(A/N - I decided rather than to stretch it out into a bunch of tiny chapters, I'd put the whole thing together. Now, I don't think I'll be updating for a few days at least, while I work on the next series of thirty or so chapters. I have a basic idea of what I want so far, so it shouldn't take too long, but i also want to start a new story following Will and Wyrm's little adventure in the World of W,
As for Season Three, it will be called God's Among Men, and I already have one Major Twist in store. I'll continue updating the season's here, but Will's Story will probably be a new story.
So, please enjoy the finale of All-Gift. - Traumedy101)
Claire Bennet
Peter Petrelli's Apartment
5:16 pm
She sat, glued to the television, waiting to see if a storm was coming in. So far, all of the weather-guys said that it was going to be a beautiful day. Claire leaned back and sighed. It was just a dream. She stood up, ready to go about her life, no longer in fear of the mysterious Alphonse.
Outside, rain hit the windows.
Claire hopped into the shower for a quick cleaning before her date with Gavin. She hoped everything went okay this time. They never caught up with Peter the day before, and they never found Will, but Gavin agreed to try again.
Drying her hair, she looked in the mirror, happy with what she saw. She dressed quickly, trying to look her best. Gavin wasn't just a mutant, or older. No, he actually was fun to be around and he was good looking. This could actually go somewhere.
Thunder shook the house, and Claire nearly screamed. She ran out to Peter's TV, flipping through the several news channels. Each one, only moments ago saying it was going to be a beautiful day, were now saying that people should take caution going outside, as the storm was going to be dangerous.
The doorbell rang, and Claire rushed to it, hoping it would be someone who could help settle her nerves. Instead, it was Gavin. He had a dopey smile on his face. "It's pretty wet out here," he said, holding up an umbrella. "I'll keep you dry."
The memory of the small child flashed through her mind again. Alphonse had said to go with Gavin, that he would keep her safe throughout the storm. What was she going to do?
Forcing herself to smile, Claire stepped out in the hall, pulling the door shut behind her.
Vann
San Ribero
6:19 pm
His two agents stood before him like messengers from God. They knew they had a mission tonight, and they knew it would take them into the heart of the most dangerous part of the world. New York, into the eye of the storm, where there was no calm. He smiled at them, proud. They would serve him well.
"You know what you have to do. I give you full absolution." He looked at the one who called himself W. "Outside of the one I told you about, as long as there are not an Other, knock yourself out."
W nodded, knowing full well what he could do without reproach. Vann needed no one to be the wiser to his little plot, and W could blow it by screwing around with the wrong people. If Alphonse found out…
Well, Vann couldn't let that happen. It was now or never.
He watched his two agents leave through a portal created by W. W had the gift of inter-dimensional transportation. He could leave this world if he wanted to. W had once confided that he created a world beyond this one, strictly for his personal collection. It was there he was sending his target, and anyone else who fit his bill, as long as they weren't another.
The Agent called himself Atom, and he was a talented individual, kind of like Legion was. Instead of merging, Atom could rip people's personalities into two separate entities. He was going to add Sylar to their stables one way or another.
Elijah
The Prometheus Building, Sydney, Australia
6:30 pm
Elijah knew what Vann was planning, and had his own little safety net in place. His own agents, the Davenports to be exact, were heading to start a new project. Phaethon would be the grandest thing Elijah had ever set in motion. Mutants ready to fight against the Normals; nobody would see it coming.
He looked at the file open on his desk before him. Teagan Wilkes, Pyrokinesis. She would be a great addition to Phaethon. If only she would come in easily. That was the problem with the All-Gift program, getting people to cooperate. He trusted James to deal with her fairly, and get ever ounce of cooperation the girl had.
Elijah let a thin smile cross his lips. Starting tomorrow, the war begins.
Peter Petrelli
Hart Center Detainment, Kirby Plaza, New York
6:57 pm
Peter stood at the fountain in front of the Hart Center, remembering what happened only five months ago to the day. He'd stood there, waiting to see what would happen. Would he be the destroyer, or the savior of New York?
As it happened, he would be the destroyer. It was the killer who was the savior, the good guy so to speak. Then from out of nowhere, Nathan had saved him from what he was, against their mother's wishes, who only recanted on her death bed.
He shut his eyes, trying to force out the memories, only to give them more leverage. Was really only five months ago?
"Peter?" a voice asked, so timid, Peter barely heard it. The voice came again. "Superman?"
Peter opened his eyes, once again finding himself in a sense of odd déjà vu. Jon stood there, the energy absorber. He was glowing a faint blue color, and sending off sparks at an incredible rate. They didn't seem to damage anything, but Pete knew what they meant. Jon had lost control again. Wasn't it Pete who was supposed to lose control? "What?" he asked.
"I need you to help me," Jon said, so afraid to even move. Peter looked up into the sky to see what was taking Nathan so long. "You stopped me before. Can you do it again?"
Pete nodded slowly, dreamlike. It was happening again, and this time, it wasn't him that was going to explode. He knew the feeling of helplessness. He reached out and grabbed Jon around the waist and took off into the sky.
Nathan Petrelli
Hart Center, New York
7:03 pm
He watched out the window, wondering what was wrong with him. Pete and Heidi, never happen. But then again, with everything Nathan had done wrong in the last year alone, why shouldn't Heidi seek out someone else, someone who could love her the way she deserved? At least it was Pete. Pete would treat her the way Nathan himself should have done for so long. He wouldn't give up if she was paralyzed, wouldn't try to hide the miracle of her walking again, and wouldn't cheat on her in Vegas because the pressure was building up so tightly in his chest he felt like exploding. At least it was Pete, one of the good guys.
Speak of the devil, he thought, watching Pete fly away from the Hart center, carrying someone in their arms. Heidi, Nathan said to himself. He stepped into the elevator, half aware of what he was doing, and pressed the top floor. It wasn't really a floor at all. It led to the roof, where Nathan sometimes came into work through. Before he realized it, he was on the edge of the roof, leaping off and following Peter and Heidi to what ever distant love shack they had.
Hiro Nakamura
Kirby Plaza, New York
7:12 pm
Hiro stepped up to the fountain, flanked by Ando and Sakura. They looked up in time to see Nathan fly off. Already the rain was falling heavily, and thunder threatened to tear the world in two. It was like no storm Hiro had ever seen, and he doubted he would ever see anything like it again. The lightening that arced in the clouds was bluish and scary.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Ando asked, "The storm's started already, and there's nothing we can do about it."
Hiro shrugged, looking in the other direction.
The sword came out of nowhere, slicing down the left side of Ando's face. A Japanese woman landed on her feet and charged Hiro, screaming battle cries. Sakura ripped open her bag, pulled out the long sword and meet the newcomer's challenge.
Kensei stepped out to face Hiro. "It's been a long time coming, Carp. Now, you face what you did to me, so many years ago."
Lightening struck the top of The Agency HQ, nearly hiding the ancient samurai's attack, but Hiro whipped his katana out in time to save his neck. The plaza in front of the tall building was filled with the clanging of swords.
Claire Bennet
The Mutant Club, New York
7:30 pm
She and Gavin sat at the bar, watching the television. It seemed everyone's attention was on it. They were talking about the storm outside, and how the president called in a state of emergency. Tornado's had touched down in Albany, and were spinning out of control to the northwest of Manhattan. Several buildings were on fire just in the City itself, and God alone knows how many else where.
On top of all that, the Storm seemed to be moving to the west, now centered somewhere over Kansas. That held Gavin's attention the most. He still had family in Kansas, and Claire held his hand in sympathy for them.
The weather cut out, and it was replaced by the face of the man who took over after Nathan resigned his post. Senator Fred Armstrong was a dour man, frowning as he began speaking:
Ladies and Gentlemen of America, today we face a new crisis. The storm that has ravaged most of the east coast now has a source. It was started by a mutant by the name of Jonathan Baker. As of yet, Mr. Baker has yet to come forward to cease his attack on this country, and it doesn't seem like he will.
The power went out in the club, and it was followed by several screams of people being startled. Outside the club, there was new sound; the sound of angry people. They must have heard about the Mutant who started the storm.
The doors were ripped down, and the place flooded with people attacking mutants. Claire had only time to see one young man pull a gun and shoot a mutant, before Gavin grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out the back door.
The streets were worse than she thought. It was filled with wild people looting and screaming and attacking each other. "Oh my god," she said, now feeling a fear unlike any she ever had before, not even when she was staring at Peter as he was about to explode.
Ando Masahashi
Kirby Plaza, New York
7:33 pm
The fight went on unabate before him, despite the fires burning through the city, the wild cry of rioters, or even the fact that Ando laid nearby bleeding from his now defunct left eye. He should have stayed at home, he should have listened to Hiro.
With his one good eye left, he saw Sakura being beaten down by the small armed woman. Sakura couldn't handled the wild attacks from her. Ando pushed himself up as Sakura dropped her sword and prepared to admit defeat.
Her attackers sword went up, and Ando shot forward, screaming loudly. Hiro glanced over, and Ando saw him try and stop time, but the samurai kept attacking and he never had a good chance.
Ando felt no pain. Sakura was now three feet away, and her attacker had brought down the sword on his left hand. It lay on the ground between the three of them. He balled up his remaing hand and rammed it into the woman's stomach. There was only so much you could take.
Green smoke started pouring out of her pores, and Ando lost his sense of balance. Despite this, and the throbbing in his eye and hand, he slammed his head into hers, knocking her out. Standing there, he watched through a wavery eye Hiro fighting the ancient samurai even more furiously. Ando fell to his knees, even more dizzy than before.
(Hiro! Cover your eyes!) Sakura shouted. Hiro kicked the samurai in the stomach and slammed his eyes shut. Ando didn't bother, even though he knew what was coming. The world filled with a bright flash off light that blinded his one remained eye. He heard the samurai give a shout of bewilderment, then Ando was lifted under his right arm.
When the world came back to him, Sakura was helping him to his feet, moving away from Hiro's fight. (Wait, I have to help Hiro,) Ando said, miserably.
Sakura shook her head, and Ando did the one thing he's wanted to do since he laid eyes on her at the Hart Center in Japan. He kissed her. Amidst the violence all around them, the throbbing near-ache of his wounds, and the rain coming down, Ando kissed her, and it surprised him so much when she kissed him back. He could hardly remember anything after that.
Hiro Nakamura
Kirby Plaza, New York
7:45 pm
He saw Sakura ease Ando into their rental car, and then he turned full force on Kensei. "There is only so much you can do," the samurai said. "You are not the hero here, Carp. That will always be me. You took her from me, you liar."
Hiro didn't wait. He spun his katana around, taking Kensei at the neck. "Once again, you have made me rip out my heart," Hiro said, as he watched head and body tumble to the ground, serperatly.
Will Stone
Outside New York
8:33 pm
The barn was on fire. The two attackers hit hard and unseen. Will and Wyrm were cut off from everyone else, running through the fields surrounding the area. Of everything he knew about what they were running from, it scared the hell out of him. Michael was down, bleeding from a gunshot wound. Elle was trying to pull him from the fire. Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. Smokey and Kate were running, too, only in the other direction.
The world opened up in front of them, wavering, sucking Wyrm inside. Will stopped. "What the hell?" He looked at the portal, wondering if Wyrm had made it. He doubted it, because Wyrm would have taken them both back to the barn for the others.
"Who are you?" a man said, coming up behind Will.
"Who are you?" Will asked, trying to take in everything about this man in only a glance. The man had a tattoo on his left and right arm. Both of them were the same thing; a letter; W.
"I asked first," he said, with a smirk. "You not one of us, are you? You're not an Other?" Will shook his head, and W kicked him in the chest, pushing him into the portal.
Peter Petrelli
Somewhere in Kansas
Peter Petrelli
Somewhere in Kansas
9:00 pm
It wasn't working this time, and now storms were raging all around the world. How many times did they cicle the globe? Pete could no longer remember, and he was losing whatever strenght he had left. He set Jon down in a field, not knowing where he was, not caring. He lost.
"What is it?" Jon asked, his heart failing from overload. Blood was pouring out his eyes, his nose, mouth, ears, probably other holes in his body as well. Peter fell to his knees, barely able to stand.
"I can't do it; I can't go on," he said, choking. He could hardly get air in his body, let alone carry this guy until he caught on and flew himself.
From out of the air, Nathan landed. He went straight to his brother's side. "What's going on?"
"He can't stop, Nathan," Pete said, gasping for air. " If he doesn't discharge soon, he'll explode. Not like I almost did, Nathan." He pulled himself up on Nathan's coat. "Worse." He then collapsed, fainted dead away.
When he came to, Pete still held Nathan's coat in his fist. Niether Nathan or Jon were anywhere he could see. He looked up, in time to see a massive explosion, well beyond any that Peter could ever have done.
Peter stood, putting on Nathan's coat and sticking his hands in the pockets. He felt a small spiral notebook, and he pulled it out. On the top sheet was a note to Peter, from Nathan.
Pete, it what you say is true, than the only to fix this is to fly him beyond the earth's atmosphere, where he'll either die peacefully or he can explode safely. I only wish I had more time to tell you how much I love you and I'm proud of you. You always did everything you could, and there for a while, I lived like I thought you would have. Strange as it is, this is probably goodbye. I doubt if anyone could survive what I have to do. I won't drag this out; I have to get him out of here now. Take care of Heidi and the boys for me, if I don't come back. Pete, do everyone proud, like you have done me. Love, Nathan.
Pete stood there, reading the note again and again, realizing slowly what the explosion meant. In all his life, he never felt more alone than he did right now. Who was going to take care of him, if he stepped wrong? Who was going to remind him that he couldn't do everything? What did he have left?
"Pete," Vann called from behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Pete, I know you're grieving, but we have to get started as soon as possible on teaching you how to use your gift. Come on, we have to go."
He let Vann led him away from the last place he'd ever see Nathan, unaware that the storm had stopped.
End of Season 2, All-Gift
Epilouge
Nathan Petrelli
Over the World
Nathan was loosing focus. First, he spent his time chasing Peter and this guy around the world, and now here he was, trying to speed as far from Earth as he could. He was losing it. Jon died somewhere between here and now, but the sparks seemed to have increased in magnitude, if anything. They were burning his skin, and it hurt so bad.
Nathan gave on last leap, letting go of Jon, flinging him out of the atmosphere and into space. He shut his eyes, falling asleep, and fell.