Heroes: 5 Years Gone
Volume One: "Repercussions"
Chapter Two: "Assimilate, Part One"
The SandsLas Vegas, NV
November 9th, 2011
Peter and Mohinder flashed into the club. Both looked tired and beat down, and Mohinder still wasn't used to the queasiness of teleporting. It felt like your body was stretched out, bended backwards, and flattened. Peter looked around.
"No", he whispered. Mohinder looked at him with confused eyes.
"What?" he asked. Peter shrugged off the question and made his way for the table he and Mohinder had set Hiro and Sylar's body on. Peter took a moment to realize Sylar's body was no longer there, and Mohinder stepped beside him, doing the same. He was gone. Again. Mohinder gulped.
"We need to find him", he said. Peter grabbed a chair, sliding it over and sitting on it backwards. He buried his face into his hands. Mohinder waited for a response but none came. "Peter, we need to find him." The reiteration didn't help.
"Yeah, Mohinder", Peter snapped, looking up with tired eyes.
"That's all you say? Yeah? That monster is out there again, Peter."
"I'm aware, Mohinder, but we've got other problems at the moment", Peter exclaimed, getting up from the chair and pointing his hand towards the outside world. Peter was, in fact, well aware that they needed to find Sylar. But Sylar didn't matter as long as the government was still controlling and hunting posthumans.
"What could be more important? Peter", he continued "I know you think posing as your brother and stopping all of this is important, but that monster escaped again. Again!" Mohinder took a moment, breathing and trying to keep his cool. This whole time, Sylar has deceived him. Deceived the world. Mohinder wanted to make sure he paid for that.
"Listen, Sylar isn't going to be able to pose as Nathan again as long as I do, which means if he's going to come after anyone, it'll be me, and I'll be prepared", Peter retorted.
"What makes you think you know what he's going to do? He's unpredictable!"
"Sylar wants to be at the top. That's all that matter. And he was, for a while, and to him, it was then just a matter of getting rid of the competition. But now he has to work his way back, and as long as I stay as Nathan, he won't risk posing as a second Nathan. He won't do anything stupid, because if Nathan's identity loses credibility, he's still at the bottom for a while", Peter reasoned. He was truly making this up as he went along. Sylar was, however, truly the least of his problems. This was a matter of making things right, and he knew Mohinder could tell.
"Fine. So what's next?"Mohinder asked. Peter honestly had no better reaction than to kill him on the spot for all he'd done, or helped Nathan/Sylar do. Mohinder wanted redemption, and he knew that that comprised of him working with Peter, not against him.
"We sleep. Here. And tomorrow, we go to Washington." Peter affirmed this with a nod before getting up and pouring a glass of brandy, and leaving to the back to go to bed.
DHS HeadquartersNew York City
November 9th, 2011
The morning sun poked into Danko's office as him and Matt sat there. Both eyed each other down for a moment, and Matt readied himself to be humble and acknowledge the man as his superior.
"What's the situation with the Bennet girl?" he asked. It was decision time for Matt.
"No leads. Couldn't find her anywhere", Matt decided. It wasn't out of the kindness of his heart he was telling Danko this. It was out of fear for his credibility. It wouldn't look good, if he was to regain his title as Department Head, if he allowed Claire, a useless young lady, to escape his clutches. Danko eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh no?" he asked. "What did you need Level 5 for anyways?"
Don't worry about it. Just move along the conversation. This command spouted automatically from Matt's head. Just pushing it in there was hard enough, for a few reasons. Danko had a strong will. Really strong. And he knew Danko was smart. If he kept pushing these things into his mind long enough, Danko would get suspicious, like he was now, as he continued to speak.
"I have a new assignment for you, Parkman", he explained, slapping a file down in front of him. Matt poured his eyes over it before nervously lifting his hand to open it. Leafing through it's contents, he talked.
"What's so important about this guy?"
"He's a memory one" Matt lifted his head.
"Which means?" he asked with attitude. Danko leaned back in his chair.
"It's not so much his power, but what he used it for."
"Which was?"
"He worked with Bennet." Matt looked up once again. Guilt washed over him, and for a second he hated himself, and then hated himself for hating himself. He had done so many evil things in his lifetime, more so in the past five years, but Bennet's case had been ripping him apart.
"The guy who's been hiding them?" Matt asked as if to be innocent.
"Yeah. The guy we've been tracking down for four years and continually fail in catching. The guy whose probably hidden hundreds, if not thousands of these bastards", Danko said. Matt felt a little pang of anger in him when Danko referred to them as bastards. For a moment, Matt wanted to go into his mind. Check out the little details of why he hated people like him so much.
"So why're we getting him?"
"Because this guy has all of the information in his head. Everything. Files on people Bennet managed to hide, files of people who're hiding them. Everything. I guess he was sort of like a backup drive for Bennet", Matt felt his nose twitch as Danko said this. He knew what this meant. "Claire was the key to finding Bennet, but since our information was faulty, as you say (Danko threw in a look of suspicion), then we have to go this route. Bag and tag", Danko explained.
"How do you know this information is right?" he asked.
"I have my sources", Danko explained. Matt once again felt the urge to go into his head, make him forget about this, but it was bound to come up again and if Matt refused, not only would Danko become more suspicious of him but he would probably have someone else do it.
"Great." Matt said, grabbing the file and walking out of the room. How he was going to get out of this one he wasn't sure, but he knew he had to for his son's sake.
Meredith's House, NYC
November 9th, 2011
Claire's eyes opened a little at the sound of Meredith's voice. It was sweet but Claire knew it had a hint of selfishness.
"Claire!" she heard again. The morning sun poured into the room through a huge window on the second floor of the townhouse looking complex, and it reflected off of the pink walls of the guest room. Claire thought about how much of a nice atmosphere it was for her to wake to, away from the things that had happened yesterday. Getting up, she rummaged through a small bag Parkman had let her take from Midland.
Its not that she wanted to resort to having her biological mother hide her, but she was the only person Claire knew she could trust. They had only been together a few times, but her dad had made Meredith a new identity, and that coupled with the fact that Claire was her daughter made it impossible for Meredith to deny her. Claire couldn't deny her mother either. Nathan was Sylar. Hiro was dead. Her father was missing. What did she truly have left, beside Andy, whose phone call from her wasn't exactly reassuring. She decided she would call him later, but for now would focus on seeing what Meredith wanted. She picked a white tank top and jeans, and put her hair up before making her way downstairs.
Arriving in the kitchen, Meredith was rushing around and setting various pans and plated and such on the table, nicely ornamented with a white tablecloth. Claire waited for her to notice her, before giving a confused look.
"I'm not much of a cook, but here's the best I could do." Meredith's words pored out as she wiped her hands on a cloth and motioned Claire to the opposite end of the small table. Claire smiled.
"No, it's great."
New York Courthouse
November 9th, 2011
"I want the house." Allan looked over at his bitch of a wife.
"I want the kids", he countered, eyes still locked with hers.
"Look, we agreed to do this peacefully for a reason. That's why I'm the only lawyer. So demanding your wants is-" The lawyer, whose plaque read Daniel Withers, was cut off by the couple.
"I want the cars", Allan said.
"I want the bank accounts." Allan rolled his eyes. He was so sick of this woman. He was glad he could finally get her out of his life. It would only be another month or so, if things started to get a little more easy with the divorce, and he would be nearly freed of her.
"Listen-" Withers began to say before being interrupted once again.
"No, you listen Allan, we both have good jobs. You're a reporter, I'm an accountant. We both provided half of the money. We each get half." His wife gave that very annoying look, the kind of look Allan would punch off someone's face if it wasn't his wife or a woman.
"So does that mean I get one kid and you get another, or can I have the top halves of both of them?" he asked sarcastically. She returned an eye roll before putting her head on her hand and glaring at the lawyer, caught in the middle.
"See what I have to deal with?" she asked rhetorically.
"What you have to deal with?" he asked back to her. The squabble began. The lawyer interrupted it after gulping down some water and standing up.
"Shut up! The both of you! Okay?" he asked, becoming more and more intimidated as his sentences finished. He sunk back into his chair and putt his fingers together. "Now, we'll start with the house."
"I want the house." There she went again. Allan felt a tiny bit guilty, but he scooted his chair closer. His wife shot him a nasty look. He wondered if this was going to work. He hadn't tried it in a while. Then it started. The creepy crawling feeling he got whenever he used his ability. He could almost feel the scent release from his body, and his wife could almost feel it enter hers.
"I think, I should get the house." Allan said this softly and sweetly, and looked at his now crazed wife. He wasn't sure what he had let go, but whatever it was, it was working.
"He gets the house", she agreed, not herself, after giving a very sexual stare and shaking it out of her system. Allan smiled and leaned back. This was going to be much easier now.
Somewhere in Nevada
November 9th, 2011
He kept walking. That's all he could do was walk. And walk and walk. And feel the cool breeze of the rising sun. And listen to the peaceful sound of the morning. And walk. And wonder. Who had set him free? Where was Peter? Where was he? Who was he? And then there was black. Sylar lay on the road, passed out.
A/N: Okay, so concludes part one of four for the second chapter. Too many numbers! Ah! Okay, so Matt obviously has problems. Claire obviously has a lack of one, expect to see some dialogue and/or relationship building for her story this chapter. Allan is obviously not the most moral man, and his power is something I guess you could call pheromone manipulation. His scent produces feelings in others. Pretty dandy for a dad, reporter, and divorce. And expect some cool, major things for Peter as he poses as Nathan. And Sylar? He's Sylar. Don't worry. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! IT'LL KEEP ME GOING!