Shane Campbell
Odessa Texas
"You excited for the game tonight, Bennet?" He asked her.
"Yeah. Sure." She said.
"If Jackie starts to bite, just give me a call." Shane said, smiling. Claire smiled. She turned her head and stared out of the car window.
"You would fight a girl?" She asked.
"No. But, you would. And I would want to watch." He joked. He pulled into the highschool parking lot.
"You're so cruel." Claire said, jokingly.
"I'm not the one who punched princess Jackie Wilcox." Shane said, unable to not laugh.
"She had it coming." Claire said, defensively.
"I know. But still." Shane countered. He opened the door and got out of the car, going around and opening her door. "M'lady." He said, teasingly.
"Shut up!" Claire laughed as she got out. "Your such a loser."
"A proud one at that." He stated. "Alright. I'll be in the stands. Cheering on the cheerleader." He said.
"That made no sense, but whatever." She said.
Claire headed towards the building, while Shane started around back to the football field. He was going to head for the bleachers, but he couldn't. Something held him back. His eyes were pulled back to the school, where Claire had entered. A few of the other cheerleaders were making their way out, exited and talking.
"Hey!" He called. A few of them looked up at him. "You seen Claire?" He asked.
"Still in there. Jackie hasn't come out either." One of them answered.
Shane nodded. It was nothing. But, a few minutes later, when she still hadn't emerged, something pulled at him. And, he wasn't one to dismiss instinct. When no one was paying him much attention, he slipped away and headed towards the school, going in.
There was a man, looking threw the glass of the trophy case. Shane glanced at him, before looking down the hallway. The man looked over his shoulder at Shane, but otherwise dismissed him as well.
Shane shrugged the feeling off. He should leave. If she came out and saw him, she would probably think he's some sort of obsessed stalker or something. He turned to leave, but heard someone's heart pounding and feet banging against the floor, frantically. He turned back at the man, but he was just standing there.
Shane cursed himself. Why was he always switching senses? He was probably hearing the people at the field or something.
But, then there was an ear piercing shriek of horror. He immediately thought of Claire. The man looked up at Shane and then turned down the hallway. There was another shriek. The man instantly started running down the hallway, as well as Shane.
Claire came around the corner and ran into the man. But, Shane was stopped in his tracks when a dark figure emerged from around the corner. "Go! Run!" The man Claire had bumped into yelled at her.
"C'mon, Claire!" Shane said.
She turned and ran, Shane following close behind her. When they made it outside, Claire began running up the steps. Shane stopped and watched as the man who seemed to be good, run out of the building as well. "C'mon." He urged Shane, pulling at his arm.
Shane quickly followed him to Claire. "You two need to run." He told them, quickly. Shane watched as the dark figure emerged from the building. "Go to the stadium. Find people. He doesn't want anyone to see him. Go!"
"What about you?" Claire asked.
"He'll be fine, Claire. We need to go." Shane said hastily, gently pulling at her shoulders. The man nodded to Claire, and she gave in and went with Shane.
They pushed open the building's door, and Claire immediately stopped in her tracks. "Claire, we need to hurry." Shane said, before he saw the man that was helping them, lying on the cement. He was surrounded by blood, and his body was twisted disoriented.
He heard Claire breath something before quickly going to the man's side. Shane walked up behind her, and jolted when the man coughed. The man looked around before pulling his left leg into the right position, and grunted in pain. He moved his jaw as the side of his face, once badly scraped and bloody, began to heal miraculously.
"How'd you…" Claire trailed off.
"Where is he?" The man asked hoarsely.
"I…" Claire looked around.
"He was gone when we got here. Must've ran off." Shane said.
"Please…go-go get some help." He said.
"O-okay." Claire said.
Claire turned. Shane began to follow her, when she stopped and turned around. "Claire." Shane pleaded silently.
"What-what's your name?" She asked him.
Shane placed his hands on her shoulders, silently pleading her to come.
"Peter." He managed.
"Claire." She answered.
But, then the man looked over at Shane. "You?" He coughed.
"Shane." He answered.
The man's eyes turned back to Claire. "Are you the one? Saving y-you. Did-did I save…the world?" He asked. He seemed to be having trouble speaking.
"I don't know." Claire answered. Shane studied her face. "I'm just a cheerleader." But, Shane saw something in the back of her eyes. He knew her better. There was something she wasn't saying. Shane looked over at Peter. He seemed a little disappointed.
"Let's go get help, Claire." Shane said. He gently turned her around and urged her to move. She began running, But Shane turned back to Peter. "Thank you." He said. Peter merely nodded. Shane turned and began running.
He caught up with her just in time to hear someone yell her name. They both turned, and Shane heard Claire yell, "Dad!" Indeed, it was her father.
She ran up and embraced him. Shane walked up to them, but stood a few feet away. "Dad…it was terrible…Jackie, she…"
"I know, I know."
Claire pulled away. "We have to go back." She insisted. She glanced at Shane. He didn't respond. "Peter! He saved our lives. We can't leave him! We have to help him, we have to go back! He almost died but then…" She pulled away. "We have to go back!"
"No, no, no!" Bennet grabbed her arm. "He'll be fine. The police will take care of everything." He gently touched her bloodstained cheeks. "Look at you…" He said. "You're lucky to be alive."
"It's not luck, Dad." She insisted. "There's something I have to tell you."
Shane looked around. But, then back at Claire. What did se mean it wasn't luck?
Adrienne Flynn
New York
When he hadn't come home, she began to worry. He had told her that he might be working late, but by morning, he still hadn't come home. She got even more frustrated when he didn't answer the phone.
She knew if she called the police, she might be overreacting. Maybe, he fell asleep and that's why he wasn't answering the phone.
But, by the next day, Adrienne really began to worry. What if something happened to him? So, the obvious thing to do would be to go to his work and see if he was there. But, he wasn't. The doors were locked and it was dark inside.
She could feel it in her gut, there was something wrong.
Julianne Storrm
The "Company"
"Storrm!" She looked up as someone called her last name. It was a man. He had short brown hair, and horn-rimmed glasses. She knew him as Bennet.
"What?" She asked.
"Come up with anything new on Sylar?" He asked her.
"Nothing new." She said.
"What about his cell phone? Still ringing?" He asked her.
"Yup. Caller I.D. still says 'A'." She informed him, dully. It's locked, though. So, I can't check the voicemail."
"Hmm." He responded.
"Has he said anything?" She asked him.
"Not really." He said. "I was going to go in and talk to him right now. Maybe you'd come in, too? You might be able to help."
Julianne looked up at him. "Sure." She responded.
-x-
Bennet dialed in a code, before opening the door. Julianne followed him in. He was silent as he slid Sylar's tray into his room, before walking over to the middle of the window.
Julianne stood next to him, her eyes fixed on supposed Sylar. He was sitting on the table that was supposed to be a bed. His back to them.
Julianne almost jolted when he spoke.
"You see yourself as some sort of humanitarian, don't you?" Julianne glanced over at Bennet. "A good-doer, and hero, a kidnapping men and woman who are different." His head slightly tilted from side to side as he named off things. "Does that make you feel powerful?" Julianne again glanced at Bennet. "We're quite alike, you know. You collect special people…" His head just slightly bobbed in emphasis, "So do I."
Julianne looked at how stiff Bennet was standing. "We're going to take you apart, Gabriel. Like one of your little watches- Sorry, Timepieces. And we're going to find out exactly what makes you…tick." Bennet seemed to catch himself. "But, first, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
Julianne watched Sylar as he cocked his head. "And who would that be?" He asked, almost sarcastically.
"She's right here. Her name is Julianne Storrm." Bennet informed him.
She watched, silently, as Sylar cocked his head down and threw a glance at her over his shoulder.
"Hello, Gabriel. Or, would you rather I call you Sylar?" She asked him, gently. Part of her tactic. Her mother had been a therapist, and she had been a therapist herself for five years. Then she joined the company. He was silent. "I see that you and Mr. Bennet don't get along very well. Would you like me to send him out?" Julianne looked over at Bennet, and he nodded.
She watched as he made his way out, shutting the door behind him. When she turned back, Sylar was standing by the bed, facing her.
She gave a small, comforting smile. "I'm going to ask you some questions. You can ask as many as you like. My first question that I really need to know is, Who is 'A'?" She asked.
"What?" He snapped.
"Your cell phone. 'A' keeps calling. Who is that?" She asked, again.
Sylar looked down for a moment, before looking back up again. "You seem to know everything about me. Who is 'A'?" He retorted.
Julianne smiled. "We don't know everything about you, Gabriel."
"Sylar!" He almost yelled.
Julianne held up her hands innocently. "Okay. Sylar."
He walked up near the glass and studied her. "What did you say your name was?" He asked.
"Julianne Storrm." She answered.
Sylar chuckled. But, it wasn't a pleasant chuckle. "You have a power, don't you? You're special, aren't you?"
Julianne studied him for a moment, before asking, "How did a peaceful watchmaker transform into a evil villain?" She asked him, with a cock of the brow.
He turned around and walked back to the bed.
Julianne slightly turned her head to the side, a small smile creeping onto her face. "You've been here a couple of days." She stated. "We know you have no accomplices." She told him. "Who would be calling you every hour?" She asked. "Unless, they were worried." She turned her head straight at him. He was watching her, closely.
"Who would have thought an evil villain would have a girl." She grinned. "She know about your other side? She know about Sylar?" She asked, him.
Sylar swiftly made his way over to the glass window. "We just might have to get in touch with her." Julianne said, slyly.
"If you touch her!" Sylar threatened, angrily.
Julianne leaned down so her face was leveled with his. "Don't worry. We'd have no use for her."
Adeline Shepherd
New York
She hadn't seen much of him lately. In fact, she hadn't seen him for nearly two and a half weeks. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever see him again. Luckily, he had given her his cell phone number, in case she ever needed something.
She sat on a park bench as she dialed in his number. It gave three rings before a man's voice answered.
"Hello?" They asked.
"Hi…I think I may have the wrong number. This doesn't happen to be Peter Petrelli, does it?" She asked.
"This is his brother, who is this?" They asked.
"Oh! Is this not his number?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"This is." They answered.
"Oh…Well, now I'm confused." She admitted.
"I think I may be able to clear things up. Who is this, though?"
"Oh! My name is Adeline Shepherd. I'm a…friend of Peter's." She told him.
"A close friend?" He asked.
Adeline thought. She felt like she was being interrogated. "Yeah." She answered. "Are you Nathan?" She asked.
"Yes, it is." Then, Nathan told her to come by a certain hospital.
"Is Peter okay?" She asked.
"We think so." He answered. "Well, goodbye." And he hung up. Adeline hung up as well, but with a sigh.
Elvira Lavonne
Mohinder's Apartment
Elvira stood by the desk as Mohinder talk to the FBI agent. She had told them they wouldn't take him seriously, but he thought it would be for the best.
They examined the map for a moment. "I'm glad the federal bureau has finally decided to take my list seriously." Elvira could tell by the tone in his voice he was hostile.
"Too many people showing up dead or missing." The man said, looking around, before looking at Mohinder. Elvira looked around, boredly. She knew that the man didn't believe in any of this. "If you didn't have a record showing you were in India when some of these people were killed, you and I would be having a very different conversation." The man slightly chuckled.
"Fortunate for me, then." Mohinder replied, eyebrow's raised. Elvira slightly smiled at his hostility. For some reason, it amused her. But, she just stood back and watched.
"Mm-hm." The man agreed. He started walking towards the other side of the apartment. Elvira looked around, proudly, out how clean it was from when she first saw it. All thanks to her. "You say, uh, your father compiled this list?" He asked, looking around.
"Yes, he was a geneticist." Mohinder explained, watching the man. "Everyone on the list share a unique genetic marker that he was able to map and track by using the human geneom project." Mohinder explained. Elvira had gotten used to not being able to understand what he was saying.
"Uh-huh." The man said.
"I've been trying to locate them. To warn them." Mohinder explained.
"About this man…Sylar?" The man asked.
"Yes. The man who killed my father." Mohinder answered.
"I see." The man turned back to face Mohinder. "Well, we ran the name. Nothing." He began walking back to Mohinder. "Clearly an alias. But, we did follow up on another name you said was on the list." The man pulled out a notepad and then took a picture out of it. "Sarah Ellis?"
"Yes, I tied to locate her in Los Angeles, but she wasn't at any of her known address." Mohinder said, looking at the map. He added, surprisingly quickly, "And, no, I've never met her." He said, rolling his eyes, upward.
"Are you sure?" The man asked, holding up a picture.
Mohinder took the picture and looked at it. "That's Sarah Ellis?" He asked, quietly. "I know her by a different name. Eden McCain." Mohinder had told Elvira about Eden. Elvira slightly cocked her head. "She, uh, lived across the hall, right there." Mohinder made a weak gesture towards the door. "She's been gone a few weeks, is there a problem?"
"She turned up three days ago." The man explained. "Well…what was left off her, anyway."
"What?" Mohinder asked, confused.
"Yeah, they pulled her outta Lake Ramsey a hundred miles out of Antonio." He explained. "Gunshot wound to the head. Local law wrote it up as a suicide."
Elvira watched as Mohinder slowly made his way over and leaned up against the edge of the desk. She took a step forward and leaned up against the desk, next to him. "I-I'm sorry." She whispered. She comfortingly placed her hand on the back of his shoulder. He obviously seemed quite sad.
"The, uh," He swallowed, "last I heard from her, she said she had something to confess to me." Mohinder explained.
"You say she was your friend?" The man asked.
"Sh-…I don't know what she was." Mohinder answered.
"I'll, uh, be on my way." Elvira watched as he made his way to the door, and left, closing it behind him.
She slowly rubbed the back of his shoulder, comfortingly and soothingly. "You okay?" She asked. She had no idea Eden had meant this much to him. He seemed genuinely disappointed. She ran her hand down his arm and placed it on his hand.
"Yeah. I'm brilliant." He answered.