Nathan Petrelli

Toronto, Canada

"Welcome to the party, Peter Petrelli," the man said. "I'm sure you recognize us. Our face surely rings a tiny little alarm in your brain, but it was nearly four months ago that we shared the cell next to you. So, allow us to reintroduce ourselves to you. You may call us Legion, and know this; we are many."

"Peter," Nathan said, quietly. "Get Claire out of here." Peter looked at his brother and saw pure unadulterated anger. He threw his arms around Claire and faded from view.

Nathan braced himself and leapt into flight, leaving behind him only his foot prints in the gourd, a launch pad of sorts.. He crashed fist first into Legion. He'd heard the name before, and knew what the man was capable of. He wasn't getting Peter, not when he just came back into Nathan's life.

Legion flew back into the neighboring house, crashing through the window. Nathan landed where Legion once stood, Peter reappeared and took his place at Nathan's side. "Get back, Peter," Nathan said. "You don't know what this guy is capable of."

As if to probe his point, fire spurted of the hole Legion made in the wall. Nathan's mouth fell open in shook. "It looks as if you and I have something in common then."

Legion crawled out of the building. With a wave of his hand, he sent Nathan into Kate's front window, then he gripped Peter with an invisible hand.

Smokey leapt in front of Legion and unleashed a combo of punches to his face. Legion barely shut his eyes before gripping the gray haired youth's throat. Legion flung Smokey at a car, where he promptly shattered into a cloud of fog. The enemy continued his path towards Peter.

While Legion was focused on Peter, Claire pulled a knife out her shoe. It was small, but it would do damage. She leapt onto Legion's back and jabbed the blade into his shoulder. He sent a jet of flame in retaliation, burning the flesh of her right arm. She fell to the ground while her skin healed.

From out of nowhere, Nathan flew into Legion, lifting him this time and carrying him straight up into the sky. "Let's see just how long you last up here," he growled as he carried Legion higher. Legion slammed his head into Nathan's, again and again, until he forced him to relinquish his grip.

Using his telekinetic hand, Legion slowed his pace until he landed perfectly on Kate's lawn. Nathan landed two doors down, and collapsed.

Legion smiled, even though Peter was nowhere in sight, he knew that he would never leave his brother.

Heidi Petrelli

New York, New York

"You can tell me now, and walk away unblemished," her attacker said, "or I can burn them out of you. I, you see, have the ability to sweat acid, and trust me, you don't want my hands on you when I decide to dispense it."

To make his point, he took one of the glasses Heidi held on the serving tray and melted it. "I told you, I don't know," she said, feeling her anger rise up in her chest. She didn't like being the damsel in distress, and if she saw an opening, she had plans to dispense this cretin herself.

"Come on, don't be like that," he said. "I don't want to hurt you, Mrs. Petrelli, but I will. Now, my beef is with Nathan, so the sooner you tell me, the sooner I'm gone, and then you don't have to worry about little Simon and Monty."

"David!" a commanding voice said from somewhere behind Heidi. "You let go of her right now!"
David spun Heidi around, giving her a view of the two newcomers. The first was a tall black man with strange necklace; an S with two lines sticking out of the bottom on the left, and one more at the top on the right. To her it looked like a half of a DNA strand.

The other person was more familiar. "Angela, what the hell are you doing here?" Heidi demanded. "I told you to stay away from this family!"

"Hush!" Angela said. "I've come to take my punishment for my part in Peter's explosion." She turned her eyes to David. Heidi felt him shake with fear. "Go ahead, try to melt something." David didn't move. "I see you know the score then, what my friend can do."

Behind Heidi, David nodded, and Angela mirrored the motion.

"I know who you're looking for, and why," Angela said. "Why have Nathan when you can me, instead? After all, it was me that had you locked up."
David threw Heidi to the floor, and she watched as David put his hands on Angela's face.

She shut her eyes when Angela started screaming.

Claire Bennet

Toronto, Canada

This wasn't how she expected her grand reunion to go, locked in a closet with Peter, invisible, and waiting to see if a psychotic killer would find them. He was inside the house, calling Peter. She heard her uncle say Nathan's name and felt his grip tighten on her arm.

"Come on, Peter," Legion called in a little sing song voice. Claire flashed back to the night before, when she and Smokey hid from a man not unlike this. A sense of déjà vu washed over her when she saw Legion stop in front of the closet and stare at it, considering its worth as a hiding spot. "It's you we want. The little girl can go free, if you just give yourself up. Otherwise, we have ways of teaching you why to listen to your betters."

Peter's grip tightened on her arm, until she could no longer feel her arm. She felt him tense and knew that he planned on lunging at this man.

"She heals, we know," Legion taunted again. "We'll roast her again and again, while you watch, smelling the scent of her burning, hear her screams of pain, pleading for us to have mercy…"

It was Claire's turn to grip Peter and keep him from attacking him. Luckily, she didn't have to for long. The gun erupted like a bomb going off. Legion fell to the ground, and Nathan stepped over him. "Peter!" he yelled. "If you're in here, get the hell out! I'll keep him here! Meet me in New York! You know where!"

Peter krept slowly from his hiding place, leading Claire by the arm. They went at a snail's pace until they were on the front porch.

Legion was there on the lawn, holding Nathan by the throat. Nathan was unconscious.

Peter Petrelli

Toronto, Canada

He let his invisibility drop, revealing himself to Legion. "Alright, you win." He felt defeated.

Legion laughed. "You had your chance to surrender. Now, we must punish you." He threw his hand up, sending a jet of fire off, away from Nathan. "This one doesn't heal like that one, but I be the message still comes across just right." He started to move Nathan towards the flame.

The strangest thing happened. A heavily tattooed man leapt from the roof of Kate's home, wielding a long sword that looked like it was made of a spine. He slashed the blade down Legion's back. Peter heard Claire say, "Michael," then it was over. Legion ran, leaving Nathan lying on the grass, coughing.

The stranger with the bone sword left as well, almost as fast as Legion ran. Kate and Smokey were gone. Peter sagged, almost falling to the ground, and then he ran to look after Nathan. He was going to be fine. Peter looked back at Claire to tell her so, but he felt his stomach drop.

Claire stood there, blood pouring out her chest. The wound was massive, but it seemed as if it didn't go all the way through. Instead, he went to Claire, waiting to cover her when she regenerated, but she didn't heal. In the back of his mind, he knew she wouldn't. Not this time.

A voice, Peter thought it belonged to Michael, filled his head. "The blood is the key to her healing. The heart pumps the blood. Without the heart, the blood doesn't flow and she doesn't heal. The bullet in her heart"

Peter thought to himself for a moment. If there was a bullet in her heart, who fired a gun? He didn't hear it.

He remembered the glare of light in the distance, and immediately knew what had happened. Sniper.

Matt Parkman

Nome, Alaska

Sylar didn't lie. That was a first.

Matt stared at the door of the facility, wondering how he was going to get inside. The place seemed impenetrable. He went for the kick anyway. To his surprise, the door caved easily. It opened up on a stairwell leading down. He ran, hoping he'd find Molly inside.

At the bottom of the stairs was a guard. Matt had time to catch a thought before he slammed the butt of his gun in the guard's head. What the hell? And then he was down. Matt leapt over the fallen man, and kicked in the other door.

Inside, he found several other guards waiting with guns drawn. They opened fire on him, but he linked to each one and knew the moment they planned on hitting him. It seemed his power was good for more than just search and rescue and interrogation.

Matt returned fire, hitting each time he pulled the trigger. He had to conserve his bullets, so he mapped out the complex and every hiding spot though the guards memory.

With the guards dispatched, Matt entered a long white hallway. He nearly ran down it, to the door on the other side. Kicking this last one in, he found himself on the cop side of an interrogation room. Looking through the one way mirror, he saw her. Molly, laying on a cot reading. He slammed on the glass, but it didn't get her attention.

He exited the door into another hallway, this one leading off in two directions. He had to be careful, he could easily get lost in here.

Sitting here by Molly's door was a man in a white coat, mumbling to himself. "The project is over. No one came back, no one left. And they just throw me away as if I could do nothing."

Matt found only static listening in to his thoughts, not the feedback he got trying to link with Peter Petrelli that time in Odessa. This doctor's head was just empty.

He left the doctor and went into Molly's room.

"Matt!" she yelled, running and leaping into his arms. He forced himself not to squeeze her until she couldn't breathe. He was just so damned amped up. He fled the room, carrying her. The doctor had left the hallway, and Matt felt just fine about that.

They found him in the room where he had the firefight with the guards, dead, with a gun in his hand. Matt made Molly close her eyes until they were back on the street. Then, he ran with her back to his hotel room, where he finally sat down and allowed himself a moment's rest.

It didn't last long. His cell phone rang, and when he answered, Sylar's voice greeted him. "You have to leave here. Prometheus will track you down. Get out of Nome.

Once again taking the advice of his adversary, Matt loaded his rental car and drove to the airport. Molly, thank god, didn't ask questions or try to find anything out. She was content to just be back with Matt.

When he got to the airport, he took the next flight out, the one headed to Seattle.

Samael

Toronto, Canada

He laughed as he packed up the rifle. Right up to the end, he knew the blonde Mutie would show.

And she did.

One more on his road to cleansing the world