Kaito Nakamura

Outside Tokyo, Japan

Kaito stepped to the edge of the forest, waiting for the man who challenged him to arrive. On his back hung his trusty katana; he didn't plan to let whoever it was get away as easy as they thought they would. Hiro taught him that.

He knew in his heart that he would not see his son return, but it was for the best. Hiro, as noble as he was, would seek out the Company to find out why they would allow the loss of major city. Answering to his son was not something Kaito every wanted to do.

Time ticked slowly by, as Kaito waited. It seemed like he stood there for an eternity.

The blonde man stepped from behind the trees, a glimmer of steel in his hands. He spoke with a faint British accent. "Kaito, it has been too long," he said.

Kaito bowed. "Let's not draw this out. Come do what you came to."

The fight was on before he finished talking. Adam came swinging. The sound of steel on steel echoed in the night air. Kaito knew how to kill his adversary, but knew it wasn't going to be easy. Adam Monroe had four hundred years to practice. Kaito only had the one lifetime.

Adam's sword slashed across Kaito's thigh, and the man fell to his knees. The sun was rising, and Adam was ready to finish it. Kaito held his head high, and Adam scoffed. "Always honorable, Kaito, right to the finish. At least admit that you chose the wrong side, and I'll spare that son of yours." He set the edge of his katana on the back of Kaito's neck, ready to make the killing blow.

Kaito stood silent as Adam's sword came swinging down on his neck.

Claire Bennet

New York, New York

Smokey's car sat idle at the curb with Smokey behind the wheel as Claire finished packing her necessary items. If she was going on a trip, she didn't want to leave anything she might need. Smokey said he'd take care of the small things on the trip, that he had enough money to carry them to Toronto. Hell, she was still surprised that he agreed to this so quickly.

She left one message to her father, Noah Bennet, promising to return soon. After all, it shouldn't take more than a week. She hoped.

Grabbing up her bags, she exited the building she'd lived in for the past four months, free of the burden of having to watch Micah. She hoped that DL came back, but until then Nikki was back and the firemen DL worked with were helping out. She threw her things in the back seat and climbed into the front.

"Ready?" Smokey asked. She nodded, and they were off, on their way north, to Canada, and to Peter.

Wyrm

New York, New York

He watched the fireman's apartment, just as he did the other day, only this time, he had a delivery. Inside, the place was dark, but he knew that meant nothing. It was just as likely that they were asleep. He knew that Nikki had come back, although he had no idea how she was pulled from Legion. He was happy for the boy.

He leapt once again from the building top and into a portal that took him inside the apartment he watched. Once again he drew the chalk box on the floor, opening the portal to Nome. This time, instead of hiding and waiting, he stuck his hands into the shimmering hole in the floor and gripped the arm of the Fireman. Inch by Inch, he pulled DL out of the portal and back into his apartment.

DL was out cold, but Wyrm knew that it was only a matter of time before he woke up. It was a side effect for first-timers for his portals. It took Legion several trips to finally get used to it.

Leaving DL on the sofa, Wyrm transported himself to Albany. He didn't know if the Agency was on to him, but better safe than sorry. Besides, he knew of people who could help him disappear, people he knew when he was locked in the basement of a laboratory.

Four months ago, he found himself apart of a mass break out at the Company, led by the very man who went to slay Kaito Nakamura. Adam Monroe was a hard ass, sure, but he took care of his own kind. It was him who took Wyrm to Prometheus and got him into the Project's good graces.

But Wyrm had enough of their tactics. He was heading to the Others, in Toronto.

Matt Parkman

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Sighing, Matt pushed open the door to what he believed was his father's apartment. The place was a wreck, the couch ripped open and the stuffing strewn everywhere. Someone had been here recently, looking for something. The apartment had been tossed.

Stepping inside, the agent was unsure of what he would find. Surely, Maury had been in something deep. Only last month, Matt found his father's name on a list from the Company. The two of them had shared near identical abilities. He must have been a boon to the Company.

He looked around briefly, but it appeared as if the place was tossed only days ago, and then abandoned. He was about to leave when he spotted a piece of paper on the fridge. He plucked it off, knowing that he just put his fingerprints in the possible crime scene of his dead-beat father's disappearance.

Agent Parkman, if you're reading this, you probably already know that you father is gone. I'm sure he will be missed. If you must know what happened to him, seek out the one they call Legion. Ask Nikki Sanders all about him. The two have been 'intimate' recently, and she will know better than me. I'll be in touch, agent. –Sylar

So, the note must have been left very recently, but why would Sylar want to help him? This Legion character must be something awful to have made an enemy like the killer. Matt decided to check a little more extensively.

Upon entering the bedroom, Matt felt his bowel loosen more than a little bit. Painted on the wall in either red paint or blood, Legion or Sylar had written 'MOLLY". Either way, it was not a good thought.

Matt ripped his cell phone out his pocket and dialed his home number. No answer. He tried Ridge's cell phone. Again, no answer.

Matt Parkman ran out of the apartment, dialing the Agency's help number as quick as he could.

Molly Walker

Matt's Apartment, New York

Ridge lay unconscious in the corner, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. Molly was under the bed, peeking out as the man who called himself Legion called out to her. Only a few minutes ago, Nathan Petrelli had arrived, asking Molly to once again search for Peter. This time, to every one's surprise, she found him, in Toronto. She gave Nathan the address, and off he took, out the window, like Superman.

Right after Nathan was gone, the door burst in, splintering. Legion came in, hands raised up, pushing Agent Ridge against the wall, twisting his arm around his back. Molly went under the bed in a flash. She knew this man, though she never met him. He was the Nightmare Man.

"Molly," Legion called again. "Come on out, Molly. I'm not going to hurt." She didn't need Matt's ability to know what he mentally added after that. I'm not going to hurt you, much. Well, she wasn't coming out.

Legion stopped at the foot of the bed, turning this way and that, looking for her.

"I'm not in the mood for your games, Molly," he said, his voice becoming less soft and more bitter and angry. "I never did like Hide-and-Seek."

The bed rose up over her, and she screamed. Molly took off for the door, hoping to make it outside. An invisible hand grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into Legion's awaiting arms.

Whispering in her ear, Legion said, "You and I have work to do and people to find. I hope you're ready for the worst time of your life." She screamed again, as Legion leapt from the window into his own invisible hands.

(A/N: I know it's a small chapter, and I apologize, but I promise you, it's leading up to the first major confrontation in the story. So please be patient.

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