(The birds chirp and nature sings. In a broad wide open field covered in tall dead grass surrounded by beautiful snowy mountains, a figure lurks in hopes of escaping pursuers. The morning sun rises and peaks over the mountain, shining a bright beam of light onto an older man and his young daughter, whom is lying on a hill starring into a scoped rifle. She aims her rifle out into the distant and feels the cold breeze of the wind flowing through her long brown hair, holds her breath… and releases the shot. She looks over at her father and the two give off a smile to one another. Very, very subtle sound of screaming is continuously heard in the background.)
Father: (Helps guide her arms into the right position) Don't be too tense. Focus on where you want to hit your target- not too lethal okay; not in this instance.
(She lets off a shot again out into the field and flocking birds rush out of the area toward the skies.)
Father: Control your breathing. Don't let the target intimidate you. Its your prey; you're its predator; don't be scared to hurt it. Now take a deep breath in, hold it and steady your aim.
(She releases a long exhale then takes in a deep inhale. She aims her rifle yet again but remains still and collected. She takes the shot and the subtle screaming becomes louder.)
Girl: (Excited) Daddy, look! I got 'em right where I wanted!
Father: Good, honey; now let's get it before it crawls away.
(The father and the daughter walk through the large field, listening to the various species of birds and animals, and eventually approach a young man holding his bleeding shoulder and leg screaming.)
Father: (Looks down at him with an empty stare) No one can hear ya, son. This here's private country.
Young man: (Distraught and holding his leg in pain) Please! Wait, sorry! I didn't hurt anyone!
Father: (Stares down at him with a look of rage) Look away baby girl.
Girl: Okay dadd-
(Before she could fully turn around, he shoots the young man, and his daughter, let out a high-pitch scream. She covers her ears but only after the shot has been fired. The father stares at the body for a few more seconds before letting off another shot. He takes a moment to calm himself before turning to his daughter and sees drops of blood on her clothing. He drops to his knees and gives her a comforting hug.)
Father: Sorry, babygirl; sorry you had to see that. (Tightly hold her close to him)
(Time passes; an old truck, barely able to drive, pulls up beside the father and girl. The girl can't help but to sit on a large rock and stare out into nothingness. A couple gets out of the truck and approach the father.)
Woman: She see the whole thing?
Father: She did; what business is it of yours? She had to see this close up.
Man: Let's not get hostile here; what did law enforcement tell you?
Father: I didn't make the call.
Man: Your end o the deal was to make sure the public confirms him dead. Our end of cannot be fulfilled until your end is done. Let his family mourn, and after the funeral, our job will be done.
Several weeks later]
(The young boy who was shot before by the little girl opens his eyes. He looks down barefoot; wearing all white scrubs. The room around him is so white it's nearly blinding. His eyes eventually adjust and he sees an assortment of computers, dissecting tools, and other medical instruments. He tries to get up but his wrists are strapped to the bed. After a very short time, however, the door is opened and the restraints release him. Two doctors come through the door and approach him.)
Doctor: Ah, Mr. Miles. How're we feeling? (Examines his eye dilation with his flashlight) Hope we put you back together alright. (Lowers his flashlight)
Young Man: (Struggling to breath) What am I doing here…?
Doctor: Come, sit up, sit up.
(The doctor helps the young man properly sit up.)
Doctor: Good; good; your strength is at moderate function.
Young Man: (Gasping and takes very long breaths) Why… am I here…?
Doctor: Oh this? This, is your new home. Do you like what you see so far?
Young Man: Where's… my family? Are-are they existent?
Doctor: Hmm… Your dialogue seems a bit off; we'll have to make a note of it. Ah… your family is okay. Well, right now they're not. They think you're dead- which you were, but we brought you hack, along with many others who were like you.
Young Man: Why- did you bring me here, back?
Doctor: (Takes a breath) Because people like you do not deserve to see the other side, I am sorry. When one of you dies or is presumed dead, we find your bodies, bring you back, and use you for our convenience.
Young Man: Wha- (In disbelief) Evil…
Doctor: Not denying that, but in times of war, we all pick a side and I for one am picking the side I feel is winning. The Brave new world needs structure and we will help give it.
(The door is opened again and this time an Englishman and a darker-skinned woman with green eyes enter.)
Englishman: Have I missed the welcoming speech?
Doctor: Just the prologue.
Englishman: Good, cause I don't want this one to know why he's here; I want him locked in a cell knowing that no one's looking for him and everyone he cares about, already think he's in heaven. (Diabolically laughs) We've got plans for you, little rabbit. (Grins)
(In a separate symmetrically designed square room covered in cotton, a dark-skinned man is seen sitting on the floor starring at the wall of glass leading out into the hall. A faint buzzing sound is heard through the room from the overhead fluorescent lights. A smaller glass door connected to it is opened and the doctors toss the young man in there.)
Young Man: Why here?
Doctor: We're not entirely monsters. Some subject's minds are more cooperative when not isolated. Eh… simply- the human species is very codependent and as long as you have companionship in this cell your mind will still have some- "positive" chemical releases. Night, night, now. (Chuckles and closes the door as he leaves)
Young Man: (Turns around and struggles to process a sentence in his head) Miles. What- (Mind blanks out a few seconds) Your name is? (Suddenly gets sad) Oh… Are you getting out again?
Dark-skinned Man: Afraid not, son. Ya, this place is worse than prison- once you stuck here, you a'int getting out.
Young Man: You're not sad?
Dark-Skinned Man: (Smirks) They took somebody I cared about and they know that as long as I know she's alive, I have something to fight for. (Stands and walks up to the glass wall) As long as I hold on to her, I'm still alive inside, but If I do let her go, I will be dead inside but free to carelessly die without a care. (Faces the young man) You asked for my named- most just call me D.L.
[Heroes: Created by Tim Kring (Eclipse turns around again to reveal the words Resurrection)]
(Peter sits in a therapists office looking at a pendulum go back and forth. His pupils begin to dilate, his palms sweat, breathing becomes unstable and body to lightly shivers.)
Peter: (Slams his hand on the desk and quickly leans back into the couch cushion) Ergh.
Evelyn: Don't blame yourself too much, Peter happiness is something that must be worked on. Even if you were to find happiness, your internal foundations for holding in happiness may not be the most stable. Unless you have a resting place for joy, happiness, and peace, these things will only be an ember of light.
Peter: … I have my mother and friends. I still have my determination to help people.
Evelyn: And how much of that help do you give yourself?
Peter: (Sighs in frustration) I guess none.
Evelyn: You have this thing called the hero mentality, Peter. You always wanna go off and save others but it can also be a distraction for mending what is broken inside or you. I understand that wanting to be happy can sometimes feel selfish or even… dare I say evil. Joy seems to come so natural to people-
Peter: Not me. I don't feel that. Joy isn't natural for me.
Evelyn: Maybe that's the cycle you have to break.
Peter: If there is an afterlife, I'm here just to simply help others then move on. That's what my life is.
Evelyn: And is that the mentality that's blocking you for accepting happiness? Even if you are a producer of life externally, you could still feel dead within. That dead feeling within is normal for chosen people like you. But that dead feeling inside comes from the inner knowing that this world is missing something. In journeys I'm sure you found that you were happy- carefree even.
Peter: I was, yeah. Personally I felt I had purpose.
Evelyn: Usually an event happens in our lives which make us feel broken or like a piece of who we are is missing. That peak of life energy inside of us we had all those years ago is, for some of us, the very thing we spend our lives reclaiming. We get too caught up in our pain that we neglect to acknowledge that each hardship, trial, situation, or relationship in our life is manifested from our pain; for our pain to be acknowledged and healed. If pain were a person, it would be suicidal attempting not to end itself, but to renew itself back to its peak before it formed into pain.
Peter: … I can acknowledge that my parents were always too busy for me; always off doing their own thing; giving by brother most of the attention. I know what it's like being empty, alone… alone…
Evelyn: That makes sense why you're so empathic. You've longed for love and now you don't wanna see the rest of the world hurting like you. (Takes a deep breath) You could have all the knowledge in the world, Peter but until you know how to live from that knowledge, you remain dead on the inside. Just because you walk, talk, and breathe, that doesn't mean you are alive.
(Evelyn and Peter take a moment to process everything.)
Narrator: Are we really the masters of our own fate? Intension and reward bypass one another but does it cost our ability to lie in better faith? Mohinder: All knowledge can remain dormant within the mind but unless that knowledge is realized through how we live, it means nothing more to the biology of human evolution.
(Various college students sit indifferent about their professor's speech.)
Geneticist: Trauma, pain, joy, happiness; nostalgia- these traits all are held inside our body and create new foundations from which carries the soul throughout our lives and passes on thriving or complex genomes to future generations. If we examine the foundations of why we make certain actions, we may-
(The bell rings to dismiss the class.)
Geneticist: Well. Looks like that is all for today. We will continue chapter 13 tomorrow.
(In Chennai, India, a bright geneticist in his mid-to-late 30's is seen strolling down an exterior hall of a university. He passes by two bright female students.)
Female Student: Good afternoon, Dr. Suresh!
Suresh: Afternoon; keeping up on your studies I hope.
(After a short time, Suresh walks down a hall of the university and hundreds of people come rushing out of their rooms heading to their next classes. Suresh squeezes his way through the crowd and into a large classroom. There he sees a beautiful woman around his age grading papers. The two of them smile at one another, once they make eye contact, and Suresh quickly rushes over to give her a loving kiss.)
Mira: My, my, Professor; I'd do anything for an A plus.
Suresh: (Smiles) How about having dinner with me tonight? We can celebrate that new promotion, or maybe we can go out and just have a good time. What do you say?
Mira: Mohinder, I've got a lot of grading to do tonight-
Mohinder: Do it in the morning. Tomorrow is your day off so you'll have plenty of time. Come on, Mira; let's just have one night to ourselves.
(She thinks about it for a short while but can't resist that look of determination in his eyes. She smiles and agrees to have dinner with him. The two of them hug with excitement. Outside of the classroom door, a German-American man in his late 20's is seen standing on the other side of the door watching the two of them hug. He holds one hand on the door knob but after a few seconds of watching them, he walks away.)
Mohinder: Alright, I'll get the reservations ready and get the affairs in order. Make sure you wear something memorable tonight. I'll see you soon.
Mira: Sure thing, Mohinder.
(The two kiss one last time and Mohinder leaves the classroom.)
[Isolated forest]
(Hidden in a cabin is a young man in his late 20's drawing something on a large white canvas. He puts all of his focus into every detail of his drawing while a small clock in the room endlessly ticks and tocks. The clock continues to tock and the sound of his pencil sliding across the paper adds a soothing sound to the quiet atmosphere to the ears. A tiny drop of sweat can be seen on his forehead but he tries his best to ignore it and continue his drawing. The soothing sound of his clock is suddenly interrupted by the loud sounds of rumbling outside of his cabin. He comes to a sudden stop and gently places his pencil on the side of his desk. Outside of his cabin, two individuals are seen exiting their truck and stepping out into the cold snowy air- one male and one female.)
Rachael: This looks like the perfect place to stay off the radar.
Eli Stevens: Well this is the last lead we got on this guy so hopefully our intel' was reliable.
(The two of them cautiously walk toward the large three-story cabin with their hands securely in their pockets. They finally get to the door and gives it 8 loud knocks.)
Rachael: How much you wanna bet he's not going out without a fight?
Steven: Have some faith, Rach'. For all we know, he might come quietly.
(After getting a bit impatient, Rachael bangs on the door 3 more times. After a few short seconds, the door is opened by the young artist form earlier.
Stevens: Joshua Jackson?
Joshua: Hello, detective- (Glances at Rachael) And former marine. I've been expecting you.
Rachael: Yeah, I bet you have.
Joshua: Please; come in; have a seat. I'll get us all a cup of tea while we converse.
(Minutes pass and the three of them are sitting in the middle of his huge well-decorated living room sipping tea and listening to relaxing ambient music on the speakers etched into the ceiling and walls.)
Rachael: What the heck is this you're listening to?
Joshua: It soothes the soul; helps the flow of the creative process.
Stevens: I'm sure you're aware of what's been happening lately in the world?
Joshua: I do and honestly the idea of it scares me. I've always been an artist at heart, but it wasn't until recently when I heard the news about a college girl jumping off a Ferris wheel and walking away unharmed, that I realized how far my talents can really go.
Stevens: Your artwork predicts things before they happen.
Joshua: That they do and I'm guessing you're here to ask me to predict when the next lover is coming into your life?
Stevens: Something like that. We mainly wanna know what the future holds now that abilities have been made known to the public. What's going to be the end result of this?
(Joshua keeps his thoughts to himself for a few seconds but then glances at the two of them and gives them an answer.)
(Joshua quickly walks over to his small art table on the stairway between the first and second floor. He takes a seat and stares at the blank papers in front of him. He begins to make out an image, grabs a paintbrush near the edge of the table and takes a long deep breath. He closes his eyes and takes another long deep breath. His eyes open back up and display as a pure white color. Lost in a trance, he begins to uncontrollably paint and picture.)
[New York, Peter Petrelli]
(Peter is seen getting into the back of the cab and starring up at the gloomy sky. He looks ahead and sees an Indian man sitting in the driver seat awaiting instructions.)
Cab Driver: Where to, my friend?
Peter: Upstate.
(The Cab Driver starts the meter and begins to drive forward.)
Peter: (A bit hesitant) Hey, let me ask you something- have you ever felt- like you weren't doing what was right for you? Like, fulfilling your destiny?
Cab Driver: I do not think of such things. Destiny, in my opinion is what you make of it. I am in control of my own life so I take responsibility for what happens.
Peter: Yeah uh… hey nevermind; thank you. Drop me off here, please.
Cab Driver: Are you sure, I can keep going-
(The Cab Driver turns around to see Peter gone but a few dollars are left where he was sitting. On top of a rooftop, Peter looks out at the city with a gloomy look in his eyes. The wind blows in his hair and he can't help but to stare up continuously at the clouds. A puddle of water behind him shakes as though a powerful vibration was shot through it. Peter turns around startled but does not see anyone there. He turns back around and rests his arms over the edge next to another man in a black coat who's suddenly appeared beside him.)
Gabriel: Whatever happened to the owners of this building? I just wanna know why it's so special.
Peter: It belonged to someone I knew- a man I took care of before he passed.
Gabriel: My grieving has always come from guilt- (Exhales cold air and turns his head to Peter) When you haven't done anything wrong, how do you find those feelings to properly long for someone who isn't around?
Peter: (Sighs) I came here to feel better; not have a depressing conversation with you.
Gabriel: What's the difference, Peter, really?
Peter: … Look, I can't put into words what it's like losing a person you love. Sometimes the memories of that person are all you have left once they're gone, and those memories become the new reality of this person who was once here.
Gabriel: But even those will eventually slip too… and even you will be someone's last memory.
(A long moment of awkward silence fills the air.)
Gabriel: I often wondered what truly made a person dead… My victims are still with me in some form. (Raises his hand and surges blue electricity through it) Do I carry a piece of their soul with me? If that's the case, I guess the only right thing to do would be to use all these powers from my victims to help the world in some way.
Peter: (Defensive) Do whatever you want; I don't care. (Storms off agitated) Meet me back here in about half an hour.
Gabriel: I've got somewhere I need to be…
(Gabriel can't help but feel sorrow for Peter. He lets out a sigh and soars off into the sky.)
[Somewhere in the Southwest desert]
(A young Black Male parks in an open space later in the evening and glances around to make sure everything's safe. He looks beside him to see a partially sleeping blonde woman. He raises his hand to try and fully wake her up but then decides to just let her rest. He exits the vehicle secures his black leather coat and enters the gas station, trying to keep a low profile and ignoring the big sign on the front of the door. As soon as he enters, the store clerk gives him a suspicious look and licks his teeth a bit. The man ignores eye-contact and just continues on down the store isles looking for snacks. The store clerk grows inpatient rather fast.)
Clerk: Aye, boy!
(The man stops for a seconds, takes a moment to breath, then slowly looks up at the clerk.)
Clerk: You one of them freaks? (Holds a double-barrel vertically beside him) Cause the sign out there say your kind a'int welcome.
Knox: … Just passing through. I a'int here for no trouble.
Clerk: You didn't seem to answer my question. (Secures his shotgun)
Knox: (Glances back and forth at the two) I'm normal.
Clerk: (Moans) Let me see your ID then. The President issued mandatory registration a few months ago for them people that are different. Just let me see your Identification and we won't have a problem.
Knox: With all due respect, I'm not buying any liquor, just a few bottles of water and some gas.
Clerk: (Aims his shotgun from over 12 feet away) I won't feel safe with you in my store until you show me some ID, boy, now hurry before I blow a hole clean through your chest.
Knox: (Chuckles ironically) My ancestors fought to prevent this for my people; I don't deserve to go through this again. (Swallows his pride for a second) I don't have an ID.
Clerk: (Heat from his eyes) Then get out my store…
Knox: Please, our car won't make it another 30 miles down the road and we got no one else to call.
Clerk: Then no one will miss you once you fry out there.
(Knox knows that the next words to be said will result in him getting shot so he just silently leaves the store and gets back into his vehicle. The blonde woman beside him begins to finally wake up and looks to see a Danish being presented to her by Knox.)
Elle: (Smiles) I'm flattered. (Takes it with enthusiasm) If this is your way of proposing to me, the answer is definitely yes. (Chuckles)
Knox: (Starts the car and backs out) We uh- couldn't get gas here, so we just gotta hope we can make it to the next one down the road.
Elle: (Looks at the gas light on the dash) I'm feeling empty just looking at how low that meter is- good thing I got my Danish though. (Enthusiastically drives off and takes another bite) Heavenly…!
(Knox drives off down the road.)
Elle: If we don't make it, what're we going to do? Ooh can you use your monstrous strength to fling the car?!
Knox: Tch. That's only when people around me are scared. Don't worry; we'll make it through this.
[Matt and Janice Parkman, Los Angeles, California]
(Late into the night, a slightly overweight male is seen downing a large glass of water, along with 4 pills for curing headaches over his kitchen sink. He feels something creeping up behind him but he tries his best to ignore it. It gets closer and closer and eventually wraps her arms around his stomach- temporarily startling him.)
Matt: (Sighs in relief) Janice, honey; don't do that; you nearly scared the pants off me.
Janice: The pants?
Matt: Sorry, having a child really messes with your vocabulary.
Janice: (Squeezes him tighter) I woke up not too long ago and you weren't in bed- again. I was just making sure you were alright, that's all.
Matt: Yeah, I'm fine, Janice; it's just I've been having night terrors along with the headaches and I just… I don't know, I just need to get air or something. Life is stressful enough as it is but now that girl exposed people like me and Matty. I'm expecting any day now for vigilantes or the government to come kicking down our front door in like before. After I turned my former Captain I fear he'll sometime come back and get revenge.
Janice: Hey, listen; you're too hard on yourself. We've had our ups and downs countless times, but we always come out on top every time. I trust in you to protect this family; maybe you need to start doing the same. We'll be okay, Matt, you just gotta be the amazing husband I see every time I look at you.
Matt: Thank you, Janice; I appreciate you. (Gives her a huge hug) What did I do to have such a great wife?
[Mohinder and Mira, India]
(Mohinder and his significant other Mira are seen sitting at a nice restaurant eating dinner and toasting to good times with their filled wine glasses. The two seem to be having a really great time together.)
Mira: (Laughing) Oh, Mohinder, you were right; this was a much needed outing. I haven't had this much fun in a long time. The candle-light dinner makes it so much more romantic.
Mohinder: And it's only going to get better. I have a surprise for you.
(Mohinder peaks over at one of the employees of the restaurant and signals him.)
Mira: Oh, Mohinder; what else could you possibly have to offer that'll make this night even better?
Mohinder: You'll see. But for now, excuse me while I visit the restroom.
(Mohinder stands and excuses himself to the men's bathroom. As he enters the room, he stands behind the door and waits… After about maybe 12 seconds, a German-American man comes in, Mohinder quickly grabs him by the collar and slams him up against a wall.)
Mohinder: Alright, who are you and why are you following me?! You think I didn't notice you following me around the school campus today? What do you want from me; who are you people?!
Lars: Relax, Dr. Suresh, I'm a friend.
Mohinder: Wait a minute, don't I know you?
Lars: Yeah, I'm not a very memorable face, but I came by your home a couple months ago looking to offer you a job. Our conversation maybe lasted a few seconds before you slammed the door in my face.
Mohinder: (Releases him and takes a few steps back) Lars, right?
Lars: That's right. (Fixes the collar on his suit)
Mohinder: I'm not interested in whatever job you have to offer.
Lars: I'm sure you're aware that a Miss Claire Bennett displayed her powers to the public and has now exposed evolved humans to the world.
Mohinder: What does any of this have to do with me? I'm done with that life of chasing things too big for myself. I'm living out the rest of my days with my partner and nothing's getting in the way of that.
Lars: When things get legal, these people will need a voice at the end of the day, Dr. Suresh. I'm offering you to be that voice.
Mohinder: What?! No!
Lars: You have the research; no one knows more about these people and their development than you. You can convince the world it is okay for these people to live in peace with evolved humans.
Mohinder: That is not my responsibility nor do I want it. Thank you for the offer, but the answer is no. The world will balance itself without me. Now please, leave me alone. I don't ever want to see you again.
Lars: … I will be back to see you again, Dr. Suresh. If I found you, so will THEY.
Mohinder: Stay away from me and my family.
(Mohinder leaves the room without saying another word. Lars shrugs his shoulder and looks at how fancy the bathroom is. He checks the stalls and shrugs one more time before walking into one to do his "business". Mohinder makes it back to his table with a big smile on his face, grateful to be with the love of his life once again.)
Mohinder: Sorry about that; I had some business to take care of.
(The employer Mohinder signaled earlier comes by and gives a light bow to the two of them while he gently places a card in front of Mira and walks away.)
Mira: (Confused) Oh, what is this?
Mohinder: (Smiling) Open it.
(Mira grabs the card and puts it in front of her face while she reads it. After a few seconds she lowers the card.)
Mira: Awe, Mohinder it's so beaut-
(Her eyes open wide and her hands close over her mouth at the sight of Mohinder kneeling in front of her on one knee with a ring in his hand and a look of deep passion in his eyes.)
Mohinder: Mira… Will you do me the honors of being my wife? I have been tempted by fate to become the man I evolved from once again, and all I could think about was you. I want nothing more than you by my side forever in my final days on this earth. The only destiny I want is with you. Will you marry me, Mira?
Mira: (In emotional shock) Wow… Mohinder… I would be honored to- Yes I will marry you… The three of us will be an amazing family.
Mohinder: Three of us?!
Mira: … I am with child, Mohinder… We are having a baby!
(Mohinder rises to his feet and gives his new fiancée and huge ecstatic hug. The two of them can't help but to laugh, smile, and cry at this perfect moment.)
[Tokyo Japan]
(In an office building in Tokyo Japan, employees are going crazy and answering every phone available in the building- constantly bickering in their native language and telling customers to hold. One young Japanese male runs into the glassed private room and quickly slams the door behind him. Before him is his Japanese best friend, who quickly rushes up to him.)
Ando: (Speaking in Japanese) Hiro, It's a zoo out there! What is going on? Why are so many people calling in?
Hiro: (In Japanese) I don't know, Ando! Dial-A-Hero had so many offers now all of a sudden. It's a nightmare! (Slouches over to a seat and presses fist against his cheek)
Ando: Nightmare?! Hiro, that's great! Now we can be like the… Justice League and have our own team of super heroes! You can be like Batman and I can be-
Hiro: Robin?!
Ando: No-
Hiro: The butler?
Ando: Focus, Hiro. This could be an amazing opportunity for us to make our mark in the world!
Hiro: I don't have the patience to deal with so much paperwork from so many employees…
Ando: Hiro, you are a CEO of one of Japan's largest financial establishments. Hard work is required to maintain the business.
Hiro: Not interested. You do it.
Ando: It's like talking to a 4 year old. Then again, a 4 year old would probably show more enthusiasm. Hiro, your father left you his life's work to you because he believed you could take care of it. You wouldn't want to dishonor your father by proving him wrong, would you?
Hiro: (Sighs) Fine; you're right. I'll set up a few interviews and see where things go from there. (Smile)
Ando: (Balls his fist) That's the Hiro I know. Go Batman!
[Matt Parkman, LA]
(Early in the morning, Matt is seen on the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal watching the news and his infant son play with his toys in the living room. His wife walks out from the back room and into the living room dressed in a nice gray business suit.)
Janice: (Kneels to her son) Bye, bye, Matty; I'll see you later on tonight, okay? Be nice for the new babysitter. (Hugs him then walks off toward the kitchen)
(Janice walks up to her husband Matt and gives him a big kiss on the forehead and a comforting rub on his shoulder.)
Janice: Don't look at that stuff too long, honey; we need your mind fresh for work.
Matt: How do you think I do that? Looking at the news all day makes me wanna do my job even better.
(Their son touches the T.V. and shuts it off instantly.)
Matt: Darn it. Matty, no. This darn kid, I swear.
Janice: (Laughs) you're the one with the special genes; not me. (Smiles and hugs him from behind) Love you, baby. I'll see you after work okay?
Matt: Yeah. Love you too, honey don't forget to do your be-
(Matt's eyes suddenly go completely white and it's almost as if he's lost in a trance.)
Janice: Matt? Matt? Oh gosh; not again. (Covers her mouth his her hands and backs away)
(Matt aggressively gets out of his chair and ransacks his kitchen drawers to find a paper and multiple colored crayons. He quickly sits back down and starts drawing something like if it were his only mission in life.)
[Mohinder and Mira, India]
(Mohinder and his wife are seen lying in bed but Mohinder is the only one still awake. He looks over toward his new fiancée as she gracefully sleeps then slowly sneaks out of bed with a failed attempt not to wake her. He sits at the edge of the bed.)
Mira: Mohinder?
Mohinder: I'm only getting up for some water, Mira; go back to bed.
Mira: I know we're not married yet, but I can still sense when something is bothering you. It's more than stress from work; what's wrong, Mohinder?
Mohinder: I got another offer for a job today- just before I proposed to you.
Mira: At the restaurant?
Mohinder: No, not at the restaura- yes, I got offered at job by someone in the restaurant but it wasn't to work at the restaurant. (Turns around to face Mira) Someone mentioned to me that people with powers have been exposed and that they'd like for me to be an activist for them.
Mira: An Activist? Like… A speaker?
Mohinder: Like Martin Luther King was for his people. Right… I've been spending too much time in America. Look, basically I was offered a job to be a public figure and speaker for people who have powers. Something like that requires much responsibility and focus- (Gently holds his hand on Mira's stomach) And I'd rather those attributes be focused elsewhere.
Mira: (Smiles and places her hand against his cheek) Do what you feel is right, Mohinder. No matter what, I do not want to burden you or your progress in this life.
Mohinder: I choose you and this baby, Mira. I'm just questioning myself on whether or not I could do something such a global scale.
Mira: As long as your heart is in the right place, do what you feel is best. Life would not be worth living if you live it afraid to follow what's in your heart. (Kisses him) Now, come back to bed. You need your rest for tomorrow.
(In Tokyo Japan, Hiro, Ando, and Hiro's sister Kimiko sit in an office room when a youngish half Japanese man happily walks into the room and closes the door behind him. He gives the three of them a distinct smirk and walks straight up to Hiro. He offers him a handshake and Hiro generously accepts. Hiro can't help but feel an odd feeling come over him as this man stares at him with an evil grin and slightly tightens his grip.)
Shido: Nah, too easy… (Takes a seat in front of them)
(The room gets awkward for a moment.)
Hiro: Right… uh- so Mr. Shido, what makes you special to where you want to join our company?
Shido: I've always felt compelled to do the right thing; help people. I feel it's my calling and I feel Dial-A-Hero is the perfect place to start.
Ando: I see and what are your "talents"?
Shido: "Talents"?
Ando: Like what can you contribute to our company if we agreed to hire you?
Shido: Oh- Well you could say I have many, many connections throughout the world and I can get you access to any major company.
Hiro: No offense, but how do we know you're telling the truth?
Shido: (Smiles) How do you think I got here so fast?
(Hiro and Ando look at each other with slightly cautious looks on their faces.)
Ando: That would be a great attribute to have for the company; we will definitely keep you on our list of top considerable employees.
Shido: Well, thank you, gentlemen. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon. (Stands to his feet and walks away) Ya'll have a wonderful day now.
(Shido leaves the room and both Hiro and Ando look over his file again. They talk in Japanese.)
Hiro: Something was really off about that guy… I know bad news when I smell it. (Sniffs) Definitely a bad guy. What did he say his name was again?
Ando: Uh- It doesn't say- just Mr. Shido.
Hiro: We should keep an eye on him and see what he's up to!
Ando: Definitely.
Kimiko: I don't know how you two idiots plan to do that, but I do agree he was shady. Keeping an eye on him would be for the better of the company. (Aggressively bows her head and leaves out of the room)
(Back in Los Angeles Matt Parkman's eyes go back to normal and he finally wakes from his trance confused.)
Matt: What happened?!
Janice: You went into your trance again and started drawing random things.
Matt: What?! What- no. (Looks and shuffles through the 5 drawings he made) Ugh… What is this? Why is this happening again all of a sudden?
Janice: I don't know, Matt, but it's very concerning. I never know if one day you go into that trance and don't come back. Matt you've gotta learn to control this thing.
Matt: Okay… Okay, I'll do my best, Janice. I promise. I'm okay now and it's out of my system. I shouldn't be doing anymore drawings for awhile.
Janice: I hope not. Matt, please stay conscious enough to watch little Matty until the babysitter gets here. I stayed here until you were done with- whatever this is, but I'm running late for work now. I've gotta get going.
Matt: Okay, Janice. Don't worry about anything; I'll be alright to watch Matty for the next half hour.
Janice: You better. (Kisses Matt on the forehead and walks away)
(Matt scrambles through the pictures, trying to figure out what they mean, but it's to no avail. He gives up trying to figure them all out and just tosses the pictures aside. The door bell rings a few seconds later. Matt quickly gets up and checks on his son playing with his toys before answering the door. It is a short young Red-headed girl.)
Babysitter: (Smiles) Hi, Mr. Parkman? I'm your new babysitter, Ariel. It's so nice to finally meet you. (Offers handshake)
Matt: Hi, Ariel. (Gives her a handshake) You just missed Janice; she uh- left not too long ago.
Ariel: Oh no, it's okay. We said hi to each other on the way out. She seemed to be in a rush.
Matt: Right. SO let me just run you through some of the rules before I finish getting ready and head out for work. Come in, please.
[India]
(Back in India, the sun has risen and Mohinder is seen serving breakfast to his mother, new fiancée Mira, and a bright young preteen girl with long light brown hair.)
Mother: So, Mohinder, I hear you are engaged.
Mohinder: (Serves her plate and smiles) Wow, the news spreads fast.
Mira: I'm sorry, Mohinder, but I just couldn't stay completely silent about it.
Mohinder: It's okay, Mira. If I had close friends I'm sure I would've done the exact same thing…
Molly: You're getting married?! That's so cool! Congratulations!
(Molly jumps out of her seat and runs up to Mohinder to give him a hug.)
Molly: I'm so happy for you! Ooh, can I be the flower girl?!
Mohinder: (Kneels down before her) I wouldn't consider any other option.
Molly: Yes! Yes; I've always wanted to be a flower!
Mohinder: (Stands up) Now go sit back down and I'll get your plate for you.
Molly: Oh is Matt gonna be your best man?!
Mohinder: Actually, Molly, I don't know. I haven't put much thought into that. I was more worried of whether or not the answer was going to be yes or no.
Molly: (Sits down) Now that you know, who's it going to be!
Mohinder: Well… (Chuckles) I'll make some calls and get right on that.
Molly: This is going to be so cool!
(Mohinder happily serves Molly her plate.)
Mira: Mohinder, have you thought more about your new "job" opportunity we talked about last night?
Mother: Oh, a new job offering; outside of the university?!
Mohinder: A few job opportunities actually. (Serves his last plate and sits with his family) I don't know, I'm kind of happy here where I'm at, and if you're satisfied where you are, why be miserable someplace else? I think my place is right here with all of you- my family. (Smiles) and the side research of course.
(His wife Mira smiles but her mind fades off for a short second and her smile slightly diminishes. She begins to eat with the family.)
[Manhattan, NY]
(In the streets of Manhattan, A woman is seen quickly pacing herself on the busy sidewalk. She holds her backpack tight and there is a scared look on her face. She ducks down an alley way and once far enough she turns around and sees two men wearing black following her down the way. She quickly takes off and they chase after her. She almost makes it to the end, but two other men jump from behind a trashcan and hit her across the face, sending her to the ground. The four men all stand around her and one pulls out a small pistol to intimidate her.)
Assailant 1: Don't say a word and I won't have to do anything drastic.
Assailant 2: Knock her out already before we get caught.
Assailant 1: (Gets defensive) Don't tell me what to do! As of right now, she's my hostage; I do whatever I want! Now, little missy, how about we play a little game.
Guy: (Standing behind the assailants) A game?
(The four assailants turn around startled to see a man in a black coat standing a few feet behind them with a smirk across his face.)
Guy: I like games.
Assailant 3: Someone handle this guy already!
(The 4th assailant pulls out a pistol with a silencer and shoots the guy in the chest three times. He falls to the ground and the woman attempts to scream, but the first assailant quickly covers her mouth so no one could hear.)
Assailant 3: Game over for you, buddy. Now where were we?
(They all turn around to face the girl again and aim their guns to further intimidate her.)
Assailant 1: Now, girly; hand over everything you got in that nice baggie of yours and this won't get ugly.
(Suddenly, the sound of tiny pieces of metal are heard hitting the ground. The Assailants turn around and see the man they just shot in the chest standing on his feet and spitting out the last bullet lodged into his body.)
Guy: Not bad… I guess it's my turn.
(The guy raises his hand, all four of the assailants fly backward and smack into the wall. The fourth Assailant unloads his clip at the guy but the bullets stop mid-air 2 feet in front of him. The bullets all fall to the ground except for one that the guy telekinetically throws into the fourth assailant's leg. The first assailant lifts his gun, but the guy flexes his fingers and causes him to smack himself in the face with the gun hard enough to knock him out. The 2nd and 3rd assailants rush him and the guy's hands spark blue electricity. He shoots out two electrical bolts at them and sends them both to the ground in pain. The fourth assailant is terrified with his back against the large garbage can and his leg leaking blood from the bullet wound. The guy slowly walks up to him and the closer the man gets, the more scared the assailant becomes. He eventually gets near the assailant and leans down to him.)
Guy: (Laughs) That was a fun game. Wish we could do it again sometime. But unfortunately, it's game over for you guys.
Peter: (Suddenly appears) Now get outta here before things get ugly.
(The assailants quickly run away as fast as they can. The woman stands to her feet, pulls her wallet out of her purse and offers them a few dollars.)
Woman: Here! Thank you; it's all I can offer.
Peter: That won't be necessary, ma'am.
Sylar: Actually- (Happily takes the money from her) that is very necessary and appreciated. Thank you, ma'am; we'll be sure to put this to good use.
Woman: Thank you again! (Rushes out of the alleyway)
Sylar: Not bad for a day's work, huh, Pete?
(Peter glares at him with annoyance.)
Sylar: (Sighs) I know it wasn't the most heroic thing to do but I've gotta make money somehow. Not all of us were born with silver spoons.
Peter: Yeah, but you could make golden ones.
(Peter grabs a bolt from off the ground and shows it to Gabriel. He touches Gabriel then the bolt turns to solid gold instantly.)
Peter: Did you forget you could do that trick? (Tosses it to Sylar and proceeds to walk away) I'll let it slide this once. (Walks away)
(The next morning, Peter is seen in his empty apartment standing in front of his mirror making sure he looks presentable and clean for work. He stares into the mirror for a few seconds and looks into his own eyes. After a few seconds the there's a knock on the door and Peter quickly leaves his bathroom and turns out his light to answer it. As he opens the door and in comes an older well-dressed woman who walks right past him and looks around the living room of his apartment. Peter looks outside to see if anyone is in the hallway, then closes the door. He locks his door and approaches the woman.)
Peter: Is there any reason you're here, mom?
Angela: I see you and your new little friend have been having fun playing hero recently. I saw it in one of my dreams.
Peter: Yeah, well tell your dreams to butt outta my business, mom, Look I don't know how I feel about it either but he's trying to change for the better and who am I to turn him away? (Tries to walk away)
Angela: (Grabs his arm to stop him) How about loyal to your brother? This man killed Nathan- your brother, and all you can do is be pals and go out fighting crime together.
Peter: Look, mom; I don't wanna be late for work; did you come by to tell me anything else?
Angela: … I wasn't sure if my dreams were true so I came by for conformation; also, you never invite your mother out for lunch anymore; an old lady can get lonely staying in a large house by herself for so long. (Smiles)
Peter: Alright, mom; we'll have lunch later. For now I'll need to get going, okay? (Unlocks the door and holds it open for her)
Angela: (Smiles and quietly leaves the apartment) Watch yourself around him, Peter; I've been having visions lately of people with abilities being killed and people having their abilities taken. Sylar's face is the only one I see in my dreams, Peter.
Peter: That doesn't mean Sylar's behind it.
Angela: All I'm saying, is be careful. People with abilities are in danger since Claire exposed us but now that Sylar knows the faces of every individual you come in contact with. He may go behind your back and kill every Special you save just so he can copy their ability.
Peter: I'll see you tonight, mom, okay?
(Angela give Peter a kiss on the cheek and walks away down the hall. Peter closes the door behind him and locks it.)
(In a cabin hidden in the snowy mountains, various paintings of random events and people are seen scattered all over the place.)
Mohinder Narrating: When the world calls on us to take an opportunity bigger than ourselves, do we take it or do we flee back to the lives we once knew? How far will the world have to fall before we take a stand and become the heroes we need for the world?
(Joshua exits his trance and finishes his last painting. Both Stevens and Rachael stare in shock at this huge portrait before them.)
Rachael: What is this?
Joshua: This my friends, is the future.
Stevens: So a revolution starts between humans and specials. And this- who's this?
Joshua: The leader of their side- or leaders.
Rachael: So Stevens, we know how this is gonna end, I say we report this to our superiors and begin the stages.
Joshua: People with abilities are terrifying, even to me. If we're going to end this war before it starts, we have to carefully take out the major threats.
Rachael: We'll take you to our boss and he'll decide what he wants to do with you.
Mohinder Narrating: While we decide if we want to fight, have they already begun their plans?
TO BE CONTINUED…