Author's Note: I apologize for how short this is. My prologues generally only have the one key idea, and can be as short as a few paragraphs, to as long as a couple hundred words. My regular chapters are longer, this I promise you, I just wanted to get the idea of the story out of the way. Hope you enjoy, I'd love any review you could pass my way, I love critiquing. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I, obviously, do not own Heroes. It was created by Tom Kring, the mind behind Crossing Jordan. It is owned (I assume) by him, and NBC Universal Television Studio. Word.

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'You sure know how to pick them, Simone,' she sighed to herself, resting the ball of her head against the unpainted wall of her apartment. A briefcase messily dropped on to the table next to her, yet her hands wouldn't let go of the handle. Her eyes were firmly shut, preventing anything from coming out of them. It had been only been a matter of days since she had left Isaac, the thought of him still in dominance in her brain, but then there was Peter, who was burned so hard in her memory it would be difficult for her to forget him, too. But she knew she had to.

A quiet sob, rather out of character for her, the bold boheme, came through her muffled mouth. Isaac had been bad enough, thinking he could paint the future, but Peter… Peter was borderline insane.

"Simone, I…" he breathed, moving his mouth away from hers, breaking the intense moment between them. "I have to tell you something. I wasn't… I didn't try to kill myself, I--"

"I know, Peter," Simone replied calmly, she had known Nathan, his older brother, was a liar and a snake, the only reason she attended the stupid thing was to see Peter.

"That's not it," he reiterated. She stared at him momentarily, trying to process what he was going through. "I… I was trying to fly. I can fly." The way it came out of him, he sounded nervous and excited at the same time, Simone just continued staring.

"You can fly…?" she asked, expecting it to be a complete joke. He just nodded in agreement to her question. Her staring broke and she looked away. As funny as he sounded, she was more hurt than amused by this. "Peter," she said, slowly turning her head back in his direction, a small frown on her face. "I—I have to go," she lied through her teeth. She pushed herself away and moved her bright red umbrella away from him. He smiled at her and waved, and she waved back, but as soon as she turned away she regretted doing even that.

"They're always crazy… why are they always crazy?" she murmured, her mouth barely opening and her eyes still shut as tightly as they possibly could. Slowly, her grip on the suitcase lightened and she moved her hands to her face, her left elbow balancing on the edge of the table to support the weight.

She was sad. She felt she had every right to be, all the men she liked had some sort of… insanity to them. Isaac, let alone being addicted to drugs, who could paint a picture of something that will happen, then flying boy. Maybe she had a power, too: a Craze ray. Wherever she went the crazies followed. With another quiet sob, she covered her eyes with her fingers.

Moments passed, she could feel her sadness and anger building up inside her. It was too much, she had to get out. But before she began to stand up, or even open her eyes, there was a crash. Her eyes shot open, half-expecting to see somebody in the apartment with her, but saw nobody. All that was different was that her briefcase wasn't next to her, anymore.

No, it was on the other side of the room, and there was a dent in the wall.