Will Stone

Rural New York

The three of them spoke softly in the room, so Will and the rest couldn't hear. The one called Smokey paced back and forth across the small barn, while Noel and Kate played some card game or another. Will sat on a bench next to the ever bizarre Wyrm. He'd only heard the man, or boy, speak a few times, each made him sound a little brain addled.

"We're a family!" Wyrm had said, coming the through the portal from Peter's apartment. "Michael's the dad, and Elle's the mom, and Gabriel's the uncle you never talk about!" He'd spoken with such jubilation that the stoic Smokey cracked a smile.

Odd as Wyrm was, Will felt an instant attachment to him. Will couldn't tell the exact age of the strange lad, but Elle made it seem as if he was a lot younger than he looked. Wyrm was tall, taller than Will, and he was thin and lanky. He could be twenty, he could be sixteen. Only The Powers That Be knew for sure. As for the other two he was left with, Will didn't care for much. Smokey didn't say word one to Will, and Kate seemed to wrapped up in the gray-haired man.

Time ticked by in his ears from a clock in the main farm house. Will had no idea how he could hear it, but that along with every sound amplified in his mind and made his head ache. It muffled the noise of the talking elders he strained to hear. Elle, Gabriel, and Michael spoke quietly, discussing something of great importance. Will could only pick up a few words over the clock and the cow farts.

He leapt to his feet with an exasperated sigh. "Good lord! What are they yapping about?"

Smokey looked up from his cards, glaring. "Things you could never understand, stranger."

"Try me, punk!" Will said, aiming his foot at the small of Smokey's back, but Wyrm leapt in front of him, shaking his head, silently. On his face was a look of utter horror. It made Will wonder what kind of life this guy lived. Instead of kicking the gray-hair, he stepped outside, lighting a cigarette.

Will stared up at the stars, wondering if Mackenzie was looking up at the same stars as him. He doubted it, but wished for it at the same time.

The burning embers on the tip of his cigarette burned his fingers, and he looked down to see that it had burned down to a butt. He threw it the ground and stepped on it.

"It's easy to lose yourself in them," Elle's voice said from the barn door. She stepped over to stand next to Will, looking up. "If I know you type, you're looking for something, some reasoning for your talents. Am I right?" Will said nothing, and she went on. "Of course you are. All of us are. That's our purpose in life; to seek answers to questions that can't be answered by mortal men. Michael taught me that."

"I just want to be heard," Will said, barely audible, but Elle nodded just the same.

"You're screaming in the dark, and no one answers," she said. "It's a scary thing. It's even worse when someone answers." She pulled the neck of her shirt down, and showed him a pair of lines on her neck. "Gifts of the Company. It's where I meet him. He saved me, you know? Before this, I was only concerned with myself, trying desperately to please my father, eager to be seen as a goddess in his eyes. He worked for the Company, you see. Michael pulled me from their grasp when he escaped with the Others. He, well, you'll see if you stick around."

"What do you mean, if I stick around?" Will asked.

"You have a choice, you know? You always do. If you want, I can have Wyrm send you back to the apartment we found you in. You can go on living you life in ignorance of greater things. Or, you can come with us, looking for answers, together."

She held out her hand, waiting for him to take it. Will knew what she wanted him to do, to decide. Taking her hand was only a metaphoric thing. All he had to do was nod, and he was in with this little rag-tag group of oddballs and mentally handicapped people. Say yes. Grunt. Something, and he had a place in the world, one where he was fully accepted as he was. He wouldn't be resented for his talents the way Mackenzie did. Sure, she loved him, or he thought she did, but she still wanted to be like him or Teagan. Gifted. That was what everyone wanted, wasn't it? To be special?

He took her hand.

Alphonse

The Statue of Liberty, New York

He sat on a bench, unaware of anyone around him, invisible to them all. He had to call out to the one he sought, but that was nothing new. It was the people searching for him that threw him off balance. Who could know about his hand in this mix of catastrophe and rebirth? Two thousand years, and the only people who knew about him were those he let know. Now, a man of Japanese decent sat only five feet away, waiting for him to arrive, unaware that he sat on the other end of the bench.

He knew who the Japanese man was, knew what the future held in store for him, what hurdles he would have to cross, what battles he would have to fight, what loves he would have, everything, and still he didn't care. It would all be gone in the blink of an eye. As it was, Alphonse wasn't even in New York; he sat in his stronghold, cross-legged, sending forth his awareness to New York in search of the Woman Michael sought, despite the fact that she was not quite a woman. He knew what Vann would do to prevent this. He knew of the Great War that would come of it. The Prometheus Group versus the Followers of Vann. The two usurpers, Elijah and Vann, false prophets of war who were bringing their own predictions to fruition.

If only to warn the Woman, everything might be okay. Then again, the agents of Vann were already in New York, ready to strike when the order came down. Soon the storm would break, this very night in fact. The one known as Claire Bennet must stick close to those that love her. Without that warning, it might all be lost not a year from now.

He pulled his legs under him, and sent forth another section of his essence to cull Claire from her dreams to this place.

Hiro Nakamura

The Statue of Liberty, New York

Hiro sat on a bench, tired, yawning, and watching the sun come up. Just last night, Peter Petrelli slew a demon in human form, and was taken by the forces known as The Agency world round. His own brother Nathan slapped the cuffs of him, and loaded him into a helicopter. He would be out by nightfall. Hiro knew this. It was in the book.

Nathan asked Hiro to show up around noon for questioning, and he planned to go, if only he could find this damned Alphonse. He had no idea what he was looking for

"Hiro!" a familiar voice called. He turned to spy Ando and Sakura rushing towards him, carrying a bag each.

(Ando, how did you find me?) Hiro asked.

It was Sakura who spoke. (You left behind your notebook for so long, we copied it into a computer and have been trying to catch up to you for days!)

(You gave us a scare, Hiro) Ando said. He put a hand on the shoulder of his friend, and Hiro felt his heart leap out. It was the hand that future Ando was missing. He could contain no longer. He told Ando everything that would happen to him in the future, complete with missing hand and eye.

Ando fell silent, contemplating the course. Sakura sat, smiling at Hiro. There would be no convincing her to stay behind, but maybe he could save Ando. He had to.

"Well," Ando said, after a long moment passed. "It seems clear that this guy isn't showing up, or that we won't be able to do anything about it. We might as well head out. The storm's starting at seven pm, at Kirby Plaza. We'd better get prepared."
Ando smiled big, and Hiro tried to, knowing that something bad would happen. He let Ando and Sakura lead him away from the Statue of Liberty.

Claire Bennet

Peter's Apartment

She moaned in her sleep, lightly. Someone was calling her, and she couldn't get away. She opened her eyes to find herself at the feet of the Statue of Liberty. Everything moved about her slowly, dreamlike. She tried to grab someone, but they just shivered and walked right through her.

"They can't see or hear you, young one," a man sitting on a bench said. He was nothing she ever would have expected. He looked about thirteen, with short blonde hair and tanned skin. "I see questions in your eyes. Sit, I have the answers."

Claire did, sitting as far from him as she could. "Who are you?"

"They call me Alphonse, the All-Gifted, even though I am not," the boy said. "I am but like your uncle, Peter Petrelli. Empathic Mimicry in action for over two thousand years."

"You can't be that old," Claire said.

"Believe it or not, but I have much to tell you, Claire, and I need you to believe it all." Alphonse looked her square in the eyes, black eyes twinkling. "There is a war coming, and you will be the one everyone seeks to destroy."

"Why me?" Claire asked. "Why is always me?"

Alphonse shook his head. "It won't be for you, Claire. It will be for the abilities you hold onto. You shall be the carrier of the All-Gift, taking it into the next generation. A man will come to you, after the storm passes. He will gift you with the greatest thing you will ever know in your everlasting lifetime, if you live, that is. Tonight, you must be with Gavin Stone. He will get you through the storm. Most of all, you must avoid the Petrelli's. Danger lurks around them like never before, and one of them will most likely fall in the coming battle."

"Who?" Claire asked, thinking about Peter and Nathan.

"That is not for you to know. Know only that when the morning comes, you will turn to those left standing, and they will keep you safe. There is a number of people who you must gather together for the coming war, if anyone is to survive it. Hiro Nakamura, any of the remaining Petrelli's, Gavin Stone, Will Stone, Teagan Wilkes, Billy Jamison. There will be more coming to you after the storm, but if these people live through the night, it will be them who will aide you the most."

"What do you mean if? You talk as if you know the future, and you tell me if? What kind of wise man are you?"

Alphonse laughed, a sweet, innocuous noise that would bring a smile to the lips of any as sentimental as a stone or more so. "Claire Bennet, nothing is written in stone! The future isn't a book you can read, if is river that flows, a wind that blows. It is wild, ever changing, a masterpiece, an epic of untold proportions, and it will come whether we want it to or not. I cannot see who will live, and neither can Hiro Nakamura, the time-traveler. Already he has changed the future, in ways no one could have foreseen. Just know, he told his friend Ando of the atrocities and madness that would befall him if kept on with the quest. Still Ando goes, but Hiro is ever vigilant in his protection of his friend. Tell me, do you think Hiro will let any bad thing befall his friend, if he could help it?"

Claire shook her head.

"That's right, he wouldn't," Alphonse looked out over the water. "My time is nearly up. Please, if you do nothing else I have said, meet with Gavin Stone tonight around seven. I will see you soon, dear. Take care."

Claire felt herself drift, and the Statue of Liberty faded to black. She shot up in Peter's guest bed, sweating and a sour taste on her tongue. Her hair settled from the wind that blew out at the Statue, letting her know this wasn't a dream.

Peter Petrelli

Hart Center Detainment, New York

Peter didn't look into the mirror. He knew what was in there, and he couldn't stand to see it. He was now a killer. Sure he was defending himself, sure he saved lives, but he still killed the loon who called himself Legion. Worst of all, he wanted to do it. He wanted to do more damage to the man, but he was beyond his grasp now.

He sobbed silently into the cot's pillow, hoping that the Agents weren't watching him now.

How could he live with himself, knowing he killed a man, even a murderer who was threatening his family? Beside, what about all the property damage caused by the fight that went all across the city?

The door opened, and Pete was ready to send Nathan away. It wouldn't have been the first time Nathan tried to speak with Pete. Why stop now? But when he looked up, he found Heidi's eyes staring intently into his. Suddenly, everything was okay. Yes, he killed Legion, but he had to.

Heidi's left eye was bruised badly, her lip scared from a cut, bruises all up and down her arm, and that was just what Peter could see. He could feel her pain coming off in waves. She couldn't defend herself from a madman like Legion. He did what he had to do.

Nathan Petrelli

Hart Center Detainment, New York

He peered into the monitor with jealousy in his heart. Nathan couldn't remember the last time Heidi looked at him like that, and Pete never looked so okay with things except when he was with Simone. Nathan felt uncomfortable, thinking about all the times he sent Heidi to deal with Peter recently. What had he done?

(A/N – So ends part three, the next few chapters or so will end the season. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. Next update, the storm begins, and you will begins to see the sparks fly.

I would also like to give a personal thanks to everyone who reviewed. Your words keep me inspired to keep writing this. Especially marinawings. Thank you. – Traumedy101)