Chapter Two:

It was then I understood. I wasn't special or unique – I was a monster – an abomination. I wasn't human.

I slowly got to my feet and noticed there wasn't a scratch on my body, but there was blood speared across my face, arms, and legs. I took a deep breath and started to cry. However, I turned my head when I could hear several sirens in the distance.

I closed my eyes – I couldn't let them see me – they would lock me away, maybe even kill me. But shouldn't I be dead from that explosion? What am I?

I took in a breath and ran from the crash site and up the pave way. When I came to an empty restaurant, I opened the door and sprinted in.

"Can I hel – what in the world happened to you?" one of the waitresses asked shocked as she saw my blood smeared body.

"Um," I started voice shaky. "nothing. I just need to use your bathroom."

"It's over there," the waitress said pointing toward a pair of doors.

"Thanks," I whispered before running to the doors and opening the one that said 'Women.'

I turned on the sink and splashed cold water against my face, allowing the blood to wash off with the water. When I looked back up to the mirror, I couldn't really believe it was me who did this much damage. I killed my family – how could I kill them?

I lifted my left hand and concentrated on the energy that coursed through my body. I wanted it to climb up to my hand and form in a ball in my palm. I could feel the energy in my hand and could feel the singe of electricity. When I opened my eyes, a ball of lightning was in my hand but zapped around wildly.

I stepped back from the mirror and stood a few feet away. I concentrated once more on the energy and pushed my hand forward. I told the energy to push away from my hand and it did. The ball of lightning met the mirror and the mirror shattered into pieces, falling into the bloody sink.

I took a breath and collapsed to the ground. My heart beat franticly like after you sprinted a mile on a track field. I never felt like that before – excluding running.

I got to my feet and opened the door but stopped in my tracks when a man stood there. His expression was blank and emotionless.

"Got you," he said with a smile. He raised a gun and shot it. I could feel myself falling unconscious as the volt of electricity from the stun gun pulsed through my body.

I woke up in a room on a small little bunk. The room was cold and I could see my breath. I was alone and it seemed that man before had brought me to this faculty. Where was I?

Sitting up, I examined the room. It was small and the walls were made of metal. There was a door in one of the walls to and it was made of metal. I assumed it wasn't going to be easy for me breaking through – but, I could try my ability, right? Even if I wasn't very good at controlling it, I had to get out of here and extract my pain and revenge on the people who really caused my family's death: the people who hunted me.

I walked up to the door and placed my hand to it. I closed my eyes and slowed my breath, concentrating on the energy in my body. I pulled it from my chest up to my right hand, allowing the energy to spark from my fingers and into the door. I could feel the electricity pulsing from my hand into the metal door.

I heard a click and the door swung open. I was shocked and noticed there was no one here. On the wall, there were arrows with names. One of them caught my attention – Level 5: Extremely Dangerous. What was in Level 5? Maybe I could go and see…

I was lucky to not come across anyone. The large building almost looked like an asylum but the cells didn't have padded walls. Level 5 had large white walls and there were several rooms, glass walls in the wall of what was contained in them. However, most of the cells were empty. There was one however that was not empty – a man was strapped to a large table and he is in a medically induced sleep or coma – whichever.

I walked up to the door and put my hand to the lock. I concentrated once more and allowed the energy to escape my hand and transfer into the lock. It flashed green and the door's lock clicked, allowing me to walk into the room.

I walked up the man and got a better look at him. Dark sideburns slithered down his face and his hair was slicked back. I recognized him as the one that killed Nathan Petrelli from my art-vision… thing. A tube was in his nose that was inducing the sleep.

I felt something new in my body – something that made me want to kill this man. It seemed he had something I wanted. I felt something – hunger, was it?

I looked down at the man and my eyes narrowed. Who was this man?