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Chapter 9

Thompson and Linderman

New York City

"Mr Linderman, we have a problem! Leslie has gone berserk! All her abilities are being used, she isn't there. She is acting like Sylar."

"Why must my plans be disrupted? What has made her lose control?"

"I don't know. She just woke up and, almost instantly lost control."

"Someone must have seen her in her dreams. It must have shown something incriminating us, if she has been driven to attack us. I had her fully convinced, and Candace was keeping her under control. It must be someone like…

"Sanjog. It was Sanjog." The men turned, seeing Angela standing in the door.

"Angela, how nice to see you. Might I ask how do you know it was Sanjog?"

"I saw him. I was dreaming and he entered them. He showed her the truth. The truth is deadly, as we can now see. It is a butterfly effect. The dreams are now affecting the whole plan. We need to stop her; otherwise she will never help with the plan. She will become like Sylar."

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Leslie Burke,

New York City

Leslie was hurrying through the corridors of the company facility in New York. She had an evil look on her face. She had to understand what everyone was denying her. Knowledge, understanding; it was torture not having power, and that power could only come from the knowledge contained inside others. Linderman, the woman called Angela, the man called Arthur; they all kept secrets, she needed to discover the secrets.

"Miss Burke, I think you need to return to your cell."

Leslie smiled as she opened a door and saw her room.

"Candace. Candace, Candace, Candace, you should know that your ability doesn't work. I understand it, I own it. Now let me out of this illusion."

Leslie tapped into her telepathic abilities with this last statement, convincing Candace to drop the illusion and let her free.

Leslie approached the woman who now was before her and said

"Good. Now, sleep."

At this, Leslie raised her hand to Candace's head and used the Haitian's ability to put Candace asleep.

"You don't have anything I want in your head. I won't kill you. Goodbye Candace. I have bigger fish to fry."

With that, Leslie left towards the centre of the building, where she knew Linderman kept his offices. However, she was stopped in her tracks by a forcefield.

"Sarah, why do you try to stop me? I can easily make you stop and will!"

Leslie then gestured with her hand, forcing Sarah against the wall with telekinesis. Slowly, Leslie raised her finger and started cutting Sarah's head open. The screams of pain seemed to cause Leslie to halt, as Sarah collapsed to the floor, dead.

"No…no…I didn't need her to die."

'You need to understand her power. It is an important one and will help you take control.'

"Yes, yes…NO…YES! I can learn everything I need, and punish those who have hurt me."

A tear slid slowly down her cheek as she entered the central office.

"LINDERMAN!!! You have been using me, abusing me, trying to kill me; WHY?"

"Like I said, you are nece…"

"Don't try and kid me Linderman. I saw you, you said you could remove me, get a new person."

"I…"

"Don't speak, I can find the secrets in your head."

From here, Leslie raised her hand and proceeded to cut Linderman's head. However, before she could finish a shot of a gun ran through the air and hit her leg. She turned and saw Thompson standing there with the Angela woman. Screaming in pain, Leslie ran from the room, escaping by jumping out a window, cushioning her fall with telekinesis. She snarled as she turned and said:

"I will be back, Linderman. But first, I need to go see an old friend."

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Jesse Arons,

Lark Creek

Jesse hadn't stopped thinking about his dream. It had kept coming to him; every time he closed his eyes, he saw that Indian boy and his visions of Leslie. It was now 22 October, more than a week after he had first received the vision, and he was beginning to be convinced there was something wrong that he had to correct. Leslie was in trouble and needed him, or she would fall into darkness. However, Jesse didn't know if it was already too late. He had to see Leslie, had to protect her and prevent her from falling into darkness.

That evening, Jesse sat on the porch. His family were ignoring him, and for once he was happy about it. He needed to be alone, and if they didn't care about him, he could just use it to his advantage. Jesse soon decided he needed to be somewhere he could think, and headed towards the Treehouse at Terabithia.

However, as Jesse approached the Treehouse, he could see a figure inside. He cautiously approached the Treehouse, bringing a slight mist into the area and dark clouds in the sky. As he climbed the ladder into the Treehouse, he felt a knowing of who was inside. He looked in and saw her standing there. It was Leslie.

"Hello Jesse. Did you miss me?"

"Les. Why are you here, you're supposed to be with Mr Linderman, no-one is supposed to know you're alive?!"

"Well that's just it. I don't trust Linderman anymore. I understand him now, I can see what he truly is, and I need to cut open his head to find his secrets. But first, there is a more important matter."

Jesse was shocked at how violent Leslie seemed, but became nervous at this statement.

"Wh…what matter?"

Leslie smiled, in a cruel way

"THE MATTER OF WHY YOU LEFT! WHY DID YOU ABANDON ME, LEAVE ME TO MY FATE WHERE THEY HAVE FORCED THIS HUNGER ON ME! I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY, but - hm hm - I can find the secrets in your head."

At this Jesse started to run from the Treehouse. Leslie chuckled.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

Leslie followed as Jesse ran through the trees of the forest, forcing a mist to be created behind him. He couldn't understand Leslie's change.

'There must be some new ability that is forcing her to be this way; she would never harm anyone unless forced.'

However, Jesse was soon forced from his musings as he tripped on a root. He was trapped and couldn't do anything as Leslie slowly walked towards him.

"Les, please! I love you, you love me, and we can't destroy each other."

Leslie seemed fazed for a minute, but soon the hunger consumed her again.

"I'm sorry, Jesse, but I must know why. I need the secrets."

Leslie slowly raised her arm and pointed her finger at Jesse's head; however, as she tried to cut the head, a forcefield appeared around Jesse.

"What is this?!"

"It was me."

Leslie turned and saw a woman covered in leather, wearing a leather mini-skirt, leather jacket and leather boots. She had tights on, and her face was obscured by her long, blond hair.

"Who are you?"

"I am no-one, yet am the most important person at this time."

"Why?"

The woman grinned at this

"Save the King, Save the world. Ugh – God, I sound like Hiro. But I am here to stop you making the biggest mistake of your life."

"It is not. I need to understand, to know what is to come. I understand things easily, I understand what must be done…but I need more, I need knowledge. I need to know. You are a mystery, but I always know…I need to see inside you, to find your secrets."

"Try me."

Leslie proceeded to try and open the woman's head, but was stopped by an unknown force. She then tried to read the woman's mind, but was only able to hear static. She even tried forcing her to tell her, but all she heard in reply was

'Not going to happen.'

"WHAT ARE YOU!"

"I am nothing. Just remember 'We rule Terabithia and NOTHING crushes us.'"

Leaving a confused Leslie kneeling on the ground, the woman turned and touched Jesse, before they both vanished.

Leslie screamed: "NO!"

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Jesse and Woman

Deveaux Rooftop

"Who are you, why did we leave Leslie?"

"I couldn't bring her. Being near her too long could cause problems. And she needs to think, she needs to get control, and the only way is without influences."

"Where are we?"

"New York. But the bigger question you should be asking is WHEN are we."

It was only now that Jesse got to look around at the city. It was ruined. All the buildings were crumbling, and the rooftop they were standing on seemed to be the only intact area for miles.

"The bomb destroyed all of New York, and left the population in turmoil."

"What bomb?"

"Peter Petrelli. I am the only one who knows it was him. He was the bomb, not purposefully, but it ruined the world."

"S…s…so when are we?"

"2011."

"And who are you?"

At this the woman tied her hair back, and Jesse got his first good look at her face.

"L…Leslie?"

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