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Matt Ironside and Claire Bennet – Safe house for specials.

"Im telling you," a voice echoed through the old wooden door," this man has no relation to Matt Parkman, his DNA doesn't match,"

"That's impossible," Claire's voice replied," our records show that he is the Parkman kid,"

"Then they are inaccurate," the voice replied.

Matt raised his head; he had slept surprisingly well that night. He had been getting headaches since his ability had appeared and today wasn't any different.

"Well I guess its time to move on," Claire said, opening the door to his room," hey sleepyhead,"

"Hey," Matt said, yawning and sitting up on his bed.

"I have all your new papers here," Claire said, handing him a bag," there's phone numbers, places you can go if you get found and ive set you up a job at-,"

"Wait," Matt said," That's it?"

"Yes," Claire replied.

"But I thought-" Matt began," I want to help you, you know, help others like me,"
"Too dangerous," Claire said," your just a kid,"

"You aren't much older than me," Matt said.

"Im older than I look," Claire replied," and its not about your age, you have no experience, you will end up getting people killed,"

"Fine," Matt replied.

"Look, I-," Claire began.

"Claire," a man said, entering the room. Matt remembered his name to be Micah.

"What is it?" Claire said, seeing the urgency in his eyes.

"We have a serious problem," Micah replied.

"Stay here," Claire said, giving Matt a stern look.

But his curiosity was sparked now, he waited until she left the room and opened the door a crack, the two of them entered another room and Matt crept to the door.

"Who sent it?" Claire's voice asked.

"I don't know," Micah said," but he is a lousy hacker,"
"How so?" Claire asked.

"He's an amateur," Micah replied," but he's defiantly one of us,"

"Play it again," Claire ordered and a voice mail message played.

"TO REBEL," the recording said in a muffled male voice," ACTION MUST BE TAKEN, YOUR PEOPLE SAY TOO MUCH AND DO TO LITTLE, THEY MUST LIVE CONFERENCE FROM FBI AT 12 NOON TODAY……..VIGILANTE,"

"This arrogant son of a bitch is calling himself vigilante?" Claire asked.

"This message arrived while we were out," Micah said.

"Its almost noon," Claire replied," what do you think he's going to do?"

"I don't know," Micah said," but I have a bad feeling about this,"

Matt heard the TV turn on and pressed his ear against the door, he could hear but could not see.

"Good day," a female voice said," as you know, a dramatic increase in power manifestation has caused havoc and chaos across the world, thousands of people are dying and this country in particular has been developing a new weapon. The law has now changed, all 'abnormals' in custody will be executed effective immediately and all those found are to be shot on sight, no capture is-,"

There was suddenly a muffled sound from the TV and Matt pushed open the door to watch the live conference from the FBI erupt into chaos. The camera turned to show a police truck on fire and a figure standing next to it, he was wearing what appeared to be a green trench coat and his face was covered with a hockey mask. He raised his hands and a wave of something shimmered the air, burning two FBI agents to a crisp instantly, the air around him shimmered silver and bullets bounced off some kind of invisible shield, reflecting and hitting various agents.

"The conference is under attack!" the reporter said" someone….an…abnormal is killing FBI agents aaaaggghghgh!"

The reported screamed as bullets hit her in the back, she fell down crying out in pain.

A police truck appeared from the fire and headed straight for the figure, the figure turned and raised both hands as the truck collided with him head on. Silver light blasted from his hands and the man rose into the air, shooting away like he had been launched from a catapult.

The truck was stopped still, wheels spinning until the engine died and the men got out dazed.

"Holy-," Claire began, then spotted Matt," what the hell are you doing?"

"Shhh," Micah said, pointing at the screen.

Written in blood from a dead FBI agent were the words:

VIGILANTE HAS SPOKEN

"This is bad," Claire said," this will only make things worse for everyone like us,"

"Something's wrong," Micah said.

"What is?" Claire replied.

"The power stations are shutting down," Micah replied," I cant use my ability without power,"

The lights flickered and went off to the building, the TV switched off and Claire and Micah looked at each other for a second. Claire flicked open her cell phone and phoned someone.

"Fleet isn't picking up her phone at the front gate," Claire said.

"Its broken," Micah said," Im trying to track it via GPS, there's no signal,"

"Micah," Claire said," take Matt to the back gate, ill get the others,"

BAM!BAM! rang out through the hall and Claire was quick on the uptake, she pulled out her gun and so did Micah.

"Go!" Claire said, running into the hall towards the gunfire.

"Im picking up a phone call," Micah said," they set you up and followed us here, they knew we would help you so they could find this place,"

Micah went over to the cupboard and got out an old looking revolver, he pressed himself against the wall and spun around the corner.

"Clear," he said and Matt followed closely.

A scream rang out and two masked men cam running around the corner, eyes wide with sheer terror. One rose his assault rifle and Matt grabbed Micah, dragging him around the corner as bullets whizzed past the doorway.

"Thanks," Micah said, aiming the gun blindly and firing two shots so the men didn't think of entering the room.

A number of shots rang out and a blood curling scream echoed through the hall, it went on and on, deafening Matt. One more shot rang out before the body of one of the men flew into the wall, well half of him at least.

The top half of the agent slid down the wall, his mouth still frozen in a death scream.

"What the hell did that?" Matt asked.

Both men looked at each other, listening for any movement in the hall and both moved quickly into the hallway.

It was filled with blood, there was so much it was actually like a river. It looked like they had been torn apart by something big.

Matt threw up instantly, mixing blood with vomit and Micah did the same.

"Who did this?" Matt asked.

"I have no idea," Micah replied.

"AAAAGGHHH" a scream from a girl came from a room nearby.

"Alma!" Micah said," That's Alma, were coming!"

The two of them reached the doorway and heard a man's voice.

"Get it away!" he said," aagggghh!"

Micah kicked the door hard and entered the room, Matt followed and stared as he saw the most unusual sight.

A girl of about sixteen was huddled in the corner crying. Two agents lay dead, one crushed underneath the ceiling which had collapsed right above him, the other was on fire and still twitching. The third was laying on the ground, backed into a corner with a clown standing above him, giant claws on his hands.

"Want to play?" the clown said, grabbing the agent and throwing him against the wall," ill make you a balloon,"

The clown twisted the agent like he was making a balloon animal and he screamed and screamed, his eyes rolling in his head as he passed out from the pain.

The clown turned to face Micah who rose his gun, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Alma," Micah said to the girl," are you ok?"

The girl didn't move, she was frozen in terror. Matt bent down and looked into her eyes, they were bright red and bloodshot.

"Make it stop," she whispered, sobbing softly," he wont go away, he's still in my head, he wont shut up!"

The last word was a shout, Matt touched her arm and shook her.

"Its ok," he said," your safe no-,"

A buzzing sound came from behind him and he spun around to see a giant wasp in the doorway, Micah gasped and stumbled backwards falling over a chair. The wasp launched itself at Matt, its sting aiming for his chest. He narrowly dodged the thing and rolled to one side, colliding with the wall.

He hated wasps and was scarred to death of them, he was allergic to them as well, one sting would kill him if it were normal sized but this thing was huge.

The wasp crawled over Alma, up the wall and turned upside down on the roof, ignoring this girl as thought she wasn't even there. Blood poured from her nose and she started muttering.

"Cant turn it off," she said to herself," stop talking……….im trying," she added to herself.

The wasp jumped at Matt, its sting striking the wall as he ducked. It moved faster this time, striking faster with each failed attempt to hit him. He scrambled back against the wall and grabbed a chair as it struck again, the sting tangled itself in the chair and he held on for his life as it pressed closer to his face, he could see the poison gunk on the end dripping and ready for the kill.

He suddenly fell forward, the chair in his hands. He rolled over and looked around to see no wasp. The girl lay there unconscious and blood pouring from her nose and mouth, something rolled towards him spouting smoke, some kind of gas grenade had been shot through the open window.

"What the hell just happened?" Matt asked. The air was getting cloudy from the gas canister.

"We don't have time to think about that," Micah said," we have to go now,"

Claire stumbled into the room, blood seeping through her chest where a bullet wound was visible. Micah rushed to her and looked confused, it wasn't healing.

"Heal Claire," Micah said.

"I…..Cant," she said," the gas……disables our…..powers…..some….new….weap….,"

Claire passed out and Matt looked at Micah.

"We have to go," Micah said.

"They will kill us if we try to leave," Matt said.

"There's a Hidden room below this place," Micah explained," Well hidden, they wont find us,"

"So we just wait until they leave?" Matt asked.

"Do you have a better idea?" Micah asked.

"Well not really but…," Matt started.

Micah picked up Claire and Matt shouldered Alma to the door, they looked both ways but there was no sign of life. Micah led the way, Matt followed with the girl. He could hear heavy breathing nearby.

Matt looked over his shoulder to see a group of men in gas masks and carrying guns peering through the smoke.

"Micah," Matt whispered.

"Run!"

Matt hosted the girl up and ran as fast as he could, Micah leading the way down some stairs to what appeared to be the basement. Matt could hear the agents approaching fast, they reached a bare wall and Micah pressed a light switch. There was a negative sounding beep and Micah banged on the wall as he let Claire down.

"I thought the power was off," Matt said.

"There's a generator in there," Micah said," but someone's locked it from inside."

"Let me in!" Micah said," its me,"

"Micah?" a voice said.

The wall swung open revealing two more people inside, the man at the door helped them inside and Matt took one last look as he saw feet appearing on the stairs in the gas.

The door slammed shut and the air cleared, there was some kind of air filter getting rid of the gas. Claire coughed and sat up as her wound started to heal on her chest, although it was slower than normal.

"Im glad your ok," the man said," me and David thought we were the only ones who made it,"

"They set us up," Micah said," to get Matt to a safe house so they could hit it hard and take us out,"

"What were those creatures?" David, the other escapee asked.

He was about ten years old and looked scared to death.

"We don't know," Micah said," but I think it had something to do with Alma's ability. We found her screaming among her dead family, she wouldn't tell us what happened but we knew she had an ability from our tests. As soon as Matt touched her, a giant wasp appeared."

"And that thing," David's father said, he had an ID card around his neck that read: Stanley Duram," it tore those men apart then disappeared,"

"You saw that?" Matt asked," what was it?"

"I don't know Kid," Stan said," it was like something out of a nightmare,"

"Ok," Claire said," enough chatter, we need to wait until they are gone. Then we can work on an escape plan,"

A strange noise emerged from David and his cheeks went bright red.

"Sorry," he said.

"Control your ability," Stan, his father said.

"What can you do?" Matt asked.

"Errrmm….," David said.

"He can emit Methane gas," Stan said.

"Just great," Matt said, banging his head against the wall.

A phone bleeped and Claire flicked it open.

"Hello?" Claire asked.

" LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED HELP!" a voice said loudly,"BOOM!"

An explosion rocked the building and the call ended.

"What was that about?" Micah asked.

"Vigilante is here," Claire said.