Chapter 2

---Kira---

It was a warm, beautiful day with hardly a cloud in the sky. The breeze toyed with the tall grass, swaying gracefully across the rolling hills. Bluebonnets cascaded over the field, covering the hills in blankets of blues, whites and greens. It was a stunningly beautiful spring day.

A woman sat with her feet tucked up under her on soft purple picnic blanket in the midst of the field; the tall grass almost completely obscuring her from view. She had a book lying open in her lap which was currently being neglected to greet the handsome man who just sat down beside her. She smiled at him as he gently kissed her cheek.

A young girl frolicked through the grass, laughing, and every so often bent down to pluck up another flower, a red one, for her collection only to drop a few in the process. The two parents smiled her antics, and watched on as she continued to play.

"Kira," her mother called out to her, beckoning her closer with a warm smile.

"Mommy," the girl called out in response and raced up to the picnic blanket, presenting the makeshift bouquet in offering. However, the flowers fell short of her mother's hands and dropped to the ground. It became instantly dark as the clouds overhead became sinister and foreboding, angrily booming out their displeasure.

She was alone! Panicking, the girl raced around crying for them, "Mommy! Daddy!" At the snap of a twig, she spun around only to confront the towering form of a strange dark man with a long terrifying scar running down across his eye.

She screamed!

BAM BAM BAM

A young woman bolted awake, her hand jerking to her mouth in an effort to help hold back a silenced scream. Her heart was racing as she tried to separate her dream from reality.

BAM BAM BAM

"Hey! Get up! You've got work to do," called a voice from behind the door to her tiny room. What had been thunder in her dream she now recognized as the banging on her door.

"Um… yes! I'll be right out," she stuttered back.

As her bare feet hit the cold damp floor she took a few calming breaths to sooth her racing heart. Why did I have that dream? I haven't dreamt of home in ages.

Shaking off the last remnants of her dream she stepped out of bed quickly yanking off her night dress. She put on a pair of baggy worn out cargo pants and a black tank top, and wrapped a large brown scarf around her shoulders for some warmth tucking the excess over her head as a hood to somewhat conceal her long brown hair. Sitting back on the bed she hastily put on some shoes and hustled out of her room.

As she wandered into the common room she was ushered forward with a, "Hey Keys!"

"Patches. What is it you wanted me to do?" She asked.

"Sylar's got some new guests who will be hanging about for a bit. They're your problem now. Go grab some food from Chef. Oh and Sylar wants them around for a bit so you might want to bring some bandages too," Patches shoved a ring of keys in her hand and began walking away.

"Bandages? You guys didn't rough them up too badly did you? I'm not a doctor you know!" she fiddled a bit with the key ring to help conceal her anxiety.

"Just the usual, Keys. I'm sure they'll be fine." Patches dismissed her concern casually.

She frowned at him, "Dead is the usual." Patches didn't respond. He just waved her off and left.

I have a bad feeling about this.

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