The Prophet and The Illusionist
Disclaimer: My ideas belong to me; the characters and story outline belong to NBC and Tim Kring.
Author's Note: This story isn't seeming to get any reviews, but I'm continuing anyways.
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Isaac had no idea what in hell he was doing. Who was this girl to think she had the right to boss him around? And why was he even listening? Even so, he continued to pack the only suitcase he had in preparation for his journey.
The sun had begun to dip a little, casting a vague pink light on the bag he had filled with all the things he had assumed that he needed. Clothing, art supplies, paper, and a few random paintings seemed to be his only necessities.
Isaac looked under his bed, and briefly considered taking his second stash along for a second, and then hid the thought away when he remembered he had just recovered from an, albeit small, overdose.
A knock came on the door. "Are you decent?" Candace's voice asked him. Isaac ran his hands threw his hair. Why had he agreed to this?
He shook his head, then after remembering that the girl couldn't see him, yelled out a, "Yes!"
The door swung open, and there stood Candace, chewing on something covered in a purple wrapper.
"What are you-is that one of my granola bars?" Isaac asked. Candace nodded, flashing off another smirk.
"I was hungry," she told him, "And you left the cupboard wide open!"
"This could count as breaking and entering you know!" Isaac snapped, shutting his suitcase closed and picking it up.
"Cry me a river," Candace said threw a mouthful of food. A few crumbs shot out of her open mouth and silently hit Isaac's floor.
Isaac looked at her for a second, than pushed past and headed outside.
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The first few miles of the car ride were quiet, until Candace finally broke the silence.
"So this Petrelli guy, what happened to him?" she asked, keeping her voice low as to not attract the attention of the taxi driver.
Isaac crossed his arms and grunted. "I hope the little shit is dead, and if he comes back, I'll gladly do the job myself."
Candace didn't talk for a few minutes, than tried again to have a more pleasant conversation.
"How long have you been painting for?"
She saw that Isaac was considering this, but after a while, he finally answered: "About six years. I took a few courses in college."
"No kidding."
"Yeah."
"So have all your paintings come true so far?" Candace asked.
"Not all of them," Isaac told her, unrolling a large picture of himself with blood pouring out of the top of his head.
Candace gasped, and then felt a tinge of regret doing so. The guy didn't anymore reminders of his supposed death.
"Sylar won't get you," she tried to reassure him, "I'm gonna make positive of that."
Isaac gave her what looked like a small grin, and then began rolling up the painting again, stowing it beside him.
It was then that Candace's cell rang.
"One sec." She held up a finger to Isaac. The call display flashed one word:
THOMPSON
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Isaac watched as Candace spoke into her phone. The conversation seemed to be made up only of "Uh-huh"s and "Okay"s.
Finally, Candace muttered an "I'll be there as soon as possible", and hung up. Before Isaac could say a word, she leaned over and tapped the cabbie on the shoulder.
"Change of plans," she told the driver, "Take us to the airport." She slouched back in her seat, resting her head on her cropped hands.
"What's happening?" Isaac asked, "I thought we were just going to Clayton."
"Not anymore," Candace informed him, "We're Texas bound."
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Candace liked that Isaac wasn't asking any questions about their destination change. All he did while she purchased their tickets and dragged him on the plane was slowly turn whiter and whiter.
"Relax," she said as they sat down into the brown leather seats, pushing their seatbelts in. "You'll love Texas."
"Texas is nice," Isaac said, "Would be even nicer if I knew why I was going there."
Candace sighed. She knew the subject was going to pop up sooner or later.
"Something's come up at my job," she told him, "And I'm the only one who can solve the problem."
Isaac practically shot up out of his seat. "Does this have something to do with Bennet's company?"
"Smart one," Candace grinned, than she leaned back in her seat as the plane began to take off.
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Isaac was expecting Candace to take them to the paper factory where he had last stayed, but it was to his surprise when they pulled up in front of a fancy hotel.
It was even more surprising that Isaac looked over at Candace to see if she was going to give any clue at why they were there, and saw that an older woman with curly blonde hair was where she was just sitting.
"Whoa!" This time, Isaac did shoot out of his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling quite hard as he did so. The woman laughed.
"Would you chill?" she asked, "It's me!"
"C-Candace?" Isaac asked, still trying to get his heart rate back to normal.
"Yes," The transformed Candace snapped, pulling the door of the rented Nissan open. "Now calm down and sit still. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"
Isaac nodded, and watched as Stranger Danger walked into the building.
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Candace knew that Bennet wasn't an easy man to trick, but he seemed to be falling for the phony wife plan hook, line, and sinker.
It was shocking to see that she had arrived at the hotel room before her fearless leader, and she was just able to pick the lock and plop herself onto the bed before Bennet arrived.
"The Company has to be stopped," he said from across the room, causing Candace to snap her head up. Bennet walked over and picked Candace up from where she sat.
"It's going to be okay," she said, trying to get the man to calm down. She had what she wanted, and now all she had to do was slink out of his grasp and make the call…..
But then, to her absolute horror, the man began to lean forward, pursing his lips slightly.
'No, no, no!' Candace silently urged. 'You get away from me right now! STOP!'
She was going to push Bennet back, but he pushed his mouth against hers before she could do anything.
'Oh, GOD!' she screamed inside her head, 'Thompson better promote me at least three levels after this little experience.'
The old man finally got off, letting Candace slink off and grab her phone. She dialed the number quick and let herself back into the room.
"Hello?" Thompson's gruff voice answered on the other end.
"Hey," Candace said. She could practically see her boss's eyes light up with joy.
"Is there any trouble?" he asked.
Candace walked back into the room where Bennet was in, watching the man give her a questioning look. She considered letting him go for a second, but then remembered her loyalty to the Company.
"Yes, he is going to be a problem," she told Thompson.
"So when should we apprehend him?"
"Why don't we do it right now?" Candace asked. She held up a finger to a surprised Bennet and whispered, "One sec."
The door of the hotel room creaked open, and in walked Thompson and two other agents. You gotta love officials with teleportation powers!
The last thing Candace noticed about Bennet before his former co-workers charted him away was the look on his face. The same mix of confusion and horror Isaac had when he saw that his girlfriend had come back from the dead.