I am so sorry for being so late in posting this new chapter. Life has a way of overwhelming and I have been a causality of that chaos. I will not dredge into details but I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Please post a review and tell me what you think of the direction of the plot.

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Heroes - Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter eight - The Bad girl

Sam Beckett held onto the dashboard and arm rest of the squad car with white knuckles as Noah ground the gas pedal to the floor boards and sent the car careening though the streets of New York City. With each stop in the flow of traffic Noah Bennett would lurch car hard and crank the steering wheel to turn the police squad car down a side alley to avoid traffic. With each new alley way the tires would squeal and Sam would go airborne and slammed his head into ceiling.

"Slow down Noah!" Sam pleaded as the car hit a sharp turn and the tires below them slid across the pavement. "She is dead! I know it is hard to accept, but she is not going to get any less dead by us risking our lives to get there like this!"

Noah ignored the Detective as the strobing lights on top of the patrol car painted a strobing blue and red across the windshield before him. Far ahead he could see that traffic was at a standstill. They were only a few blocks away! He gunned the engine and roared on into the stopped traffic.

"Noah! Stopped traffic!" Sam bellowed as he gripped the dashboard with eyes open wide in fear.

At the last moment Noah turned the wheel and with an incredible jolt the squad car leapt from the road and onto the sidewalk. With sirens blaring and a hand on the car horn; Noah expertly steered the vehicle through dodging and fleeing pedestrians. Business men jumped out of the way as the car passed with mere inches to spare. Women in anger slammed their bags on the hood of the car as it passed and squeezed by.

Trash cans flew through the air as the car plowed through. Noah slammed on the brakes and yanked hard on the wheel as a woman pushing a stroller tumbled over on the sidewalk in their way. Her screams, as she grabbed her small child in her desperate arms rung in Detective Sam's ears as the squad car dropped two wheels back into the street and flew by the woman with a screech of the tires.

With a crash and a sudden impact the squad car scraped across several parked cars and then burst from the sidewalk back into traffic at an open intersection. Cars weaved past them with blaring horns as Noah steered them down the wrong way on a one way street. "Noah!" Sam shouted as a bus entered their path and with a crunch of metal against metal the squad car was tossed aside and into the path of three on coming taxi cabs.

With lightening reflexes Noah hit the auto dial on his cell phone, and grabbed the gear shift on the steering column of the squad car and threw it into reverse. Tires squealed! Smoke filled the car and the road around them! The cell phone rang and then he heard a familiar voice.

"Tracy! Claire! Morgue!" Noah shouted as the squad car impacted with multiple oncoming traffic victims. The air bags detonated, and Noah lost consciousness.

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Tracy closed her cell phone and raced down the hallway, leaving Peter and Molly as she sprinted and twisted around the rambling hospital staff. Claire was in trouble! Why the morgue? Questions, questions! She pushed open the stairwell doors and took two steps at a time to the next floor above them. Crashing through the fire door of the main floor of the Hospital, She rounded the corner of the hallway and lost her balance, stumbling into the far wall of the passageway. With a spike of pain that shot through her arm, she groaned, "Please Lord, I have one child lost, another upstairs in a hospital bed; I need you to protect Claire." With a grunt she pushed herself off the wall as she wondered why her shoulder hurt so much. Her natural defense power should have kicked in. She lifted a hand and rubbed her shoulder, just as a warm hand grabbed her other hand and pulled her to a stop. With fury and anger that shocked her sane mind, she turned toward her interloper, "I need to get inside that room!" She shouted with fury mixed with motherly worry, looking coldly into the eyes of Gabriel Gray.

"You heard didn't you?" she asked with a hint of stubborn pride in her voice.

"Yes," He whispered, "We need to approach this with caution."

"Gabriel, its Claire in there!" Tracy whispered back in almost a shout.

"I understand, but watch!" Gabriel lifted his hand and showed her a sputtering flickering light. "Whatever is on the other side of that door is something very dangerous. Let me go first." Gabriel stepped past her and lifted from a nearby utility cart and silver plated bed pan and held it at his side and he pressed an ear to the door.

Tracy watched, while lifting her own hand into her field of vision and saw her skin rippled and shimmered from solid to liquid, but she could not force her form to change, or take full liquid form. Suddenly she had a deep fear at the center of her heart. "Gabriel, be careful!" she gasped in a hushed voice that exposed her fear.

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Peter and watched through the observation glass as the Doctor assisted young Molly into the third bed of the medical room. "Before we wake the two young girls, I will need to sedate Molly to prevent her from mentally linking to one or both and experiencing any adverse effects." The Doctor stated. "Now let's get you all settled little one. Nurse will you please prepare the injection as I tuck this beautiful young girl in nice and comfy tight."

Molly was frightened. It had been less than hour since she had woken from her last attack. Which girl was the one that linked to her mind? The presence in her head had been so powerful she had been thrown into spasms and pain instantly. What would happen now that than she would be sedated? Would she sleep through the awakening? Would she dream while under the medicine? She hoped she would dream. She wanted to imagine she was riding a Pegasus high over the open ocean. Watching dolphins break the water surface and leap into the air turning in aerial acrobats and tricks to amuse their queen. She would be the queen of the oceans.

Molly settled back with a sigh, yes Queen of the oceans! She watched as the nurse skillfully found her small vein and inserted the needle with only a slight prick. As the medicine started to affect her perceptions, the room started to swoon and she could feel her heart beat pound in her chest. Queen, of the oceans! Queen of the rolling white foam of the waves! She closed her eyes in rest, she was going to be the queen, but who would be her king!

"Mr. Petrelli, the child is now in a deep induced sleep, she will be unaware of the events about to unfold. We have also connected her to the EKG machine and the nurse will be monitoring her brain waves as we proceed." The Doctor explained.

Thank you Doctor," Peter spoke in a soft almost absent minded tone.

"This will take time to awake the mystery children." The Doctor informed. "The one girl is only in an exhausted faint; but the other has been placed in a drug induced coma. It might take a bit of time to find the right mixture to bring her about."

"Start with her then Doctor," Peter directed, "let the other one sleep."

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Noah Bennett slowly opened his eyes to the sounds of sirens and shouting voices. The squad car rocked slowly back and forth on its hood, still swaying from the impact. His ears rang with a loud thundering echo that drowned out all other noises beyond a droning background roar. Blood ran down his fingers as he fought through siring pain and fumbled with his seat belt buckle. His mind was cloudy, his mouth dry, his face felt hot and he could feel his own pulse in his skin. His fingers fumbled with the buckle, slipping over the release through the blood. Then with a click he fell forward, as the belt snapped apart. With speed defying his age and injuries, he covered his face and head with his arms as he crashed into the ceiling of the squad car and pulled his legs clear of the steering wheel.

"Claire!" He mumbled to himself as his mind was jolted by the fall.

He looked to his partner and placed a finger to Sam's neck. He hung lifeless from passenger seat; his seat belt restraining his massive form from tumbling onto the roof of the car like himself. There was a pulse! He was alive. Noah whispered a word of thanks as he drew back his foot and with all his strength kicked at the driver side window. He could see through the front windshield the bus that hit them was now turned on its side, and it was crushing three smaller cars. Citizens were crawling over the bus and automobiles, helping to pull victims from the wreckage. He could see several police vehicles surrounding the overturned squad car, and officers were rushing to his side of the car.

With a yell of anger he kicked one more time and felt the glass give way and shatter out into the street. He slid his feet out the side and crawled out of the squad car feet first. As he cleared the window and was free of the squad car, he rested his head against the cold steel of the driver door. "Hands on your head!" a man yelled with authority. Noah blinked blood from his vision as he heard a dozen weapons drop a bullet in the chamber, and saw the muzzles point at him.

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Peter watched with bridled anticipation as the doctor worked over the young girl in the induced coma. Who were they? Who did they belong to? Were they enemy, or friend? His heart he could feel beat slightly faster deep in his chest. Somehow these girls would be cause of his death. Somehow they would kill him. Somehow Melody was involved, but he had not figured everything out just yet. He needed to find Melody. He needed to know more information. He needed to know if his family would be safe when he died. What is he turned his back and let the girls die? They could be just another nameless victim of the crime on the streets of New York City. He could reach into their minds right now and with his power, break their flesh under his mental grip. The threat would be gone. The dreams would end. He could sleep. His family would be safe.

Peter stepped closer to the observation window and placed one hand palm open against the glass. He could feel the warmth coming from the room on the other side of the glass. He could sense the energy pulsing through the walls about him. He concentrated and ever so gently he rested his mind on the little girl the doctor was not looking at for the movement; the child that Gabriel had brought in. She had been near death already. She was of little importance to the group. Only Gabriel seemed to have any connection to the small girl. He had said her name was Esmeralda; an ancient name. A name not used in modern circles of society. She could die right now and no one would think anything suspicious. He moved his pinky finger suddenly and watched with satisfaction as the little girl's left leg jerked in the same direction he had moved his finger.

She could die. She needed to die. Peter needed to live. He needed to live. He was not ready to admit defeat. He was not ready to quit. She was the enemy. She was the cause of his death. She was the reason for all his pain. She was the one hurting Molly. He tapped his middle finger on the glass before him and watched as the little girls head lifted off the bed and then bounced softly back against the pillow. Peter looks back at the doctor and nurse in the room, they were distracted. They had their attentions on the other child and the mixing and administering of the adrenaline that would bring the child out of her coma.

Now! He needed to do this now, before anyone was looking. Before the doctor turned and noticed. She would be just documented as passing in her sleep. Peter looked back at the sleeping form of the young child. She was not sleeping any longer. She was sitting up in the bed, locked her eyes on him through the glass and screamed.

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Gabriel Gray pressed his ear against the closed door of the morgue and tried to listen, as Tracy pressed close behind him. She held in her hand a long steel pipe; holding it in her grip like a baseball bat ready to clip a home run over the wall in center field. Her eyes blazed with worry and motherly revenge. She was ready to do whatever she found necessary to save her child. Mother Hen was ready to save her little chick.

The room was silent beyond the door. He could hear two heart beats, one slow and steady, the other quick like a person gripped in fear. With expert care he placed his hand on the door handle and pressed slowly. The door opened inwardly on silent hinges. Then slowly he leaned in to look around the door into the room. The morgue looked bleak and sterile. Lying on the floor is a small pool of blood was the medical attendant that must have been running the daily operations of the room that afternoon. The young man's eyes stared at Gabriel with the blank focus of death. A small bullet hole marred his olive skin just above the left eyebrow. Gabriel could tell it was a point blank kill by the powered marks on the flesh around the entry wound.

He stepped into the room while holding the door open for Tracy. A single individual stood over the body of Claire Bennet. The person was dressed in all black and gray, with a mask pulled down over their head to conceal their identity. Gabriel's heart began to race. This was the same one from the sewers; the same one that almost killed him twice. She was not going to harm Claire! If Claire's powers were stunted like before. If she could not heal, then when the bar was removed from her body she would die permanently.

Tracy swung wide in the room, squatting down lower behind the gurneys and file cabinets. He took a slow breath, as the attacker reached for the re barb-bar imbedded in the socket of the dead girl laying on the table. "Step away from her!" Gabriel commanded as he reached out and grabbed the attacker by the belt, and with all his strength and a grunt of anger; he lifted her off the floor and tossed the attacker across the room.

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Esmeralda screamed at the top of her lungs. Where was her grandfather! Who were these people? What happened to her angel? "Grand Father!" she yelled with all her heart. Tears rolled down her checks as the floor beneath her began to tremble. "Grand Father! Help me!" She screamed again, as she grabbed at the straps the held her to the bed. Like a caged animal she snarled and snapped at the nurse that rushed to her with a syringe of medication to calm the girl down. The nurse reached out for the small girl's arm, as the little child barked in a deep husky voice, "NO!"

The nurse collapsed the floor in pain, writhing in pain the nurse held her hands to her head as blood flowed from her nose and eyes. Peter rushed to the door of the medical room as the roof tiles began to fall and the floor cracked under his feet. "Grand Father!" the girl yelled as the doctor left the other girl and rushed to the nurse on the floor, "Stop child, you're killing her!" the doctor demanded as he lifted the nurse off the floor and rushed her to the door just as Peter managed to get the door open and stepped into the room.

The young child took a breath as she saw her sister on the bed beside her. A new fear flashed across her face as her sister began to stir, her small arms lifting off the bed in a long stretch and yawn. "NO!" Esmeralda pleaded with Peter. "We cannot be awake at the same time..." she cried with gut wrenching tears. The floor stopped shaking and the pounding in Peter's head subsided. "I am sorry, I am sorry." the little girl pleaded.

"It will be okay." Peter smiled back at the little girl.

"No!" the little girl wailed, "She is a bad girl! She will hurt us all! We cannot be awake at the same time! Grandfather said so." With all her strength Esmeralda smashed her forehead into the plaster wall beside her. The wall cracked under the blow. Again and again she beat her head, "We cannot be awake together!" She cried as Peter rushed to her side as incredible pain once more pounded in his head. The building shook on its foundation as the walls of the room splintered in cracks and the floor heaved underneath like a stormy sea. Peter's head hurt like it was in a vise. His body shuddered in pain as he tried to console the emotionally volatile child. Peter drew the child into his arms as they heard a small voice beside them ask in a dry whisper "Grandfather?"

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Gabriel stumbled as the ground underneath his feet suddenly lifted and twisted hard to the left. With a groan the building around them shifted on its foundation and several of the roof tiles slipped from their mounting brackets and crashed to the floor. With his full attention on the woman before him he slowly pivoted and turned as the woman in black circled round the room toward the door. "Who are you?" He shouted with barely contained rage. The woman said nothing as she placed her hands on a dissection table and continued to back towards the door.

The floor lurched again under their feet as the water pipes above their heads burst and rained down a cloud of vapor that filled the room and shielded her from his view. With just a moment's hint of panic, Gabriel stepped back as a Black booted foot flew through the air and collided with his chin. With a shout of attack the woman flew through the mist and with both knees hit in the center of his chest. The blow to the chin still rung in his head as he landed hard on the floor with the attacker on top of him, pounding her fists like bolts of lightning into his face.

Gabriel covered his face with one arm as he swung his other arm at the attackers head. He needed to protect Claire! The attacker swiftly trapped his arm before he could make contact under her own limb and pinned his against the core of her body. Then with incredible agility she rolled over onto one shoulder and spun around to sit on his chest now with his arm between her legs and gripped with one hand as she arched her back and slammed her free fingers deep into the soft spot at the base of his throat. He couldn't breathe. It felt like a knife had just pierced through his throat. With a heave of desperation, Gabriel grabbed the woman by the mask and pulled at her face; as he felt and heard a horrible snap, and his trapped arm went numb.

The building lurched again as the emergency lights flashed. The attacker slid off his chest and faded into the mist of water, laughing softly as he rolled on his side clutching his broken arm. Where did she go? He thought as he lifted himself painfully back to his feet. It was the same woman from earlier that morning. She had been hunting the little girl. Now she was here. He could not let her hurt Claire. He needed to protect the child from the threat. He scanned the room squinting through the mist as he turned slowly around. The water clouded the room and made it almost impossible to see anything for more than a few feet in any direction.

Once more the room shook and with such force he was knocked to his knees. The floor beneath him cracked and split, releasing gases from the pipes below. Suddenly she jumped at him from out of the mist and collided against him with all her weight. She pressed against his face something and pulled a trigger that made a snap, and then 30,000 volts shot through his body.

With his body convulsing with electricity Gabriel grabbed the attacker's wrist just below the gloves that projected her hands from exposure. His entire body was covered in water from the ruptured pipes above. His hand and fingers latched on to the woman's arm and felt soft skin. At the second his flesh touched her own the electricity arched through his arm in into her with the force of a freight train.

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Angela placed her hand firmly over her heart and pressed hard to silence the pounding that beat against her ribcage. Alfred turned the last corner with the car and nosed slowly into the parking lot of Southside Memorial Hospital. Hundreds of people ran from the building as the ground underneath the car shook violently. Attendants and Nurses were helping the wounded that could walk make their way from the building as doctors and emergency personal tried their best to direct traffic of the title-wave of humanity that spilled from the building.

People banged against the moving car as they rushed past in their terror. She could see the walls of the building crack and large sections of rock facing fall to the street and parking lot, with only the blessings of the hand of God; no one was crushed or killed. Suddenly the ground lurched hard and Alfred hit the brakes. Angela's head smashed against the window and she could feel blood flowing down her face. The ground seemed to disappear from under the car as it dropped several feet, nose first into a massive crack in the parking lot pavement, coming to rest with a tremendous jolt. The airbags deployed around the driver seat and she could see Alfred slump over steering wheel, and did not move.

The concrete of the parking lot pressed against the rear doors of the car as she fumbled with the door handles. Her vision blurred as more blood made its way down the side of her face from a large gash deep in her forehead. She quickly grabbed a towel from below the mini-bar of the passenger area, normally stored to wipe down the side of a chilled champagne bottle before serving; and pressed it against her forehead, ignoring the pain that shot through her face as the towel touched her face.

With her foot, she dug the heal of her shoe against the seat facing her for balance and reached to the controls to open the sunroof. With a gasp of relief she dropped the towel and hoisted herself through the opening and stared wide-eyed as the wave of people rushed by her, and the building burst into flames.

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Melody and Hiro ran down the street to the nearest taxi. She opened the door and climbed into vehicle but lifted her hand and prevented Hiro from entering. She gently placed her hand on Hiro's his chest and smiled a soft and warm smile that melted all his worries away. Then she looked him deep into the eyes. "Today is the day. You must not follow me, Hiro. Go, find Molly! You must save her! She needs you, and you're the only one that can help her now." Hiro took a fast breath as a million questions rolling through his mind. Who was Melody? Why had she called him her Chichi? How did she know Molly was in danger? How could he get to Molly with his powers shut down?

Melody took Hiro's face in her hands and with tenderness beyond comprehension she kissed him in the center of his forehead. With a rush of heat his body felt like it was on fire. He felt like a giant awoke deep in his soul. He could feel his powers roaring back with an overwhelming flood. His skin began to tingle as his eyes glowed a pail white and then faded to their natural brightness, "Now go save Molly, and whatever you do, do not let go of her hand!"

Hiro looked with confusion as Melody swung her feet into the Taxi. Her face clouded for just a moment with fear, worry, pain, and then glowed with earnest hope, "Save Molly! Then come and save me! I have waited so very long."

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Peter Petrelli struggled against the invisible force that pressed him against the wall. The room about him was on fire. Flames ate at his skin and he could smell his own flesh burn. The pressure increased against his bones with each effort he made to escape. He felt his bones grind under the force and blood flowed from his nose and eyes. With all his strength he placed one hand against the wall on either side of his body and pushed. Inch by inch he pushed away from the wall. The Child before him roared with a voice that echoed throughout the room. "Where is my grandfather?" she closed the fingers of her out stretched hand with hatred and anger; as Peter once more flew back against the wall, grabbing at his throat for breath.

"Stop, Bethany!" Esmeralda pleaded with her sister, "You're hurting him! He is a friend of the Angel." tears flowed down her face, mixing with blood from a fresh cut on her forehead. "Please Bethany."

"There are no such things as Angels!" the other child wailed. "They want to hurt us! He wants to hurt us!" Bethany screamed as her eyes glowed a flaming red-ish orange. "Grandfather warned us. He said they would come for us. They would take us from him and do bad things to us."

Peter glanced toward the door, now open after the doctor and nurses fled the room. The open door partially blocked his view of the still form of young Molly in the hospital bed beyond. "We are not going to hurt you child. We only want to help." He gasp between breaths. "I will not hurt you, even now." Then he closed his eyes. His body began to glow with a white light that filled the room. A light that washed out all sight. The child dropped her mental hold and covered her eyes.

Peter dropped to the floor and stood leaning toward the children like he was on a slanted surface fighting against a hurricane force winds. "You are evil!" the child screamed as she covered her eyes with one hand and with the other pushed her hand toward him palm open. Flooring ripped up and crashed against the far wall. Medical equipment launched into the air and broke into dozens of burning pieces as it smashed against the flame covered walls. "Where are you!" She screamed as Peter rushed to Molly's side. He had to get her out of the room. The hospital was collapsing. He had to save her first.

Molly opened her eyes in a daze, the drugs still filled her system, but she was coming around. Her eyes blurred and glowed a pale blue. Her lips moved as she whispered in a haunting voice that matched the other two girls identically speaking at the same time, with the same mind, and same thought, "I SEE YOU!" Molly's hands grabbed Peter around the neck and gripped tight. "The evil must die!" Molly's lips spoke. Peter grabbed at her wrists and pulled her hands away from his throat. "I am your friend. Please let us help you."

Peter turned back toward the girls and his light faded, the room shook as the earth moved and ceiling tiles fell to the floor about them. "Bethany, he only wants to help!" Esmeralda pleaded as she lifted a hand and grabbed her sister's arm. With fear and shock both girls looks down at the touch; instantly the flames vanished. The floor stopped shifting. Peter could feel the pressure in his head stop. Both girls gasped in fear, "not again!" as an incredible explosion of power erupted from them and a ring of blue light shot out from them in all directions. The light cut through the walls in all directions leaving a scorched ring of blue flame.

Peter dropped to the floor with Molly in his arms as the ring passed just over his head.

The children screamed in pain as the very air between them rippled with heat and fire. The girls tried to let go of each other. Their hands where frozen against one another. They could not stop was about to happen. in one voice that screamed from the mouth on each girl and echoed through the lips of the unconscious Molly, as they turned to Peter, pleading," Help us, we are sorry!"

With a flash of light and an explosion of power, the space between the girls ripped in two. A window opened in the space and a tremendous wind whipped about and Peter could feel his body being pulled toward the glowing hole in space.

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Gabriel watched as the electricity coursed through the attacker's body. With a sinister laugh he held onto her with all his strength, she was not going anywhere. Suddenly a figure loomed from out of the water spray and a arm swung. There was a loud sound of metal connecting with flesh, and the attacker slumped over him out cold. The Taser dropped out the woman's fingers and onto the floor. With exhaustion Gabriel collapsed back on the wet floor and groaned in pain, "Get her off me!"

Tracy rolled the unconscious woman away from Gabriel as the walls burst into flames.

"That is not good." Tracy said as she helped him to his feet.

"We need to go!" Gabriel warned, "This building is coming down! And without our powers, we will not survive."

Tracy looked down at the unmoving attacker, "Grab Claire, I have an idea."

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Noah Bennet rubbed his wrists as the police officer returned his handcuffs to his utility belt, "Sorry Detective. With all the chaos of the accident and you in an unmarked car, we had no idea who you were."

Detective Sam Becket sat on the tailgate of the ambulance with an icepack wrapped in a towel pressed against his right temple, as an EMT worked over the him stitching closed a long gash on the back on his scalp, "Thank you officer, we are in your debt."

Noah watched the officer nod and leave with the nerves of a caged lion. Every fiber of his being was on alert. He had to get to the hospital. "Sam, we have to get the Southside. There are things about Claire that you do not understand."

"Noah, please!" Sam barked as he motioned the EMT away for some privacy. "Unless you can tell me that your little girl can pull a Lazarus in the morgue, there is nothing else I need to know." Sam looked at Noah like a man that had just placed his opponent in checkmate and was waiting for the reality to settle in. But Noah said nothing and just looked at Sam with that same look he gave him only a few months ago after he had seen incredible things happen at the old Petrelli mansion.

Sam moved the Ice pack over to middle of his forehead as he closed his eyes in pain, "Blast! This day just keeps getting better!"

Noah Bennet felt a frail hand touch his arm. The hand was small and scared from horrifying burns. He looked up into the face of a woman he had seen before. Her disfigured face now only inches away from his own, "Please help me find my daughter!" she pleaded in a husky smoke damaged voice, and she held up for him to see a picture of a small blonde girl dressed in a school uniform, with a large green ribbon in her hair."

"Hey, that looks just like the child we pulled out to the sewers this morning, but she had a different color ribbon in her hair," Detective Beckett mumbled as looked over Noah's shoulder.

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Peter Petrelli held his ground as the room about them swirled in a wind that ripped everything from the walls and sucked it through the vortex now gaping open between the two small girls. With one hand he held on to the door and with the other he held onto Molly's outstretched arm. "Please Uncle Peter, Help me!" Molly screamed as the vortex tugged at her bare feet and hospital gown. Her hair covered her face as the wind swished it back and forth with such force; it was cutting her skin and even leaving bruises. The look in her eyes as she stared back at Peter was one of pure fear.

Peter turned his body as he held to the doorknob of the room as debris whipped past them and disappeared into the flaming hole in space. He could feel the door start to give, and with a lunge he placed one foot to the floor and shifted his grip from the door to the edge of the doorjamb; just as the door broke free from its hinges and tumbled through the wind and with a flash of light and a blink, it vanished into nothing. The children now stood in the center of the room, as their medical bed's and Molly's were the first to go through the gap.

"Mr. Petrelli, give me your hand!" a voice shouted over the winds. Peter looked up and could see the doctor had returned. He had propped his body against the wall that divided the exam room from the observation room that Peter had been standing in only a short time ago. "Give me your hand and I will pull you in!" the doctor shouted once more. "Save the girl!" Peter demanded, "Molly! I am going to pull you to the doctor. Grab his hand!" Peter yelled over the noise of the winds.

Summoning the strength, Peter gripped Molly's arm and lifted her against the torrent of the vortex, inch by inch he brought his arm closer to the out stretched hand of the doctor. Molly tried to kick her feet to gain ground against the floor, but there was no traction and she only made matters worse. "Stop kicking Molly, I almost have you!" The doctor shouted as Peter roared with effort, as he lifted the girl past his face and closer to the doctor. Suddenly the doorway cracked under the pressure and Peter knew they only had seconds to spare. With a prayer for luck he let go of Molly's arm and with lightning speed grabbed her around the waist. Molly crashed against his body as he held the small girl tight. With his other hand he pulled their combined weight toward the doctor and away from the vortex.

"I got you child," the doctor shouted as Peter let go and grabbed the door jamb with both hands. He looked up as with the vortex the room was no longer subject the normal gravity. The doctor was standing now on the wall bracing his legs and pulling young Molly through the door way. There was a brief flash and Peter could see Hiro transport into the observation room and with the sudden unexpected gravity shift fly off his feet and through the door way straight for the open hole in space.

With a groan of effort Peter caught Hiro by the belt, "I got you!" just as the wall above them gave way and the doctor lost his grip on Molly. With a scream of terror Molly flew through the air toward the open hole. The children held their arms out to try and stop her, but they could do nothing as her legs entered the open hole. Peter watched in pure horror as Molly disappeared into the vortex, only her arms now showing with her open hands grasping at anything for help. Hiro shoved an envelope into Peter's hand and suddenly vanished. He reappeared right in front on the vortex and grabbed hold of both of Molly's hands, "I will not let you go!" Hiro cried as the vortex pull him and consumed them both in a flash of light.

Peter let go the wall and allowed the winds to grab him. He had to save them. He could not let the children be lost in the void. The vortex winds swirled about him and with a tremendous pull drug him toward the opening; when his ears heard gun fire from behind him and watched as both girls drop to the floor in blood. The vortex vanished as the winds stopped instantly, tumbling Peter to the floor. He jumped to his feet and rushed to the space where the vortex had moment before crackled and cut through time and space. It was gone. He could still feel the energy in the air. He turned to see who had fired a weapon.

Angela Petrelli past Peter with cold eyes of ice, as she stared at the children now lying on the floor in blood; over her pistol, and a curl of smoke coming from its barrel.

~ Heroes - Rise of the Phoenix ~

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