.
"Your supposed to be dead."
"Yeah well, can't believe everything ya hear. I'm sorry to barge in, I was just looking to see if I could get my old paintings back. Wait, how do you know me?"
"My name is Mohinder Suresh. And I believe we have much to explain to each other."
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Mercy North Hospital, Texas
Nathan signed the last of his discharge papers. The doctors were flabbergasted to see a man who had been dead not 3 hours ago was up walking around. They say it as a medical miracle. Nathan and Peter knew the truth. Claire was the real miracle.
After Nathan filled out the rest of the forms, they got her home and went back to New York. They knew their mother would be worrying.
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New York, New York
Angela was sitting in the living room when she had gotten off the phone with a man she knew as the head of the Company. She was angry. But a little disappointed with Bob, him thinking this the only way out. She would have to do something about this. But now, now was a time to grieve. Grieve for her lost son.
Knock knock knock
Who could this be?
She got up and answered the door. Standing before her was someone she thought should be dead.
"Hey Ma."
"Nathan."
From the shock of seeing a dead man, she fainted. Peter caught her and laid her down on the couch.
"Why'd she faint?"
"You'd faint too if you saw someone who you thought was dead."
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New Orleans, Louisiana
Micah Sanders was standing in front of the burning wreckage of a building that had blown up only a few hours ago. The fire fighters had already extinguished the flames and found his mom's body. Burned alive, saving Monica in the process.
Micah had never felt more alone in his life. When his dad died, his mom was right there beside him. Now, she was gone. But he wasn't completely alone. He still had family here in New Orleans. It just didn't feel the same though.
"Micah."
He turned around and saw Monica behind him.
"C'mon. Let's go."
He didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to go. He turned back to the building.
"Bye, mom." He said in a whisper.
He followed Monica, but left a part of himself behind.
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Mohinder lifted the large doors on the storage space he had rented.
"All your paintings should be here. I thought they might be useful eventually, but they've mostly just been gathering dust."
Isaac walked over to one of the paintings and lifted the tarp off of it. The canvas showed a fire truck at a fire. And that reminded him of Simone. He felt his heart ache.
"You okay?"
He was snapped out of his trance.
"Um yeah, I'm okay, just dwelling on the past."
"Okay, well, let's go ahead and start loading these up."
"Right."
They loaded the paintings into a truck Mohinder had rented.
One of the paintings, Isaac dropped. When it hit the ground, the tarp flew off. It was a painting of a man, his hands covered in a bright light. Who was he? And why had he painted him?
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Kansas City, Missouri
A man was in an alleyway smoking a new cigarette. At that time, he sneezed.
"Damn allergies." he muttered as he rubbed his nose
It then began to rain.
"I hate my luck."
He headed back inside his apartment on the second floor. When he got there, his door was wide open. He prepared himself by getting ready for anything.
He went inside, and all was quiet. He walked around and no one was there. He finally relaxed.
"Hello Ezekiel."
Zeke spun around to see a Company agent with his partner standing next to him.
"We've come to take you back."
"Not a chance."
"Very well."
His partner walked over with his hands covered in flames.
Child's play.
Zeke held out his hands and focused. Light orbs appeared in his hands.
"Let's do this."
Chapter End
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Author's Note: Zeke is a character mostly based on me. I thought this would be a prime time to use him. I'll be putting his bio up soon. Ja ne~
