Me: I am so happy!
Peter: Why, is testing season over?
Me: Um, well, not really. But I finally made my T-shirt in Technology Education. Yay!
Peter: What did you put on your T-shirt?
Me: Well, I put the Heroes logo on the front and some extra stuff on the back. But it looks awesome.
Peter: You're obsessive if you seriously made a Heroes shirt when you could do anything you wanted.
Me: Well, I wanted to do a Heroes shirt. So I did.
Peter: Can we say completely obsessed?
Me: *hits him over the head*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Heroes. But I do own the concept of the Rebellion, and any unfamiliar characters. Yay for me!
Matt Parkman, Gabriel Gray, & Company
Containment Building
Matt looked around nervously as they entered through the doors. So far, no one had seemed to take any particular interest in them, though eight people with worn clothes in a place like this would by noticed eventually. They would have to act fast.
"So, where do we start?" Ando asked. Matt glanced at him, and touched him on the shoulder, feeling his power enhance. He listened for the thoughts of any people with abilities, any familiar voices at the very most.
"I'll try to find out where they're keeping the prisoners," he murmured, pushing aside the thoughts of the normal businessmen. "The thoughts of people with abilities are different from powerless people. After I find a thought from one, I should be able to hone in on it and find the precise location."
Olivia whistled. "For a simple telepath, it's impressive that you can do all that."
"Normally I can't. But with Ando's amplifying ability, I can do a lot of things that I can't do without him."
Theresa sniffed the air and then wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, this place is horrible. There's practically no metal here." When Daphne threw her an 'is this girl crazy?' look, she explained, "I have the ability to control metal. If we run into a sticky situation here, I could use the metal in the foundations to our advantage. But with concrete, I can't do a thing."
Matt, meanwhile, had finally found the voice he was looking for. It was muted, as if far away, but it was still there.
"I can hear someone," he said, pushing his ability further to hone in on the location. "It's Mohinder."
"Dr. Suresh?" Hiro asked. "Can you really hear him?"
"Yeah." Matt opened his eyes, having found his location. "He's three levels underground. Come on, we have to find an elevator."
Gabriel looked over his shoulder. Like always, he had walked into the building with an observant eye, and had spotted the elevator right away. "Over there," he said, motioning to it with a nod of his head. Matt nodded to him in thanks and walked toward it, the others following.
"Since we're not all going to fit, Hiro and I can take someone with us on the way down," Olivia offered.
"Daphne, Randy, do you two want to go with them?"
Daphne shrugged, and Randy immediately walked over to Olivia, putting a hand on her shoulder. Daphne did the same with Hiro, and the four were gone in an instant. The other four packed into the elevator, Gabriel disabling the security camera with his telekinesis. Security was going to be tight; he could tell just by the camera here. They weren't taking any chances with this operation being exposed.
There was a small bing a few seconds later, and when the doors opened Olivia, Hiro, Randy, and Daphne were standing there. Randy was leaning against the wall, his expression bored. Behind him, two guards were slumped against the wall, unconscious.
"Come on, we have to go," Olivia said, motioning toward a door. "It won't be long before someone finds these two, and our cover will be blown."
"I offered to burn them to a pile of ashes, but these three thought it was too morbid," Randy said with mock sadness.
"Well, we'll split into pairs then. Hiro, you go with Ando. Randy, you can get along with Olivia for the extent of the mission, right? Matt and Daphne, you two can go together. I'll go with Gabriel. Is everyone all right with those pairings?" When everyone nodded, she rubbed her hands together. "All right then, people. All we need to do is get the prisoners out of here, get ourselves out of here, and then we're done. Did I leave anything out?"
"Don't get caught," Randy said.
"Right, what he said. Anything else?" When no one said anything, she continued. "Okay, then. Let's roll, peeps."
Hunter Redding
Containment Building
Hunter smugly took a sip of his espresso, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. This was going so smooth, no flaws. The President was satisfied, so that was a huge bonus. Plus, funding was higher than ever. It couldn't get any better.
He glanced at the huge screen to his right, where feed from all forty security cameras in the compound was displayed. He saw the insides of the containment cells, the hallways, the labs, everything… it made him feel powerful, like a god. Like he had control over everything and everyone.
He noticed that one of the screens displaying feed from the camera in the elevator was blank. Probably just a glitch, he thought, taking another swig of coffee. No one would even think of trying to mess up this operation. It was so secret anyway, hardly anyone knew about it.
He saw movement on another camera, and his eyes flicked to it. It was the camera feed from inside the cell shared by the Bennet girl and Mohinder Suresh. Claire was pacing back and forth, her brow furrowed in thought. Her lips were moving, and occasionally Mohinder's would move too. That was the only disadvantage with these cameras – he couldn't hear what they were saying, and he wasn't much of a lip-reader.
On another camera, two men were walking down a hall. Both were Japanese, and they were in worn street clothes. Hunter sat up and zoomed in the camera. But as he did so, one of the men touched the other and they were gone. Just like that.
Teleporters… Hunter thought as his eyes scanned the other cameras. Now that he paid closer attention, he could see many unfamiliar faces flitting through the halls.
He grabbed a walkie-talkie off his desk as he ran for the door. "All guards down to Level Three. We've got intruders!"
Olivia Baxter & Randy Marshall
Containment Building
Olivia glanced around the corner. Nothing. It was like they hadn't noticed that they were being invaded yet. Not that she was complaining. She liked the idea that she wouldn't have to fight.
"Do you know where the nearest cell is?" she asked Randy. His hands glowed red, on the verge of breaking out in flame.
"From the plans I saw on the way in, it should be three doors to the left." He pressed a hand against the wall, melting a small keypad. No one would be able to follow them into the hall.
Olivia nodded. "I'm going to go there and get the prisoners out. Can you make it to the labs on your own?"
Randy snickered. "Come on, Ol. Do you really think I'm that helpless?"
"I'm going to take that as a yes. Take care of yourself, Randy."
"Same to you, Ol."
The two split up, Olivia heading to the cells where she would find the prisoners, Randy to the labs where he would destroy the files containing information about people with abilities.
Theresa Collins & Gabriel Gray
Containment Building
Theresa felt inside the concrete walls for the metal locks. She could feel the metal, and she twisted it, unlocking the thick door. With a satisfying click, Gabriel opened the door to reveal a small cell with a cot pushed up against the east wall. A young girl was curled up on the cot, her eyes fearfully peering over her knees at the two silhouettes in the doorway.
"Poor kid," Theresa murmured as she entered the room, going over to the fearful girl on the cot. "We're here to save you, okay?"
The girl looked up at her with startling blue eyes. They were filled with relief. "My name's Jenny."
"My name's Theresa. And this is Gabriel. Come on; let's get you to Hiro or Olivia. They'll get you out of here in no time."
The girl gratefully took Theresa's hand as the two hurriedly left the room. Jenny looked like she was only about eight years old; Theresa was furious that people could kidnap children this young and treat them like animals.
I'll make them pay, she thought. I'm going to make them pay for everything…
Matt Parkman & Daphne Millbrook
Containment Building
Matt glanced around. He tried the lock again, but with no success. He needed the code to get into the cells… and the only way to find it was to read the thoughts of one of the soldiers that worked here. But first he needed to find one.
He thought it was fairly ironic that he was looking for a soldier when he was an intruder and a target. No doubt they would shoot to kill if it came to a confrontation. Still, he needed to help as many people as he could, and that meant that he needed to get to them first.
He felt around the compound with his ability, and he felt the minds of three soldiers directly above him. He dug deeper into the mind of one of them and found the code; as he was reading it from the man's mind, Daphne was punching it in. The red light above the keypad turned green, and there was a click as the door slightly opened. Matt retracted from the soldier's mind and entered the cell, Daphne right behind him.
It was dim and shadowy, the light in the corner almost burnt out. Matt's pupils dilated as he peered through the darkness. He could make out two forms, one sitting on a cot and one standing in the middle of the room, wearing a sneer. That sneer faltered as its wearer took a closer look at him.
"Matt?" He recognized that voice; it was Claire Bennet.
"Yeah, Claire. It's me." Matt nodded over to who he knew was Mohinder. It was his mind that had led him there, after all.
"Matt, what are you doing here?!" Claire practically tackled him in a hug; he was the first person she'd seen that wasn't a soldier in a long time. She liked him, too, because he was caring and kind. She had been a close friend since the incident in New York.
"Busting you out. Come on you two, we have to get you out quick. Hiro and another teleporter are here, and all the prisoners are being freed as we speak."
Claire looked up at him, her sea-foam green eyes filled with relief, yet regret. "I won't be able to go. I can't leave without Peter."
"Do you know where he is?"
Claire shook her head, but Mohinder cleared his throat. His voice was raspy as he spoke, like he hadn't had a drink in a long time. He probably hadn't. "I know where he is. Or at least what area of the building he's in."
"Then let's go. No one's getting left behind tonight."
Claire looked at him gratefully and followed Mohinder as he ran out of the cell. Matt and Daphne followed them at a brisk jog as Mohinder led them towards the eastern part of the compound. They passed plenty of labs and such, and finally Mohinder stopped in front of a lab with a thick glass door. The blinds on the other side of the glass were closed, so they couldn't see inside, but when Matt reached out with his telepathy he felt a presence on the other side.
"He's definitely in there," he said.
Mohinder didn't hesitate; using every ounce of his super strength, he punched the glass, sending shards flying everywhere. He ripped his fist away from the remaining glass, ignoring the scratches on his arm, and did it again. Soon, the entire door was busted in, and the four people hurried into the lab.
The first thing they noticed was the scent. It smelled like a hospital, clean and antiseptic. Then they saw his figure lying on a gurney, hooked up to a heart monitor that beeped at a slow pace. There was a tube up his nose, and his hair was cut short.
"Peter!" Claire cried, running to his side and ripping the tube from his nose. It was obviously a kind of gaseous drug, because the monitor changed pace as the drug's source was removed. "What are they doing to him?"
"Testing him, I think." Mohinder unhooked the heart monitor and slid Peter off the gurney. "For what, I'm not sure. But I saw him being tested before, and he was being pushed to his limits. I wouldn't be surprised if they were keeping him in a coma so he could heal."
Claire looked at him worriedly, and took him from Mohinder. She was sitting on the floor, Peter's head cradled in her lap. She kissed him on the forehead.
"We have to hurry up," Matt said, peering out of the room. So far there was no sign of soldiers, but it was only a matter of time. "Nathan's soldiers will be here soon. See if you can wake Peter up."
"Wait, Mohinder, get a needle," Claire said. "He might not be able to use his ability like this, but an injection of my blood will heal him, and hopefully wake him up."
"It could work." Mohinder threw the equipment off the tables behind him, searching for a needle. He found one; it was large, but it would work.
"Do it." Claire held out her arm, and Mohinder drew out a small amount of blood. He then injected it into Peter. There were several moments of tense silence, and then Peter's eyes flickered open, and he coughed up some blood.
"Claire?" His eyes were unfocused, but he could see her light blonde hair. He would recognize that hair anywhere.
"Oh Peter." She kissed him long and hard on the lips, not caring if it was in front of the others. "I thought I would never see you again."
"Same here." Peter pushed himself into a sitting position, glancing around him. "I never thought I'd get off that gurney."
"Not to be rude, be we need to get out of here," Matt said, glancing over his shoulder at them. "We only have so much time before they come to stop us."
"Matt? How…?"
"He broke us out, Peter. There's a whole prison break going on now. Everyone here is going to be freed." Claire helped him stand up, and together the five left the room.
Peter sighed with relief. "At least someone's finally decided to stand against the government." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it as his face took on an expression of concentration. After a second and nothing happening, he reopened his eyes and let out a sigh. "I can't use my powers. They must've drugged me."
"I wonder why Claire's blood healed you if you can't use powers," Mohinder pondered.
Peter shrugged. "So, how are we going to get out of here?"
"We have Hiro and another teleporter. They're going to get everyone out of here. We're going to have to find one of them to get us out of here."
"Leave me here."
"What?" Claire sounded scared; she had reason to be. The love of her life, her guardian angel, was asking to be left behind in one of the worse places on Earth.
"Look, someone needs to blow this place up after everyone leaves. I still have Ted's radioactive powers, and I can probably confine the explosion just to the building. Everything needs to be destroyed, every trace of it. Anyway, Claire, I have your regenerative powers and Hiro's teleportation. I'll be able to survive the explosion and find you as soon as I finish my job here."
"I don't want you to leave," she whispered, grabbing his arm. "I just got you back."
"I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Your job won't be as hard," Matt commented. "We have a pyrokenetic going around destroying the files on people with abilities. Half the labs are probably in flame by now."
Peter nodded. "Good." He turned to Claire and caressed her cheek, his eyes boring into hers. Then he leaned in and kissed her, his lips firm against hers. His kiss was sweet but full of passion, and her head tilted as she became absorbed in his lips. She didn't want it to end, but eventually they broke apart.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," he whispered back, kissing her once on the forehead before breaking away from the group, moving at a brisk walk. "Matt, send me a thought when all the rebels are out of the building. That way I don't injure anyone on our side."
Matt nodded. "I'll make sure I'm one of the last to leave."
"Okay. And take care of Claire for me."
"I will."
With a final nod and smile, Peter went off on his own into the maze of hallways. He didn't know if the drugs would wear off soon, but he didn't care. He had a mission, and he would succeed. By whatever means necessary.
Me: Okay, so that took forever to write. Ugh, I got writer's block halfway through it. But I would like to thank Three Days Grace for their song "Riot", which gave me inspiration. If you've never heard that song, look it up on youtube. Great song.
Peter: You've only been singing it for the last four hours. I'm getting a headache.
Me: It's so catchy, though. I mean, come on, there's a great guitar solo in it too.
Peter: Mm-hmm, that's why you just keep repeating the main verse. You don't know all the words, do you?
Me: So what if I don't?
Peter: Maybe you should look up the lyrics. I'm getting tired of being forced to listen to you sing the main verse over and over and over.
Me: *glare*
Okay, so I got major writer's block about halfway through writing this. Hope you aren't mad at me!
As always, reviews are greatly appreciated and wanted.