The stewardess grit her teeth as she entered the cockpit. "I swear, if that passenger pitches my butt one more time…"
The pilot laughed. "I thought you were use to guys doing that?"
"Guys, yes."
^&^&^&^
Kelly glared at Tina. "I can't believe you did that!"
Tina smiled weakly. "It was right in m face…can you blame me? I mean…you have to admit she was hot."
"Of course she was hot!"
Hank rubbed his temples. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
Biddy kissed his forehead. "Ignore them."
Tina rolled her eyes. "Lay off, God boy. You men and your strange reactions to women's sexuality. We are too cold, and we're bitches. Too hot, we are whores. A man doesn't like sex, he is considered to be a bit odd but mainly just religious. Too hot and he is a…Kelly, you mind blacking this up?"
"He is a playa." Kelly stated.
"Thank you sweetie." Tina said happily, before turning on Hank. "Have no problem fantasizing about girl on girl action, but then you call it a sin. I swear, it just proves how screwed up you men are mentally. It would take me years with you on a couch to fix your mental defects."
"IF we are quite done…" Hank muttered, leaning back in his seat. "Perhaps we can go over one more time what we are looking for."
Kelly sighed. "One more time, Hank…and I really don't know why this is so hard for you to grasp."
"Just humor me." He stated.
Kelly nodded. "According to Mr. Daniels, about a hundred years ago, he was searching in Egypt for the tomb of this prophet…a priest to one of the ancient Pharaohs. He discovered within the tomb many statues…each of them depicting major events that would come. He also found something called "The Lost Gospel" which makes reference to several prophecies."
Biddy nodded. "The Prophecy of Light."
Tina held up a sheet of paper. "As it was written by Lord William, the man Vic had translate the prophecy: 'And there shall come, from the womb of the fire starter, the heir of Isaiah. And fear will be his ally. Touched once by death's dark kiss, he shall be reborn the silver angel, the Voice of God. Metatron.' That is about Carter. The next verse: 'There shall come, from the land of the sun, the dark flower of Alverez. Chosen by fate. Touched once by death's dark kiss, she shall be reborn the dark angel, the Hand of God. The General.' That refers to Madrid. And the final verse: "And there shall come, from the unite of these two, a hero. An innocent child. Protected by Heaven, she shall be good's avatar, the guardian of man. The Light."
"That's Vally." Biddy commented.
"Right. What we want to know is, if there is anything else to all this. We already know about Vally and Carter and Madrid coming. But according to that sketch…we need to know if there is any other twists heading towards us." Kelly commented. "And thus…we are heading to where it all began."
(Kelly, Hank, Tina and Biddy- Flight 762 to Egypt)
^&^&^&^
Arthur Petrelli sighed. On one hand, he had lost Peter, which was quite a blow, considering all he had planned for him. On the other, he had Gabriel…the lost son, the one that could better understand his vision…
RING
Arthur frowned, pulling out his cellphone, wondering what new distraction this could be.
"Hello Arthur."
The head of Pinehearst froze. "Joseph."
"Don't think about turning off this phone. You know well that I don't like it when I'm ignored. I tend to…get annoyed."
Arthur tried to keep his voice steady. Of all the people in the world, the number of people that could scare him could be counted on one hand. And Joseph…Joseph was one of them. Joseph was unpredictable, a man in contrast: He lived for the moment, his entire life dedicated to one bad moment; but he was also one of the most cunning minds Arthur had ever met, which made it less surprising that he had rose through the ranks of the Company to become one of their prime agents.
If it weren't for the fact that Joseph was only interested in murder…Arthur would have brought him into his group long ago.
"How did you know-"
"That you were alive?" Joseph asked. "When the Company began looking into Pinehearst, I investigated myself…imagine my surprise to hear Murray Parkman say the words, "Arthur Petrelli is alive". Well…not exactly those words…"
"what do you want?" Arthur asked, glad he had killed the fat man.
"Information, Arthur. And it should be clear how desperate I am considering the fact I'm asking you for it."
Arthur worked his jaw slightly, considering just how to approach this. He had to play this game close to the vest, so not to enrage the man, but not reveal enough where it would hurt him and his goals.
"And why should I help you?" Arthur questioned.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Arthur clamped his hands over his ears, crying out as the feedback loop painfully blasted through his skull.
"Next time, I blast your brain so hard I melt your skull." Joseph snarled. "Now then, the correct answer to that question should be, "Yes, Joseph, I will tell you anything you want, and in return you don't put me back in that wonderful bed of mine." Do I make myself clear?"
Arthur stood up. "Crystal."
"I know you keep tabs on all the power players in the world, me included. You must know that I destroyed Primatech."
"Part of it." Arthur said. "I was thinking of sending you a muffin basket."
Joseph laughed. "Oh, that wit…makes me almost wish I wasn't going to kill you later on." He paused. "I have been tracking some people…people the Company believes are a greater threat than me. I've already dealt with one…your wonderful son, Gabriel."
Arthur scoffed. "Considering I have him hanging above me…" he glanced at the knocked out Sylar. "You didn't do a good enough job."
Joseph clicked his tongue. "The point is, Arthur, I am after my next fish…tell me…where is Carter Daniels."
Arthur's eyes widened. "C-carter?"
Joseph began to snicker. "Is that stutter I hear?" He barked out a laugh. "it is! You're afraid of the boy!"
Arthur shook his head. "Not afraid…just not prepared…"
"Well I am. Where is the empath?"
"He's not an empath." Arthur warned Joseph, more to try and justify his nervousness about the boy. "Carter Daniels is…an anomaly. The boy…he calls himself the Voice of God, the Metatron. He blew up the US Mint…destroyed most of Flint…he reduced one of the most dangerous men in the world to a vegetable!"
"Well, I guess you'll owe me another muffin basket when I kill him. Now…where is he?"
^&^&^&^
Terrence sighed with relief when he saw the first buildings in Odessa. "Thank freakin' God." Limping forward a bit quicker, he made his way down the darkened street in search of a pay phone. I need to call my boss, get a Company limo here, get back to hunting down my brother…"
CLICK.
He paused. "I said that last part out loud?" Marshal nodded, holding his gun out. "Wonderful." He turned around, holding up his hands. "Listen…can we just cut all the gun pulling? We both knew I wasn't going to become plays with my brother. I hate him, he kills my men, I plot his death, blah blah blah. So, why don't we just work together to get our rides here, and then we can be on our way."
Linda placed a hand on Marshal's arm. "Don't. The sooner we get rid of him, the better."
Marshal nodded, holstering his weapon. "Fine…but any funny business and I rip him to shreds."
Terrence nodded. "Any on yours and I scramble your brains. The only reason you are still breathing is my gratitude for you yanking me out of that rubble." Spotting a payphone, Carter's half brother walked towards it, glancing at the sky. "Sun better rise soon…way too dark."
"Don't tell me you are scared of bogeymen." Marshal taunted.
"Marshal…" Linda hissed.
"I was just kidding…" Marshal commented.
"No…look at the stars."
Terrence grumbled. "Damn phone is dead." He slammed the headset back onto the hook. "Damn small towns…if you are going to keep your payphones, make sure they work." He glanced over at the two. "What the hell are you two gawking at?"
"The stars." Linda said.
Terrence glanced up. "What stars?"
"Exactly." Linda commented. "No clouds…no haze…last I remember, the desert was suppose to have big, wide star fields…that's what Dolly Parton sings about."
"Dolly Parton never sang about starfields."
"How do you know what Dolly Parton sings?" Linda asked.
"Uh…"
Terrence glanced at the window of a pawnshop, paling slightly. "We need to get off the streets, now."
"Why?" Linda asked.
"Because unless 10 alarm clocks are wrong…" he waved at the window. "Its 4 o'clock in the afternoon."
The 3 turned as they heard the sound of search dogs snarling and snapping in the distance.
"move!" Terrence shouted.
^&^&^&^
"Did you remember my curling iron?"
Lee rubbing his temples. "Yes dear."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"…really sure?" Galatea asked.
(Lee and Galatea-John F. Kennedy Airport)
Lee smiled sweetly. "Trust me, I did." He walked towards the ticket counter, the ELSEWHERE sketchbook firmly encased in his briefcase for the flight back to the mansion in Paris. "Tickets for Malion."
"Of course sir."
Galatea looked around, before narrowing her eyes, Jessica taking control. "Lee…over there." He glanced over, noticing the same suit wearing man she had, the figure looking around but not trying in the slightest to go unnoticed. "Ear piece…law enforcement."
Lee nodded, licking his lips. "Suppose it would be too much to ask that this last part of the trip go smooth?" The agent glanced at them, before touching his earpiece, mumbling something into his sleeve. "Nope." He grabbed Jessica's hand, dragging her towards the door.
"Sir, your ticket!" The airport clerk called out.
"Sorry, forgot her curling iron!" Lee called out.
Galatea took control. "I KNEW IT!"
^&^&^&^
"I don't trust her." Madrid said, standing on the hotel's balcony.
(Carter and Madrid- Oklahoma City)
Dressed in a nightie and a thin silk robe, Madrid let the desert wind dance along her skin, blowing her hair all around her. She could hear Vally giggling at the antics of Bob the Builder, pleased the toddler's earlier tantrum of finding Dora the Explorer on having finally come to an end. Kath, their apparent guide, was in the second bedroom, Carter wanting her at arm's reach, just in case.
"I don't either." Carter whispered, walking up to his wife, pulling her against his bare chest. He let his chin fall against her shoulder, watching out over the city as it slept. "But we can't risk Linda or Marshal."
"How do we even know they are there?" Madrid asked.
"No clue…but if it is a trap, better we spring it now…might give us a chance to turn it against them." He smiled. "Besides, I sense she isn't lying…the chemicals in her brain are screaming, "TRUTH" at me."
Madrid shook her head. "Unless Marie knew you could check her mind and let Kath escape." She shook her head. "How scary is that…the bad guy can do what you do." She shuddered as she thought about that. It was intimidating that her husband could make someone feel whatever he wanted…only Carter's soul kept him from abusing that power. A month and a half ago, after she had gotten a bit drunk and decided to pick a fight with him, she had thrown out the comment that if Carter didn't like her he could always make her different. She had seen many things in her life, but the look of utter betrayal in that moment still shattered her heart.
It had taken 6 days for her to finally get him to finally look at her.
The memory of what all their friends had threatened to do to her if she ever said something like that again echoed in her head. Hank still had not fully forgiven her.
It had been that moment that finally convinced her Carter would never use his powers unless asked or if he needed.
But Marie Delpine?
Carter nodded. "A bit…" His eyes began to glow silver as he focused. "Well…almost everything." He reached down, twisting the metal of the balcony's guardrail like butter. "I keep my mind clear, and I can do a lot more."
Madrid reached out, taking her hand in his. "Don't get overconfident, Metatron…know your limits." She smiled weakly. "Besides, some of us don't have superstrength."
"Mama want superstrength?" Vally asked, zipping over to them with ease. Her little hands glowed pink as she reached out…
"no no no no no!" Madrid cried out, summoning several arms and waving them all at Vally. "No need to be zapping mommy, Glo-worm."
Vally tilted her head in confusion. "Mama doesn't want superstrength? Why?" She pointed at Carter. "Daddy superstrong…fast too!"
Carter raised an eyebrow. "Not really my choice, princess. Needed a boost to take down Merrick."
The little girl considered this. "I'm strong…" She reached out, grabbing the metal rail. Where Carter had to focus to bend it, Vally with ease ripping it away, holding it high. "See?"
Madrid nodded, motioning for Carter to take the rail as she knelt before her daughter. "I know that, sweetie, and I am glad you enjoy it. But…" She paused, considering why exactly she was so against taking that next step. From all appearances, Vally amping someone up had no ill effect. And Madrid couldn't protest too much about the mere idea of Vally using her powers…without them, Madrid would have died. The former actress was already amped up, given her ability to replicate her limbs as a result of Vally. Why not gain more?
Carter was the one to provide the answer.
"Mommy is happy just the way she is. She doesn't need super strength or speed or anything else to be happy. Just like you are happy with your powers, and I'm with mine."
Vally seemed to accept this…
…until she turned to her mother once more. "But…if mommy needed them…like daddy?"
Madrid smiled. "Tell ya what…if we are ever in a situation where I don't think your daddy can save us…I'll gladly let you zap me."
Vally grinned. "okay…can I watch more Bob the Builder?"
"Just a little more, then it's time for bed!" Carter stated, Madrid sending Vally back to the TV. "Seriously?" he asked Madrid.
She shrugged. "She doesn't need t know that you'll always be there to save us."
Carter's smile wasn't as large as his wife's. "Never say never Madrid…"
^&^&^&^
"hurry! Get in!"
Terrence, Linda and Marshal hurried into the house of the teenager that had spotted them, the young man slamming the door up tight. They looked around the dark room, eyes trying to adjust.
"Don't bother flicking the light." The boy warned Marshal. "Doesn't work."
Linda frowned. "What happened here?"
The teen ran his fingers through his hair. "Not sure…2 nights ago, everything was fine. Then, we wake up to find the town covered in darkness. Anyone that tried to leave…it wasn't pretty, what we found of them. So now everyone is hiding, hoping things blow over."
"Contact with other towns?" Linda asked.
"Everything cut off…we're by ourselves." He teen paused. "Who are you?"
"Linda. This is Terrence and Marshal."
"Zach." The teen stated.
^&^&^&^
In another part of Odessa, a swirling pool of light appeared, only to snap shut when four figures stepped through.
The leader of the 4 Hunters looked around the darkened streets. "Only a few days now…we need to be ready."
The teenager shook her head, glancing at her mother. "Why aren't we taking the fight to Gabriella?"
Her mother tone remained firm. "Malcolm got this down to a science. That damn Petrelli boy screwed up time…" In her frustration, she stomped her foot, making the ground shake under her superstrong step. "…now we have to fix it."
Her husband nodded, pulling out a sketch.
It was faded and torn, the parchment warn. But the image was clear: Carter and Madrid, staring at several decapitated bodies, their eyes glowing red.
"We need to make sure this comes to pass." The leader of the Hunters said. "no matter what."
^&^&^&^
Carter looked around, utterly confused at what he was seeing. Hiro Nakamura was closing and opening his eyes, nothing happening. Nathan Petrelli called out that he could fly, only to crash in a heap at his feet. Claire was taking a knife to her wrists, only to scream as her body refused to heal. Sylar was screaming at the top of his lungs that he was special, while crowds passed him, ignoring him.
"The Dark Sun is coming."
Carter whipped around to find himself standing with Vally and Madrid, the two of them looking just as confused as him. Before them stood Eden and Isaac Mendez, each of them looking a bit more impressive considering they were sporting angelic wings.
"God is sending another flood, preparing to wipe out the wicked." Eden turned to Isaac.
"You must be prepared to fulfill your destiny." Isaac told the three.
"And what is that?" Carter felt himself saying.
The two held out their hands. Carter, Madrid and Vally all cried out as angel wings burst from their backs, reaching for each other as their eyes began to glow: Carter's silver, Vally's pink, Madrid's blood red. The three turned as one and stared in horror as a great dragon appeared before them, a twisted creature of flames and darkness, impossible in size. It gazed at them opening its jaws and letting loose a primal roar, the beating of its bat-like wings pushing them back as t gazed at them with dark, cunning eyes that tore their souls to shreds.
"MY HOUR IS AT HAND!"
^&^&^&^
Carter sat up with a gasp, Madrid reaching out and clasping his arm as they awoke from the shared dream.
"MAMA! DADA!" Vally screamed, rushing into their room and diving into their bed, crying out in panic. Husband and wife drew her close, the family trembling over the vision.
"What…what was that?" Madrid finally whispered through her tears, her hands still rubbing Carter and Vally's backs to make sure there were no wings.
Carter was shaking like a leaf, trying to calm himself as Vally sobbed. "I…I don't."
^&^&^&^
All season, they have lurched in the shadows, their deeds horrific and heroic.
But next week…Elsewhere looks to the future.
*We see the 4 Hunters watching an older Hiro*
Learn the secrets of the 4 Hunters: what is there mission; what are their powers; what connection do they hold to the heroes and villains of ELSEWHERE; and what future could be so horrible that it would bring them here to stop it?
Episode 54: Hunters
And in two weeks…find out how it all began…
*We see baby Vally, 10 months old, looking up at Daniel Linderman in confusion*
Before they were heroes.
Episode 55: Villains