(A/N – This is a really long chapter, originally split into two, but it seemed to me that it work better if I just ran through both of them in one go. Thus, we have the entire fight in Seattle. Thanks again for all the reviews, and please, enjoy.)

Legion

Seattle, Washington

It was somehow less than he expected. It would be too hard to try and pick off Mutants at the rally, where they were all clumped together. So, Legion had wandered off, waiting for one of them to leave. But then, what do we have here? A lonely little mutant girl off on her own on such a dark night. Legion smiled from his hiding hole in the shadows. He reached out to her, using the talent of Maury Parkman, only days away from permanent absorption, and caught her name, Teagan. The red haired mutant couldn't stop thinking about a woman named Mackenzie. She was, in a word, distracted. Legion crept towards her as she plugged her PIN into an ATM.

"Give us a kiss," he said, whispering in her ear. She spun around, sending out a jet of fire, setting fire to his favorite jacket. He cooled the air around him, nearly freezing the girl in place while he dealt with it. "You are so going to pay for that."

Her right fist collided with his jaw, breaking one of his teeth. That was something he didn't know whether it would grow back or not. He threw her into the ATM telekinetically, cursing. He had to give her credit; she had spirit. He liked them that way.

Legion reached out, caressing her cheek gently. "Oh, you're so pretty. We bet you'd taste just like peaches," he said, not even aware he was speaking.

It hit him like a freight train. A loud, piercing noise that made him think of car alarms. Dogs started barking and it threw him into confusion. Legion spun around, catching sight of a young dark blonde man throwing his arm forward and shouting. Then, he was thrown into the brick wall of the bank. He heard something shatter inside his chest, but feeling it was so much worse. The world went black.

He woke, a few seconds later, and spotted the man helping Teagan away. Still linked with her, Legion caught the name Will float through her mind. Legion smiled. This was going to be a good night.

Peter Petrelli

Seattle, Washington

Claire ran through airport, and he nearly lost her in the crowd. Without the nullification bracelet, Peter would have lost it. There were mutants everywhere, coming in for the Rally. He tightened his grip on Claire's hand and she dragged him through the mass of bodies, each one with a talent of their own.

He moved stiffly, afraid of jostling the bracelet and breaking it. He knew in his heart that if he lost it, he would explode, either from someone's ability or just so many coming in at once. For the second time in his life, he was truly scared.

The first time, a little over four months ago, he'd nearly exploded. He could see the world shimmer in and out of focus and fell from the sky. The world did explode, at least for him, and as he plunged, he wondered who he killed. Probably nobody in New York, but Nathan had been right there with him.

Peter had landed in water, and prayed that he'd drown. He couldn't live without Nathan. Now, here was doing the same thing to Claire. He should have left her in New York, or, even better, he should have stood with Nathan and kept both of them there. Leave this stuff to the professionals. There were professionals now. But Claire insisted that this Legion guy would come after him anyway, and that she was in danger because she knew him, because she was there in Toronto. He knew it was true, but still, Nathan or Noah could have done a better job of protecting her.

Finally, Claire pulled Peter through the door and Peter sucked in the air in deep breaths, trying to soothe his nerves. He hunched over, hands on his knees like he was going to vomit, and he wheezed. When he looked up, he saw disappointment in Claire's eyes which was quickly replaced with concern. "You don't have to do this," she said.

He lowered his eyes; all of a sudden, he couldn't look her in hers. What the hell had happened to him? "Claire, this was a mistake. We shouldn't have come here. Come on, we can still make it back, if we go now. Hell, I fly you back to New York, if we can just leave now," Peter pleaded with her.

Claire's face filled with disgust. "When did you become so afraid to face what's coming?" she asked bluntly. Somewhere along the lines, she'd learned to use words like a weapon. She was already like Heidi. "I remember, before the explosion, you were afraid then too, but you still fought. You said no one else would do it."

"There are people who will, now," Peter said. He could almost hear the whining in his own voice. "It's not up to us now."

Claire shook her head. "If you don't want to fight, that's fine." The disappointment came back in her eyes, flooding them. "I will, alone if I have to." She turned away from him and went off into the night air.

"Claire, come back!" Peter shouted. Once again, he was near begging. Something broke in him. He couldn't just leave her out there, to fend for herself. She may heal extraordinarily fast, but she still wasn't old enough to fight off a full grown man with far more capabilities than her. Peter sucked in another lungful for air and took off after her.

Matt Parkman

Nome, Alaska

He didn't know how much air they still had left in this small wing, but he was determined to make the best of it. Matt tried calling to HQ, but his cell wouldn't receive a signal. The terminal that Hector was on didn't have Internet access, so e-mail was out. But he still had a secret weapon. If only Molly would try to find him, he could make the connection.

"I've got it!" Ortega called out. "The file on Julie Donovan!" Matt ran over to see this. It listed her talent as earth manipulation, which explained the sudden stalagmites in the medic wing. "Yeah, that's interesting, too," Hector said when Matt pointed this out to him. "Look at this though. She has a brother, a twin brother, by the name of James. It says here he can manipulate metal, and runs another facility outside Bucharest That's where the Company is holding that Vann guy."

True. Matt had to give him that. Anything in their computer's was suspect, which meant he had to interrogate Peter Petrelli, maybe break into his mind and see what he could force out of him. Nathan wouldn't like that.

From somewhere above them, the sounds of explosions echoed through the Nome Facility. A red light started to flash over the terminal. "That can't be good," Hector said, standing. He pulled something out his pocked and plugged it into the computer. He started clicking away on the keys, twitching the mouse. He finally seemed to be worried about their situation.

"What is that?" Matt asked.

"Flash drive," Hector said, not looking up. "I'm taking as much information as I can when we bust out of here." A light on the flash drive lit up, red as well as the warning light. "Ha! Got it. Everything on they have on Peter Petrelli, the other All-Gift program members, this facility, and the one in Bucharest is now on here." He stuffed it back in his pocket.

"Good to know, but it's kind of worthless if we can't get out of here," Matt said.

Hector nodded. "I know, but I told you, I saw everything on this facility, including full schematics. It seems as if there's a dumbwaiter around here. Start checking the walls."

The dumbwaiter was a good idea, but useless. As Hector finished talking, the stones blocking them in exploded, and the place was stormed by armed guards. Matt and Hector did the only reasonable thing: they surrendered. The guards took their sidearms.

Julie entered soon after, smiling. She pointed at Hector, and then two of the guards cracked the butt of their guns into the back of Matt and Hector's head, knocking both of them unconscious.

Hiro Nakamura

Hart Center, Seattle, Washington

Hiro was too late to stop the massacre. When he teleported into the building, he found himself standing amongst the victims of a gunman, found himself in the middle of a gun fight. He leapt over the counter, taking refuge with two agents he found there. He shut his eyes, trying to freeze time, but it didn't work. He realized then, that he left his sword behind, in Tokyo.

One of the agents, a tall, muscular blonde man fired a shotgun over the counter. Hiro heard the sound of granite shattering, followed by the Agent's cursing. The Agent had missed. The other Agent, a young woman with almost red hair tried again and again to manifest her own talent. Neither of them noticed Hiro now crouched among them until he spoke. "Hello?"

Their eyes went wild. The male Agent threw him through an open door into an office. Hiro heard the female Agent shouting, "Give up, Samael!" as someone helped him off of the floor. Hiro looked up into the eyes of a Doctor Mohinder Suresh.

"You're talents are useless here," Suresh told Hiro in confidence. "Samuel's talent is to disrupt the abilities of others."

Another man, one Hiro didn't recognize, sat in the corner, typing on a laptop. "He shot and killed four people before the agents got here, and three more since then," he said, although it didn't seem as if he were talking to anybody in particular.

Hiro sighed, taking cover from the shots of the mad gunman. He was too late, and now, there was no getting out.

Claire Bennet

Seattle, Washington

She was now irrevocably lost in what seemed like a rundown neighborhood. How she wished she went back to Peter when he called out to her, but that time had passed. Claire made her way down India Street, looking for any sign that could lead her either back to the airport or to the nearest Hart Center.

Her prayers were answered, just not in the way she expected. A group of people came running around the corner, knocking her over. Two men and two women, all of them young, and when she fell, the youngest male leaned down to help her up.

"Gavin!" the other man shouted. "We don't have time!"

Gavin, it seemed, had found something more interesting than running down the street. Claire's knee was bloody from the fall; a piece of a broken beer bottle jutting out of it. She tugged it out, and watched as Gavin couldn't take his eyes of her skin knitting itself back together. "We need to take her with us, Will. She's one of us," Gavin said.

"What the hell do you mean?" the red haired woman asked. She sounded incredibly enraged, and Claire was astounded to see her hands burst into flame.

Gavin turned to his group. "She has a gift. You know that's what this guy is after." He helped Claire to her feet. "People with gifts."

Will nodded. "Fine, just get a move on it."
The five of them ran, for no apparent reason other than someone was out there looking for people with gifts…. It came to Claire, and she stopped so suddenly she almost fell again. "What do you mean someone after people with gifts?" Will and Gavin turned around with looks on their faces that almost made the blonde woman laugh. "You mean like Sylar?"

Will shook his head. "Worse."
She knew it. Legion was here, after all, and hunting for abilities the way Sylar once did. "We have to find my uncle. He's the only one who can help us."

A car came flying from the direction the group had come running from, crashing into the intersection and skidding off. Will shook his head. "There's no time. We need to hide, now."

Will kicked the door of an abandoned building and led the other four inside. The red haired woman immediately took off for the bathroom, and Gavin and Will to barricade the door. The blonde woman led Claire off to desolate living room that smelled of rot and mold. An old couch stood against the wall, with a rat sitting on it, eating what looked like it could have once been a bowl of spaghetti. Claire nearly vomited.

"My name's Mackenzie Wilkes," she said sweetly. "And you are?"

"Claire Bennet. What's going on here?"

"Will brought Teagan, my sister, home. He said she'd been attacked. Soon after, the guy burst into our apartment and we ran. That's all I know."

Claire tried to get a picture of the people she was with. Mackenzie seemed either ill or old, judging by the bags under her eyes. She guessed that the red haired woman was Teagan. Mackenzie was obviously dating one of the guys, and judging just by age, Claire put her money on Will. It was also hope. Gavin was kind of cute.

Once again, she nearly vomited. How could she be in a situation like this and think about boys?

Teagan came out of the bathroom, holding a flaming shower rod. "We'll make a stand right here," she said, fiercly.

She conferred with the two boys, and Claire looked back at Mackenzie. The woman was crying, and Claire went to comfort her. "What's wrong?"

Mackenzie turned away. "Just go help. I'll be right here, waiting."

Claire left Mackenzie to her tears with hurt feelings. What did she do? She looked out of a window once, hoping on the first star she saw that Peter would come rescue them.

Molly Walker

Hart Center, Seattle, Washington

In the main offices, the Hart Center was at war, being slowly demolished by bullets. In one small backroom, Molly knelt over her map, trying to get a lock on Matt Parkman. He would come and save her, if he could. Otherwise, at least she would have someone to talk to.

He was there, in Nome, Alaska, but something was wrong. He wasn't answering.

She tried his partner, Hector Ortega. Still, he was in Nome, but he wasn't awake.

Something was definitely wrong.

For the first time in a long time, Molly felt like crying, but she didn't give up. She stayed focused on the spot where she knew Matt was. Soon, he would answer. He had to. He promised.

Peter Petrelli

Seattle, Washington

He thought he was afraid before. Now, he was terrified. Claire was gone, and he couldn't find her. Peter continued down the street, checking every window, every back alley, for any sign of his niece. She had to be around here somewhere.

"Superman?" he heard a very familiar voice. Peter spun around and stared into the face of Jon Baker. He was lit up like a Christmas tree, blue sparks flying off him rapidly. Every part of him glowed in the dark. "Is that you? It's hard to see," he said, sounding awful pathetic.

"What happened, Jon?" Peter asked, know petrified. What was he going to do?

An arc of blue energy streaked off of Jon, connecting with a power line. Peter couldn't tell which way the power was going, but he thought it was going into Jon. "I can't shut it off, Superman," he said, verging on tears. "If I don't discharge, I could explode or… or…"

"What do you mean explode?" The image of himself glowing radioactively in Kirby Plaza burnt itself in Peter's mind. This was too similar.

"I absorbed too much energy, trying to help save the day, but now it won't stop coming in, and I can't stop it!" Another arc, this time hitting a transformer and the entire neighborhood went dark, except for Jon.

Peter knew what he had to do. Nathan did if for him, now it was his turn. He stepped up to Jon, wrapped his arms around him, and took off into the sky. The energy continued to burn holes in his skin and thanks to Claire, they healed instantly, only to be burned again.

They were well above Seattle when Jon pushed Peter away. His entire body now radiated that glorious blue. "I can do it from here, Peter." It was the first time Jon called him by name, and then he was gone, leaving a streak of blue in his wake.

Jon was flying solo, headed east. Peter smiled when he thought of the faces of people who saw that streak and didn't know what it meant.

Will Stone

Seattle, Washington

Now they had one more person to worry about, and the guy was closing in. There was only one choice of action. "Gavin, get Mackenzie out of here. Take them all."

"And what are you going to do? I'm not letting you do this on your own," Teagan said. "This isn't just your fight, you know. I owe this guy a few good punches, and I'm not willing to let you have all the fun."

"There won't be a fight," Will said. "I'm bringing the building down. Just get out."

Gavin nodded and wrapped himself in darkness. He pulled Teagan, Mackenzie, and Claire into it, sneaking them out the back as the guy broke through the front. "Just the one morsel, then" he asked himself.

Will struggled to remember what Claire had called him only moments ago. Legion, that was it. Well, there really was no time for banter, so here goes nothing…

The first shockwave tore through the front wall, littering it with debris. The building now hung open, waiting for the world to come inside. Legion was reeling, and Will knew what to do. He moved in rapidly, slamming both fists into the side of the man's head. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of Legion's ear and twisted until it ripped.

As soon as he let it go, he saw Legion's flesh knit itself together again. "That's another one for you," Will said, then dodged out of the way from a jet a flame.

Will let out another shockwave, this one small and compact, and it bent Legion's right knee the other way. Pain seared itself across Legion's face, and Will delighted in hurting him. He can be hurt after all. Will started unleashing several shockwaves into the floor, hoping to destroy the foundation, but none of them penetrated so far. He collapsed, wasted.

Legion stood over Will, grinning and showing off his rotting, broken teeth. "Is this why you fought? To buy time for the others. When we finish with you, we will hunt them like rats, and we shall be even so joyous when we hear their screams of mercy before we meld with them. And it will be for you, Will, all for you. Oh, and for the one of that isn't talented, we shall have ever so much more fun with her, delighting in hours of entertainment as we make her suffer…"

Teagan leapt from the stairs, slamming both of her elbows into the side of Legion's face. Teeth feel freely from his gaping mouth, and Will heard the demented man's nose snap like twigs in the forest. He lowered his head, trying to regain his composure before continuing the fight with Legion.

When Will looked up, he saw Teagan tearing into Legion with burning hands and feet. She'd taken several self-defense classes, and now they were paying off. Each blow had the added effect of burning the man. The smell of burnt hair came to Will's nose and it worked like smelling salts never could. This was real, and it was time to act.

He was on his feet and charging as Legion finally overcame Teagan, throwing her through the house and out onto the street. Will slammed a shockwave into Legion's chest from inches away, sending him flying into the building across the street.

Will collapsed again. This time, the world wavered at the edges, threatening to fill it with darkness. Teagan was at his side, helping him up. She carried him through the back of the building, and joined with Claire, Mackenzie, and Gavin.

Peter Petrelli

Seattle, Washington

Peter landed as Legion was crawling from the wreckage. He felt the pull of the man as he tried to take off into flight. Instead, Legion crumpled into a ball. An arc of blue energy leapt from Legion to Peter, and people fell out of the arc, among them, the killer known as Sylar. The others scattered, except for Sylar, who lay unconscious on the cement.

Legion frowned at Peter, and then ran into the darkness.

Scared, Peter looked down at his bracelet. Its LED screen was black. Push it even further; a blue spark flew from his skin.

Hiro Nakamura

Hart Center, Seattle, Washington

He saw what he needed moments before the next round of gunshots. A window. Slowly, he pushed it open, careful to avoid the flying bullets. Then, he lifted himself up and out the window. Hiro plunged into the night air, ten stories above ground. He shut his eyes and focused on the one spot he needed to be.

He teleported just before he hit the ground.

He was back in the lobby of the Seattle Hart Center, somewhere behind the gunman. Hiro saw him, firing at the same counter he had hidden behind. No one seemed to notice he was gone.

Hiro charged the gunman, carrying a vase from one of the table now littering the floor. He slammed it into the gunman's head, knocking him out.

"It's okay!" Hiro called out to the Agents. They sprang over the counter, cuffing Samael.

Nathan Petrelli

New York, New York

The news blurted to life as he sat on the couch with Heidi. The scenes were devastating. Seattle had been viciously attacked by several people. Rumor had it that someone captured the killer Sylar during a melee in downtown Seattle, and that another killer had opened fire in a Hart Center, killing as many as seven people so far. Another rumor stated that bodies were being found stabbed and cut open in several of the Center's offices on the bottom floors. Buildings were now missing, people were now missing, and the whole damn place was in a state of emergency.

Nathan felt a hand on his shoulder and he nearly leapt up screaming. He turned to his wife, her face whiter than the walls. She nodded. "Go bring them home."

He was gone before she finished, flying through the skylight they'd installed just before the election.