HEROES Rebirth from the Ashes
Chapter twelve
Captured by Evil
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Adolph Hitler walked across the broken plastic and glass, and he entered the main room of Haven hole. The room was burning with flames across the walls. The counters, desks, and equipment shattered and scattered a throughout the large central room. Debris and broken furniture was strung about the room in a semi-circle defining the blast zone of the bunker bomb employed from the elevator. Hitler's men dispersed about into the facilities looking for survivors or enemies that might still be alive and that could return fire. Only two bodies were found, beyond the bodies of their own men; the mind controlling and power suppressing Haitian, his body with half his flesh burned away. And then the burnt crisp of a small body; of what must have been Claire Bennett. A few remaining wisps of blond hair and pail skin could be seen through the charred surface and torched form, revealed to him whom laid on the floor before his booted feet. He squatted on his heals observing as Claire's skin and body slowly healing itself from the explosion. Now he wanted her all the more. He did not even know she could recover from this.
He stood and directed his soldiers to stop the search and gather up Claire. The soldiers wrapped the body of Claire Bennett in a large wool blanket and one soldier standing head and shoulders over the rest easily cradled the small body of the girl in his arms. "Take her to the surface, I will join you shortly." Hitler commanded to his men.
The Soldiers snapped the heels of their boots together; lifted their arms in salute, "Hail Hitler!" just as Claire Bennett opened her eyes. Her face was still burnt beyond recognition, but the skin was healing faster by the second. Her eyes locked upon the face of the man before her. She gasped in shock as she finally put the pieces all together. "You were the soldier in the bunker!" She sputtered out between lips that were charred and bleeding. "I have waited a long time for you, my dear!" Hitler smiled a smile that sent chills down her spin. Not the chills she had known from Sylar the psychotic murdered, or the evil man that haunted dreams. This chill was from her very soul being terrified for the safety of the ones she loves.
Hitler turned to the Haitian as the soldiers carried Claire away, "I need the girl, but you I do not need." He pressed the muzzle of his pistol against the forehead of the man. He watched for a moment as the Haitians chest rose and fell in painful breath. The Haitian struggled to open a single eye and stare his emanate death in the eye. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Hitler pulled the trigger.
Hitler holstered his pistol and taking out a small card slipped it into the open mouth of the man he just killed. The card had a black background and a large red eagle on the front. Then he turned and followed after his prize. After today he would soon become immortal.
X-X-X
Hiro, Tracy and Angela Petrelli appeared on the beach just a few yards away from where he had less than an hour ago dropped off the Peter, Gabriel, and Noah. His powers were still not back to par and he fell to the ground on his knees unable to stand. He had more control now than when he and Claire were jumping through the centuries trying to get home, but it was difficult to teleport to a location he could not visualize in his mind and the concentration tapped his physical endurance.
The beach they appeared on was covered in a hazy yellow, orange, and red light that seemed to shade the night and dance across the sky. Hiro struggled back to his feet as Tracy and Angela jaws dropped witnessing the roaring blaze that used to be the mansion he saw Peter and the others dash towards earlier that evening. The brush and trees in all directions roared in flames, making the entire island one massive inferno. "Which way did they go Hiro?" Angela demanded yelling over the roaring fire. "Where did they go?"
Hiro lifted a finger and pointed towards the burning mansion hundreds of feet up the beach, "They went in there!" Angela yelled out trying to be heard over the crackling trees and exploding brush, "Can you get us in closer? Can you stop time?" Hiro replied, "No, I'm too weak. And even if I could the fire will just as hot in frozen time." Angela was worried. They had to do something, the boys were in that house and only they could save them. She looked toward Tracy for any options, but she was not beside her any longer. She looked up and could see Tracy walking away toward the ocean, into the darkness of the night. Tracy stopped at the water's edge and took a deep breath, she then stepped into the water and shimmered into her liquefy form.
As she became a living embodiment of water, she grew in size, absorbing water from the ocean. Stretching and distorting as she tried to contain the hundreds of gallons of ocean water that she held within her frame. Tracy grew to where she towered over the trees and still grew more as she lifted her arms high into the night sky. She reached a point where she towered over the burning mansion before she stepped back on to the beach once more. She walked slowly up the beach and through the brush and trees. With each step the ground shook and trembled. Angela and Hiro were knocked to their backsides as she pushed by them and stepped over to the mansion lifting her arms wide over the burning remains. Then with a shout, mixed with fear, joy, relief, and anguish she shattered into millions of water droplets, and rained down upon the flames. Steam hissed and escaped as the fire was quenched.
The steam from the ocean water covered the small island and made it almost impossible to see. Hiro helped Angela to her feet as they made their way through the steam and fog toward the remains of the mansion. The fire was out, but the ground and bricks of the building were still extremely hot. Angela hesitated at the edge of the burned out building, momentarily afraid of what she might find. As they stood there looking into the burned out hulk of what once was beautiful mansion. Tracy gathered herself together from the millions of water drops in the fog, and became solid once more, standing a few feet ahead of them inside the building remains. She turned to face the others as Angela regained her composure and with a firm confidence of her leadership abilities, led the way into the rubble remains of the house. Nothing was left except a few burnt piles of stone that used to be fireplace hearths. They stepped over the broken and burned walls, stones, and glass as they spread out into the fog in search for their family members. Where was her son? Where were Noah and Gabriel? Were they still alive? It seemed like they had been on the island forever, would they ever find the boys? Would they like what they might find?
The small group separated but tried to keep one another in sight as they independently searched the burned shell of the mansion. Hiro wandered toward section of the house where he saw what should have been grass and a garden. He noticed dozens of burned bodies all laying in a circle, falling away from the center. He called Angela to see his find. "They were here. Peter or Gabriel did this I believe."
Angela walked amongst the bodies of the soldiers and dogs, examining the evidence before her. "This happened before the fire. Whoever was in the house knew they were coming." She stood and looked back toward the building. The steam and fog was starting to dissipate and she was able to see Tracy deep into the building digging near a toppled fire place and pushing soot stained bricks and debris aside.
"Over here!" Tracy Strauss called and waved her hands to Angela and Hiro urgently. Hiro and Angela hurried to Tracy and what she had found. What she saw made her sick; it took all her will power not to lose her composure. Hiro turned away immediately and lost his stomach contents from the sight. What remained of Gabriel and Peter was at their feet. They both looked like charcoal skeletons. Angela could tell it was the men because of their size and shape were they dead? What had happened?
Angela grimaced as she squatted down closer to the torched corpses of the two men. She looked closely in the moon light and could see flakes of charred skin re-growing into soft pink flesh. They had survived, but it would hours at this rate before they were back up and in fighting form. Noah Bennett was not with them. In the inferno none of his remains would be able to be found. If he survived she knew her man, he would make his way back to Haven hole. She turned to Hiro and Tracy, kicking something heavy with her shoe. She bent down and picked up from the debris, what was undoubtedly the remains of Noah's gun, the metal melted and twisted at odd angles. She handed it to Tracy with sympathy in her heart for just a brief moment; and called Hiro to their side. "We need to get the boys back to Haven Hole, Hiro. They are still alive, but need to regenerate."
Hiro and Angela prepared to leave. Hiro reached down to hold onto the remains of Gabriel Gray's hand, and it snapped off and turned to dust in Hiro's firm grip. "Be careful; don't break them before they can heal." Angela gently placed a hand on each form, Hiro place his hand on Angela's shoulder. "Tracy let's go!" Angela called out with a singe of a command.
Tracy stared off into thought as she scanned the remains of the mansion. "Do you think he survived? I need him! Claire needs him. We all need him." Angela's compassion rose up within her for a brief moment; the Ice woman had a heart. "Tracy, keep looking, we will come back for you soon." And they vanished.
Tracy Strauss, stood into the remains of the Mansion, her soul lost. Which way should she go? Which way to look? She hated Noah Bennett. He had destroyed her life in the Senate offices by getting her involved in the company's sinister plots. But then he saved her, protected her from the law and the government when they tried to kill her. He hid her when she was on the run from the government agency, and erased her past, thus putting his own life was on the line too. Noah Bennett was a complicated man. Yet despite her hatred for the Noah Bennett before the massacre, she needed him now. She could not imagine fighting this fight without her hero.
Nearby was a stone hearth broken down by the fire, she sat down on the black charred stone in emotional anguish. She looked down at her fingers and hands, broken and bloody from tossing bricks and debris aside as they discovered Peter and Gabriel's bodies. Her hands were covered in soot and grime but she did not care; and dropped her head in her hands, "Please God, help me find him." She cried out loud into the empty shell of the mansion.
Something pushed against her foot. She looked down between her legs and there pushing away a large section of the hearth was a foot. She blinked her eyes once, then twice trying to make sure she was not seeing things. Then the foot kicked against her leg once more. She drew in her breath with sudden excitement and relief. She knew that foot anywhere! Tracy jumped up and began moving stones.
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Molly hid in the sewer pipe holding baby Noah close to her face to face. The machine gun fire made him hold his ears, and start to cry. She knew if he got scared or really began to cry he would shut down their powers, so she tried to hold him and make him quiet. The small sewer pipe they hid is made the sound of the bullets loud and resounding. It hurt her hears, it must hurt Noah's so she with gentle but firm hands placed one hand over each of the boy ears and pressed down hard.
When the bullets stopped Molly listened intently, stretching her attention to the smallest detail. Was the fight over, did they win, did they lose? Molly thought for a brief moment that if she could get back to the sewer grate she might be able to see if everything was OK, or if the coast was clear. She really did not want to crawl with Noah up to the surface through the sewer pipes. Then the bathroom lit up with a light so intense that she buried her face into the baby bag to protect her eyes. And there was such a boom of an explosion that the sewer pipe became a sound death trap. Molly held tight onto Noah's ears. Baby Noah passed out from the reverberating sound, but Molly struggled to retain focus. She would not let herself cry. Blood flowed from her ears down the side of her face and neck, ass the sound of the blast faded away.
Molly pushed Noah deeper into the pipe further away from the bathroom, but then scurried back and tried to listen but there was no sound. She felt her heart beating fast. Her breathing came in gasps. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to decide what to do next when a flashlight glow crossed the bathroom doorway. Someone was searching Haven hole. She hunkered down, and became as still as a mouse. If she moved now they would find her and Noah. She was so mad at herself; she should have been half way to the surface by now. She tried to be a quiet as she could trembling quietly in fear.
Molly opened her eyes with a start, she felt baby Noah stirring behind her. What happened, she must have fainted. The bathroom was dark again. Haven Hole felt cold and quiet like a tomb, she could hear nothing out in the large room, or the bathroom outside the grate. She crawled to the sewer crate and gently lifted it to make no sound. She lifted herself and baby Noah out of the pipe and back into the main bathroom of Haven hole.
Baby Noah was quietly walking beside her, staring about as Molly did with wide open eyes. A few tears made his cheeks glisten in the pale red emergency lights. Molly quietly made her way to the door of the bathroom. The door was blown off the top hinge, and hung on the lower hinge against the floor. They got down on their hands and knees and crawled out into the main room of Haven hole. The room was destroyed. Fire licked the walls all around her. Glass and debris littered the floor in all directions. The one place of refuge she had known since the attacks began was now truly a dark hole in the ground. Molly wiped away her tears, as she took Noah's hand and the two of them made their way into the main room to find Claire or the silent Haitian.
Bullet holes where everywhere; with all the lights broken and shattered along the floors, the computer stations burned in flames and the floor itself was kind of sticky from the intense heat of the blast. There was not a single section that did not show signs of total destruction from the attack. Several power cables hung from the ceiling swinging, showering the room in sparks each time they made contact with something metal.
The pale red emergency lights were all that gave light for them to see. Baby Noah let go of her hand and started to run towards the elevator doors. Molly chased after him, refusing to make a sound. The doors to the elevator hung at its sides, bent outwards towards the room as if a huge power behind them had pushed the doors forward and bent them like tinfoil. Molly tripped over something and fell to her hands. Her face hitting the leg of a dead soldier now burned to a leering skeleton. She scurried away on her knees and found another body, and another!
Molly jumped to her feet and ran. Where was that boy! She rounded another corner and found two more bodies, and then she saw the body of the Haitian. He was dead with a bullet hole in the head. Molly screamed! She stopped immediately. She could not hear her own scream! She was trapped in the hole with dead bodies everywhere, baby Noah running loose; and she could not hear! Molly screamed once more at the top of her lungs, but no sound made it through her ears.
Baby Noah came running around the corner back to Molly following her scream. He ran into her open arms and the two of them began to cry. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder. Molly froze, her tears flowing, her heart racing. She turned to see Hiro Nakamura speaking to her, but all she could do was watch his lips move.
Angela Petrelli knelt beside the children. They needed a loving hand and comfort from their experience, and that was not her. But she would try. She wrapped her arms around the children and held them tight. All destroyed, Haven hole had been compromised and destroyed. She directed Hiro to clear off two metal tables for Peter and Gabriel that seemed to have survived the blast intact, "Hiro place them on the tables, gently." She directed, as the children clung to her tightly.
With the boys on the tables, Angela looked back at the Haitian and pulled a small note out of his open mouth. Where was Claire? Angela lifted the baby out of Molly's arms, Molly was crying now holding her ears, and blood flowed down her neck and face from them. Angela examined the note carefully; she opened it and read its message. Written in bold red letters in English was, "It is time for the Red eagle to come back out of the shadows. It is time for the world to bow to me knee once more."
Angela had a shiver go down her spine as she remembered being a little girl the first time she used her ability to not just dream, but enter another person's dreams. She had on a late night fell asleep in her mother's arms, and instantly found herself in her own mother's dream. She was a young girl of about 15 years old and they were on a train; traveling late at night. Her mother seemed scared, worried, and restless. Something was wrong. Her mother sat with three other people that Angela did not know. One was a smaller girl, about her same age. The little girl was sitting in a woman's lap, next to a large man. Not large as in overweight, but large as in powerful, safe, and a man that commanded respect and a little awe.
"Mother, when will we cross the border into Poland?" Angela's own mother asked of the lady holding the younger girl. Angela stepped over the lady and looked closer at her face, Grandmother? She had never known her grandparents. Mother said that they had died in the war. "We will make it to the boarder in a few minutes." The father said as he stood and walked to the large window of the train suite. He draped his hands behind his back, and studied the world beyond that dark window. "I'm scared, Papa!" the young girl spoke from the mother's arms.
Suddenly the train's brakes grabbed and the whole train ground to a stop, with lights flashing and searching along the train in all directions. Father drew the curtains immediately and the family dropped to the floor for safety. "It will be OK girls. We have our papers. They will let us pass." The mother said in a calming voice to the girls. Even Angela was swooned into a peace she could not explain. The father stood by the door as they could hear feet pounding down the corridor and a heavy hand pounded on the train compartment. "Open in the name of Hitler. Prepare to show your paperwork." The Mother regained her seat along with both girls on the train plush bench seats, as father opened the door.
In walked three Nazi soldiers and a single lieutenant dress in a black uniform. "Papers please." The man demanded and extended his hand. "Papers!"
The father drew out of his jacket passports and papers for the family and handed them to the officer. The father stood next to the man, dwarfing him and the other soldiers by his size and strength. Angela was amazed by the size of his arms. They seemed like the comic book man she had been reading just the other day. He looked like he could be wearing blue and red, with a cape. He looked like he could stop bullets with his bare hands. "You are the Levinosi family?" The mad demanded.
The father replied with caution in his voice, "Yes, is there a problem with the paperwork?"
"Your family is to come with me. The war has changed, and your entire family is now property of the third reick." The Lieutenant waved, signaling his men to draw their weapons. "Bring them!" Angela knew she was in a dream. But she could taste the panic and carnal fear in the room.
Suddenly father reached out and grabbed to soldiers around the necks with his massive hands. He picked them up and slammed their heads together with a tremendous blow that crushed their skulls into pulp. The remaining soldier opened fire, catching the mother in the side of the head and killing the little girl before they could react. The father lunged before the soldier and protected his only living child. "Mother!" Angela yelled out in the dream, and dropped to the floor boards covering her head with her hands.
Father took several rounds in the chest but did not slow down. More soldiers flooded into the train car. The lieutenant stepped back into the corridor and called for help from down the hall. Angela could hear many feet running their way. The father grabbed two more soldiers by the heads and swung them behind him and out through the train window. Shattering the window, and pulling the drapes out into the dark night, and to the train tracks below. "Run my dear, run!" father yelled as he swung his fist and pounded another soldiers to death. He ripped a brass bar off the wall and charged into the attacking soldiers swinging away, "RUN!"
Angela's mother leapt out the window, with incredible agility, and landed softly on the gravel below. Angela in the dream jumped through the window and ran after the mother. Where was she going? She knew Mommy had survived the war. She had spent time in a concentration camp; but was rescued by the Americas near the end of the war. She smiled, that was when she met Daddy. Angela raced ahead and caught up with her mother just as she rounded a bend and skidded to a stop; her feet having no traction in the large gravel around the train tracks. She was surrounded by several men with machine guns. A single car waited on the road, with its engine running. A shadowed figure stepped out of the car and approached the young girl as men drug her father from the train and pushed him to the ground in a mock bow before the shadowed man.
"Mr. Levinosi, we have wanted to meet you." The man spoke, "but we want your daughter more then you." the man spoke as a single shot rang out and the father fell to the ground dead, a bullet fired into the backside of his head.
"Papa!" her Mother screamed, her eyes crackled with red lightening, as she turned to the shadowed man lifting her hands with overwhelming anger in her soul: But dropped to the ground, holding her jaw; from a slam of a hand that felt like iron. The shadowed man leaned in toward the young girl, his face coming into the light. "Now I want you even more!" Adolph Hitler smiled, "bring her!"
Angela snapped back to the present from her reflection. She knew her mother woke suddenly at that moment from the dream screaming. She never spoke of her time in the camps. She never allowed Angela after that day to fall asleep in her arms. She would never know what happened. But she would never forget the terror of her mother in being captured by that man; The embodiment of evil, horror, and self-righteous power.
Angela shook her head clearing her mind from the shadows of the past. She now knew what they were facing, "Hiro, go back for Tracy now! Adolph Hitler has taken Claire."
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Tracy dug and pulled at the collapsed fire place hearth; tossing bricks aside with a heart ready to burst inside. Her fingers bloody from the abuse against the stones, did not faze her or slow her down. She was a woman on a mission. She called out Noah's name to try and get him to respond to her, but she could not hear anything from inside the rubble. Finally as the last stone rolled away from his face she let out a shout of joy and pulled him to her in a joyous embrace. He was alive!
"You Jerk, I thought you were dead!" Tracy cried at Noah as his eyes swollen and puffy from a longer period of limited oxygen, opened and focused on her dirty and bloody hands. "Peter saved me. Just before the explosion, Estelle told us it was a trap. Peter grabbed me and threw me in the Fireplace. He and Sylar stood in front of the opening and took the full blast so that I would live." Tracy helped Noah to his feet, and the pair made their way to the beach. "Peter and Sylar are back at Haven's hole with Angela. They looked really bad; I hope they will pull through." Noah understood.
Noah was tired of being one step behind the enemy. It was time to change the game plan and take the battle to the enemy in a big and strong way that he could not anticipate. He had to think, talk with Claire. They needed to know what she knew. She was their key to ending this, and bringing order back into their lives.
Noah was angry with himself, in these last few weeks he had not wanted to call Sandra. He found himself liking Tracy's company, and did not want to complicate it with his ex-wife and son. Was he a bad father by not calling his son? Was he a bad man for not caring about them as much as Claire and the specials? He was a bad man, he had done terrible things, broken more laws than the entire group put together. Sylar was a murdering psycho killer; but Noah Bennett was a hired "company" man. Who was really more evil the rabid dog, or the man controlling the leash of the rabid dog?
As Noah and Tracy finally made it to the beach, Hiro appeared. He was excited and talking fast in Japanese. Tracy tried to calm him down but to little success, "Hiro slow down, we can't understand you." Noah new Japanese and tried to capture what Hiro was saying, "Hiro! Speak slower, what happened to Claire? Haven Hole? Attacked?"
Hiro threw his hands up in exasperation and placed a hand on each of their shoulders, "The man behind all this is Hitler, he is still alive and now he has Claire!" and they vanished. Tracy and Noah opened their eyes to the destruction they had called home for the last few weeks. The room was in total destruction, the lights hung in smashed pieces. The walls and equipment ripped apart by bullets and fire. The floor was littered with broken plastic, metal, glass, and ammunition casings. The room was lit with a pale red light from a few battery powered emergency lights.
Noah saw in the darkness his friend the Haitian with eyes blank in death. He turned as out of the darkness walked Angela Petrelli. She was dirty but regal as always. "Noah, thank heaven you're alive! Tracy come quick I need you."
Tracy glanced at Noah and hurried into the dim light and darkness with Angela. Noah followed behind, observing everything. Angela brought Tracy to a medical bed where Molly laid, her ears flowing blood and puss from her exploded ear drums. Her eyes scrunched in pain as she moaned and rolled from one side to the other. Beside her Noah could see the charred bodies of Sylar and Peter. He leaned over quickly and examined each man and could tell that they were fast recovering from their burns, but it would take an hour or more before they were fully recovered. Hiro stood off to the side with baby Noah in his arms, trying to calm the toddler.
Angela watched Tracy and Molly ignoring Noah for the moment. She thought of how she never was a cuddly, soft mommy. When her boys were hurt she told them to stand tall, be strong, make yourself better than the pain. She missed Nathan her oldest son, so much. "Tracy, her ear drums are burst. She is in a lot of pain. But I have given her a sedative, Right now she needs you."
Noah reached out and grabbed Angela by the shoulders and spun her around so that she faced him. He leaned in close to her face and demanded an answer, "What happened here? Where is my little girl? Where is Claire? Hiro said something about Hitler?" Angela's voice broke as she tried to maintain control, it would have been better if Noah had been dead on that island than for her to say the next words he needed to hear. She handed Noah the greeting card left in the Haitians mouth: "he took her, less than 30 minutes ago."
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Tracy began to cry softly as she held Molly tighter and trying to help the little girl through the pain, hurry Peter we need you. The murderous Hitler had acquired his goal. They had failed Claire and now maybe the entire world. This was so much bigger than just their little family now. Noah Bennett stood there staring at Angela, his rage boiling. He looked like a Greek Titan ready to explode. Peter and Sylar were out of the fight for the moment. Angela and all her technology were now useless. Hiro was barely able to teleport, let alone move around in time under his own control. He needed to think. He needed a plan; something basic, simple, unexpected. Noah walked off into the darkness alone. Claire needed her Father!
Angela checked on Peter, and Sylar "Peter we need you please help us."
Tracy tried to wipe away her tears as they dripped on Molly's face. She was really afraid. She knew what ever happened now, she would lose one or more of this small family. She needed them all, she swallowed hard; even Sylar "Please God, help us…" Tracy began to pray.
A small hand wiped away her tears one her cheek. Tracy pulled back to see Molly staring at her with concern in her eyes. Molly spoke with a tone in her voice that showed she could not hear her own words, "Don't cry Mommy please, it will be OK." Tracy's heart grew in strength, here this little girl was trying to comfort her, when she was the one needing comfort and healing. Tracy held Molly tighter and told her, "Its OK baby, Mommy is going to get that bad man!"
Molly pushed herself into a sitting position. She held herself steady for a moment and then under Tracy's care slipped to the floor and onto her feet. Tracy was not sure what she was after, but she felt it was best to let her try. Molly's eyes glowed, a bright blue that filled the entire room. The group stopped what they were doing and gathered into the halo off the bright blue light of her eyes. Molly reached down and pulled a burned and tattered world map out of the dust on the ground. She placed the map on the bed where she had been laying and for a moment had to rest her head on the map in exhaustion. She then stood up tall placed her finger on a spot in the ocean miles from the shore off the coast of New York state, "Claire is here." Her finger dragged along the map like a ship in motion on the oceans below, and then she fainted into Tracy's arms.
Angela looked at the map; she took a pen and drew a circle around the area on the map where the blood of Molly's finger smudged the paper. Was it a boat, or aircraft, a ship? Noah leaned in from the darkness lighting a match and looked closely at the map.
"Planes and ships would not venture into or over those waters. The only ship that would travel there would be under the water, a submarine." Noah studied the map. "Hiro, can you get Tracy and I, on that ship?"
Hiro, stepped forward proudly holding his head high as baby Noah was pulling his glasses to one side, "Yes." He handed the baby to Angela and taking one more look at the map Hiro grabbed their hands and they all vanished.
Seconds later the three of them re-appeared in midair, flying backwards crashing to the ground. Their clothes burning with smoke, and Hiro's face was twisted in agony. Noah helped Tracy to her feet and then Hiro. "They must have installed a scrambler that would prevent a time jumper from teleporting." Noah groaned out, "The Company was working on one of those last year."
Hiro understood and nodded his head, "I will only be able to take one, and it will hurt. I think I can get one of you on the submarine, but I will not be able to come back for you."
Noah and Tracy gave each other a long hug. "Save her, bring her back." Hiro took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed a hand and vanished.
In frozen time Hiro pushed against the scrambler, his very atoms felt like they were pulling apart. He could feel his consciousness slipping as he tried again and again to break through the barrier. The scrambled started to chip away at his very existence. Hiro new he only had seconds before he would have to quit, or commit. He mentally gathered himself and pushed with everything he had, committing to delivering the package. The world depended on his success. If he failed the monster, the living embodiment of pure evil would rise once more to reign over the world, but this time he would be immortal.
Hiro felt his body begin to break apart. Atom by Atom he could see spin away into the vacuum of frozen time. He resolved his heart that he would not survive this, but he had to deliver the package. Superman, Batman, Captain Kirk would give their lives to complete the mission. What is the definition of a hero? What would true hero do?
Hiro, suddenly had a vision of his father; his face stern and hard. His voice reverberating throughout his very soul, "I named you Hiro, my son. One day this world will need a Hero, and they will know you are ready to be that man. They will look to you to make the ultimate sacrifice."
As Hiro screamed out in anguish into the silence of frozen time; he pushed and pushed, his mind began to fade, and he felt he had nothing more to give. He had failed! Then he remembered his mother's words, "Hiro, every one of us has the potential for great good, or great evil. It is our soul determines whether we will become a monster or a Hero! Reach deep into your soul and you will know what to do." With one last push, he dug down and found the eternal strength of his very soul. Suddenly he was renewed. He was the strongest man alive. His heart filled his body with power as he swung with all his might the package past the barrier and into the submarine. Then with a wail of agony mixed with relief, his very atoms burst apart into the emptiness of a timeless existence; and all went dark.
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