Chapter One:
A man in a navy jacket flew in from a shattered window and slammed into a piano that laid in the room, keys bouncing off and the legs collapsing out from under the giant organ. On the balcony outside the window, a man with slick black hair was levitating above the ground, hands out and face masked with anger. Once his feet touched the ground, he walked into the room as the other man got up from off the shattered piano. The angered man raised his right hand, his first two fingered pointed out. He moved his fingered and the other man let out a painful yelp. His throat opened as if an invisible knife slit through it. The man in the navy jacket staggered backwards until he collapsed into a chair.
"Claire's going to kill me," the other man said with a laugh. I recognized the man that died as Nathan Petrelli.
"Gale, Gale!" I looked up, breathing heavily as my mom patted my shoulder. I looked to her. "Gale, it's time to go, the plane landed." My mom said.
I nodded and looked down at my art pad. The picture seemed finished – shaded and almost professionally done. The man in the chair was Nathan Petrelli – his throat was slit open and blood dripped down his pale hands and navy jacket.
"Uh alright," I said voice dry. I flipped the cover over on the art pad and got up from my seat and followed my mom. I fumbled with my art pad and tucked it under my right arm as I raised my left hand to my head. It was hot and sticky – like I was sweating.
The airport was very busy and there was security everywhere. Jersey was never this busy.
"The pickup is over here," Blake said as he pointed a finger toward a large line. My mom smiled and nodded and I slowly followed.
"Come on, Elle," I heard a voice say. Two girls passed me, both with blonde hair. One of them however really caught my attention – she looked like the girl I drew with the wine glasses in her hands.
I turned my head and watched as she handed in two tickets and headed onto a plane. She was quick to do it because she acted like she was in trouble. Who was she?
"Gale, get some of the bags!" I heard my little brother Blake scream at me. I turned back as my brother dropped one of the bags on my foot.
"Ow!" I yelped as I dropped my art pad and pulled up my foot to hug it into my chest. Blake laughed. "Not funny, brat!" I hissed. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body and it jolted in my fingers. The blue in my veins almost seemed to pop in my veins.
"This is no time for arguing," my mom interrupted as she walked up to us. Blake quickly stopped and cleared his throat. "Blake, you take two bags, I'll take two bags, and Gale can take the other two."
"Sounds fair," I said, anger tainting my voice. I bent down and tucked my art pad under my arm and lifted up the two bags while following my mom and brother out of the front doors of the airport. My mom had waved a taxi van and we hurried to get the boxes into the trunk.
I got into the back and I was on the right side with my brother in the middle and my mom on the left.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked. His voice was deep and husky and almost mysterious.
"Mayall Hotel," my mom told the taxi driver.
"You got it," the driver said with a nod.
It was about thirty minutes into the ride when the taxi stopped. I looked up. There was no traffic ahead of us and I could see the driver smiling. Suddenly, the locks on the doors shot down and the doors locked down.
"I was wondering when we would find you," the driver said. He retrieved a black weapon and turned around to point it at me and over to my brother and mother. They gave out gasps of fear. My body shook uncontrollably as the driver pointed the gun once more at me. He smiled too. "Your power is as dangerous as Sylar's. We must neutralize you and get you to Level 5."
I heard the crack and singe of electricity and my family turned to look at me. I then understood.
I looked down at my hands and shocks of blue electricity sparked from my hands and fingertips. My hands shook uncontrollably and my heart suddenly beat faster. I looked up at my family and the driver. Then, everything went black and all I heard was glass breaking and a loud explosion.
My body skidded across the hot asphalt and I opened my eyes to look at my hands which were torn open. But they didn't stay open – the flesh over my hand sealed over the wound and it looked as if I wasn't even hurt at all.
When I looked up all I could see was a shattered and exploded taxi car. Three bodies were on the ground, blood covering them.
I felt tears in my ears as I recognized two of the bodies as Blake and my mom. "Blake? Mom?!"