(7 Weeks Later)
(Élysée Palace- France)
"Bonjour, Mme Daniels."
Madrid smiled, adjusting the red jacket she wore, making sure that it showed off just a bit of cleavage. One would think that, in such a situation, she should be dressed much more conversativaly then a red micro mini skirt that was cut to show off her round, firm ass and a shirt that had her breasts practically overflowing.
But, she was in France…
"Bonjour, Monsieur le Président." She said, doing her best to remember her French. "Je suis heureux que vous me rencontriez."
The President smiled, motioning to a chair. "Why I appreciate your dedication, why don't we continue on English?"
Madrid nodded. "Merci." She blushed. "I mean thank you." She sat down, crossing her legs, slowly letting her high heel dangle off her right toe, swaying it back and forth. "I am glad we can finally get this finalized, and I apologize for the early hour."
The President nodded. "But of course. And what is a predawn meeting for me, dear lady. I must say, your husband's proclaimation of war…it did cause a few tremors."
"He has that way with people." She licked her lips, inside cringing and promising to wash long and hard afterwards and then force Carter to wipe the memory of this event from her brain with a long, hard night of…fun. "But, to know that you are going to agree to this…it is wonderful."
"Who am I to deny?" The President said. "The world is getting heroes…I want to be on the forefront. And…I hope that…when danger comes…you will remember which country offered you asylum first…" He nodded to a television, where Nathan Petrelli was talking about his position with the President of the United States. "…and which ones decided to hunt you down."
Madrid nodded. "But of course."
"Then we have an accord." The President paused. "Might I ask, where is your husband?"
"If I know him…at some club with the boys, making a scene"
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(Club Spiral- Berlin Germany)
The place was packed, the music was blaring, and the booze flowed freely.
It was a place only the most elite, and most shady, of Berlin's movers and shakers knew about. A place where your money and your connections got you in, and what you were dealing saw to how long you got to say. Semi-naked bodies ground together, bodyguards watched over their bosses as they made their deals and blew off steam, and everyone there was seeking something you couldn't gain normally.
I see your dirty face high behind your collar
What is done in vain, truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God to justify the way you
Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
Not many looked up when the three men entered. Had they, they would have noticed that they didn't seem to belong together. One appeared to be a punk/goth mix, with his purple and black hair, many piercings, sleeveless hoodie and baggy jeans. Another looked like a jock, wide shouldered with dusty blonde/brown hair and a black lettermen jacket with Predator sunglasses on. The final member of the group was more startling. His brown hair was shaggy, his eyes covered with wrap-around sunglasses, his body encased in a gray t-shirt, black leather duster hung off his shoulders and a long katana on his back.
And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine
"What do you think?" The jock asked.
The swordsman frowned, looking about. "I feel nothing but evil here." He nodded to his companions. "Da Vinci, Phantom…spreads some panic."
The punk, Da Vinci, nodded, pulling open his hoodie and unleashing a swarm of locust. The club goers screamed in panic as the bugs darted about, dive bombing anything in sight. The jock, Phantom, disappeared, bodyguards reacting in shock as their weapons were ripped from their hands.
And still, the swordsman remained standing, watching.
Because when I arrive I--
I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive,
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot
I must now remind you
Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
Da Vinci quickly found several burly bodyguards coming at him, their weapons gone but their fists more than enough to stop him. But the artist never paused, instead he merely snatch from his pocket one of his steel pens and drove it into the nearest guard's throat, letting him fall before he threw out a sheet of paper, a large deformed attack dog bursting from it and latching onto another guard's hand.
Now the son's disgraced, he who knew his father
When he cursed his name, turned and chased the dollar
But it broke his heart so he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world, to the world
One of the men that had remained seated when the chaos had begun, deciding to just watch the anarchy unfold, suddenly wished he had gone running when he felt an invisible hand clasp his throat and a gun press into his forehead.
"Where is she?" Phantom hissed.
"I…I don't…" The man said in broken English.
"Don't play dumb with me." Phantom snarled. "Where is Marie Delpine?!"
And you take your time
And you stand in line
Well you'll get what's yours
I got mine
"I don't know… I don't know!"
"You do business with her." Phantom snarled. "Tell me…"
"I don't know, ok! I always went through channels…I never met her face to face…"
Phantom snorted, shoving the man's head into the wall before leaving his side, only returning to visible the swordsman's side, Da Vinci already done with his terrorizing. The crowd was now culled towards the dance floor, watching the three in free.
"Well?" The swordsman asked.
"Dead end."
The swordsman nodded. "I'll clean up. Get outside."
Da Vinci and Phantom nodded, Phantom clasping the other's shoulder and fazing them from sight as the swordsman removed his duster and sword, slowly marching towards the crowd.
Because when I arrive I--
I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive,
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot,
I must now remind you
Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
"I have no need for my weapon." The swordsman said calmly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" one patron called out. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes." The swordsman said calmly. "I'm surprised you don't know me." He removed his sunglasses. "Sie rufen mich das Metatron."
" Mist… ist es dieser Dummkopf, Daniels!" One of the more powerful club patrons called out. "Töten Sie ihn!"
The few guards that had guns opened fired.
Yeah!
Wayne's World, planet rock
Panties drop, and the tops
And she gonna rock till the camera stop
And I sing about angels like Angela
And Pamela and Samantha
And Amanda and Tamara
Menage-a-moi
I'm in here like, bitch what's up
Mechanic me, I can fix you up
I can dick you up, I can dick you down
Shorty, we can go wherever just pick a town
And my jewelry is louder than an engine sound
Big ass rocks like on the ground
Dirty like socks that's on the ground
Weezy
Metatron twitched as the bullets ripped through him, blood splattering the floor as they tore him to pieces. Still, he remained standing, face twisted in a grimace as the men unloaded their clips into his body.
After a few moments, the club grew quiet save for the cd that still played.
Because when I arrive I--
I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive,
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot
I must now remind you
Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
"My turn." Metatron said calmly as energy began to burst from the bullet holes, his skin turning to silver, his hair white flames, his eyes golden. He opened his mouth, the light from what looked like a minature sun pulsing from his throat, and let out a bellow as he exploded.
Because when I arrive I--
I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive,
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot
I must now remind you
Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock
Outside the club, Phantom and Da Vinci listened to the screams with mild interest, making sure no one was coming to investigate. When Metatron finally emerged, placing his duster over his now destroyed shirt, they both looked up.
"What about the club?" Da Vinci asked.
Metatron walked over to a Hummer that was parked across the road, face contorting as he lifted it into the air, calling upon his super strength.
"No evidence." He grunted, tossing the vehicle. His two companions nodded, pulling out their guns and firing at the Hummer. All three turned their backs as the blazing hunk of metal collided with the building, the explosion rocking the block.
"Lets go." Metatron said coldly as he tore the shredded and bloodied t-shirt from his chest. "We have other leads to follow."
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(The Petrelli Mansion-New York)
Angela looked over at Nathan, the files laid out over the table. "You've managed to come up with quite a game plan, Nathan." She frowned, moving past the manilla folders to ones done in black. "But…there is still these."
Nathan sighed. "We've been over this, ma. I'm working on it."
Angela shook her head, pulling out a photo of Carter and Madrid walking through a Parisian Park, Vally skipping in front of them. "The Daniels family are a major threat to us all. They can ruin everything."
"We wouldn't have to worry about them is Linderman hadn't gone tinkering." Nathan commented. "Besides…if what we know about Vally is true…"
Angela laughed. "How about we just steal Mt. Rushmore?" She jammed her finger at Carter's image. "That man there killed 50 Company agents when we took his daughter and wife. After he broke them out, another man kidnapped her." She pulled out a photo of the ruins of Flint, Michigan. "He destroyed half the town getting her back. There is a reason Carter Daniels beat our Sylar on The Company's list of dangerous rogues." She leaned forward. "You go after him, he'll kill you. But if you go after his family…him and everyone on his side will hunt you and all you love down and not blink as they destroy them."
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(The Delpine Estate- The Swiss Alps)
Marie Delpine shook her head in annoyance. From the other side of the room, Lorenzo Bast stood, arms crossed over his chest. "How's the prego?"
"Frustrating, but the baby is fine. The girl does not understand the honor I am giving her…her child is going to be the weapon that destroys Carter Daniels and his damn family once and for all."
"And why would any mother not want that?" Lorenzo muttered sarcastically.
Marie didn't even bother to comment on that. "Who do we have left?"
Lorenzo sighed. "Quint was killed trying to get Biddy and Hank the first time. Rodreck was killed in the raid, most likely by those turncoats Renee and Charlie. Your husband is dead, Ashleigh has sided with Carter. Gabriella is missing, presumed dead…we are the only two left."
"Not quite."
The two of them turned, startled to find Gabriella standing there. The left side of her face was twisted slightly, the skin burned and scarred. The beauty that had once made her the envy of all shattered by a few light scars and discoloration. She moved forward, the lamp on Marie's desk flickering as Gabriella stole its light, the room growing darker.
"It seems my death notice was premature."
Marie raised an eyebrow. "Not that I am not overjoyed, but how did you manage to survive the explosion? All of your men were killed, as were several of Carter's men and many Company Agents…"
"She had help."
Marie stood up, tensing as the older man entered the room, his graying hair matted down, his body wrapped in blood-specked bomber jacket.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joseph, and I am your new leader. Now…you can bow to me…" He held up a hand as Gabriella wrapped herself around him. "…or die."
Marie tilted her head. "How very amusing, Joseph…I was, in this very moment, thinking the exact same thing as you." She held up her hand, Joseph yelling out a roar of pain as he fell to his knees. "There, was that so…"
The lights blinked as Gabriella unleashed her shadows, sucking up all the light and leaving them all in darkness. Marie and Lorenzo blinked as they heard Joseph pant heavily, moving about.
"Nice trick…" Joseph's voice seemed to come from everywhere. "Here's mine."
Pain.
Marie knew it well.
But never like this.
It felt like her skull was splitting open and compacting at the same time. She clutched her ears, howling as Joseph brutally used his mastery of sound to rattle her frontal lobe and leave her twitching on the ground. In the darkness he fell ext to her, trying to shake off her own emotion-controlling attack.
"Enough of this." Lorenzo commanded, a swarm of fireflies bursting into the room and forcing Gabriella to back away, the light burning her skin, moving to quick for her to capture. "Look at ourselves…fighting like dogs." He glared at Gabriella. "Remove your shadows. Marie, release this man…and you, Joseph, end your nonsense and tell us why you are here…" He paused, flicking his finger, watching as the tiny gray scorpions he'd called from his room crept along Joseph's shoulder. "And I wouldn't lie."
Joseph nodded, standing up as Marie, to her own annoyance, released him from her emotional-control. He adjusted his jacket, staring at the group carefully. "In a word? Revenge. I am after 2 people that have taken my place as the most dangerous powered beings on this planet. I have already beaten one…the man named Sylar would have died at my hands had it not been for his partner."
Marie raised an eyebrow. "You defeated Sylar?" Sylar had been someone she wished to encounter herself, to test her powers against. The idea that this man could actually defeat him… "Then, perhaps, Joseph, we should talk."
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(The Daniels Family Chateau- France)
Carter carefully removed his duster and heavy boots, making sure to ease them to the floor rather than let them drop. He kept the lights off in the bedroom, so not to wake anyone. Moving swiftly, he made his way to the dresser, stepping out of the rest of his clothing, grabbing a pair of silk pajama bottoms.
"Mmmm." Madrid said sleepily, staring up at him from her pillow. "What do we have here?" She was wearing a very revealing red nightie, and even without makeup and her hair tussled, she was a sight to behold.
"You waiting for me, baby?" Carter asked, taking a step forward.
"Not…baby." A little voice muttered.
Carter closed his eyes, tilting his head up before he swiftly pulling on the pjs and moved to the bed. Pulling up the sheet, he found Vally fast asleep, dressed in a pair of Supergirl pajamas, her little rump poking high into the air, the special bear in her arms.
"She wanted to wait up for you…I didn't realize…" Madrid said, smiling with sympathy.
Carter stroking his daughter's hair. "I'll live." Vally's eyes fluttered open. "Hey pumpkin."
"Hi daddy." Vally murmured, her eyes still heavy. "It morning?"
"No, its still night time."
Vally nodded slowly. "Can I sweep with you tonight?"
Carter and Madrid shared a look, it clear the last thing either of them wanted was the little body in the bed. Madrid had planned on surprising her husband with a welcome home celebration filled with naughty, and naked, fun.
"Sure princess."
Being a good parent sucked.
"Are you gonna be here when I wake up? Or you have'ta go to work again?"
Carter slipped under the covers, pulling his baby girl close. "No, I'll be here."
Vally mumbled softly, falling back to sleep.
"Any leads?" Madrid asked.
"Dead end…I will talk to Tina and Kelly tomorrow…then we start the search over."
Madrid fell back against her pillow. "Goodie."
Vally snored
Carter groaned. "Children…the ultimate cock-block."
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"There is something you wish to say to me, Lorenzo, isn't there? Something on the tip of your tongue that you want to let me know about, am I right? Why don't you just say it, my boy?"
Lorenzo glanced over at Marie as the two watched Biddy in the nursery they had set up for her, the woman still pissed she was trapped. "Joseph."
"But of course…what else would there be for you to talk about but the little noise maker?"
"He's more than that. He's bad news, Marie. And he has Gabriella wrapped around his finger. It's very dangerous for those two to be together. I don't trust him."
Marie shook her head is disgust. "You doubt me too much, Lorenzo. Joseph managed to surprise me this morning, but I will not allow him to do it again. I will be ready, and he will fall."
"But will Biddy?" Lorenzo asked, nodding towards the nursery. "The last of the Delpines, dwells within her, a child that will rival Valencia Daniels in power." He shook his head. "I had Maxwell look him up…Joseph has a thing for pregnant chicks…they make him go bananas. If he finds out about Biddy…"
Marie nodded. "Get Maxwell and get Riker…we'll increase security."
Lorenzo sighed. "Lets pray it is enough."
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Helena glared at her adult grandchild, annoyed as Valencia peeled an apple. "Your father is killing himself, he is risking his life, and you are sitting there snacking?" She turned on Vic, who was also eating. "And you! You convinced our son to join this Alliance of yours, the same Alliance that is trying to kill him and that kidnapped Biddy, and you haven' done a damn thing!"
Vic shrugged. "I'm not worried because I figured this all out. Valencia here isn't freaked, and that is because she already lived through this! We're fine as can be! Carter lives…immortal, remember…Biddy is found, happy days."
"Flawless logic." Derek said from behind the kitchen counter. "Except in our time, Daphne saved Hank and Biddy, The Company held Merrick, and Peter Petrelli saved Carter from going all Uber Sylar. But, thanks to Peter's trip through time, things changed."
Valencia nodded. "That's why we are still here. The timeline isn't solid yet. Peter ended up helping us against Marie and the 7 Horns…now he isn't here, and we are taking his place, grandpa."
Vic frowned. "When will you know the timeline is correct?"
Sarah frowned from where she perched next to her father. "No clue. Malcolm said that he would tell us."
Helena frowned. "Malcolm?"
Gabriel scoffed. "You know…Malcolm Grant?" He looked back and forth between Helena and Vic. "6 feet tall, British Guy, shaved head, dressed like Bullseye from the Daredevil movie? Can see how events came to be and see how actions will change major events in the future? Immune to timetravel, the Lord of Bloody Chaos, the most powerful seer that lived, dad's Number 2 advisor?" He held up his hands. "Any of this ringing a bell?"
Valencia nodded. "Where is Malcolm?"
Helena narrowed her eyes. "I ask again…who the hell is Malcolm Grant?"
Derek shared a look with her husband. "Remember when Malcolm told us, right before we came here, that we had a lot of work to do…you think…"
"He meant saving him?" Valencia whispered, it finally dawning on her that, while in her own fuzzy memories of her toddler years that Uncle Malcolm had always been around, this wasn't the case. That Malcolm had come into their lives late…like several other people she still was trying to figure out how into placed. "Probably."
Gabriel sighed. "Jeez, first Aunt Sarah isn't here, now this?"
"Who?" Vic asked.
Sarah frowned. "You know, Aunt…" Derek covered his daughter's mouth.
"Listen…"He said, trying to divert attention before Sarah caused a time paradox, "…we need to find Malcolm…he plays a vital role in Carter's rise to power."
"Can he find Biddy and get my son to stop invading German clubs?" Helena asked.
"I…guess so, grandma." Valencia said.
"Then lets find the bastard." Helena said wickedly.
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"Go to the cockpit!" Peter shouted at Claire, working over the last guard before making his way to the other imprisoned people, ripping off their hoods and removing the nose plugs that were feeding them the drugged air. Pausing at one near the back, Peter pulled his hood off, only for the man's head to snap up.
"Remove these bloody cuffs, would ya?" The British man said.
Peter frowned as he did so. "Why aren't you…"
"Drugged?" The man asked as he stood up. "Saw this coming, the chaos lines told me which foods to eat to counter it. Amazing, nature and all that." He made his way towards the door Claire had gone through. "Thanks mate."
"Where are you going?" Peter asked. "We need to get the rest of these people free, Claire's already getting to the pilot."
The man nodded "You keep doin' that, I'll make sure she is fine, that none of them guards are goin' after her."
"Who are you?" Peter called out.
The British man grinned. "The name is Malcolm Grant." He turned, but instead of going left, towards the guards that were coming after Peter, Malcolm went right, taking a moment to snag a parachute. "Sorry kid…" Malcolm focused, waiting for the signal. All around him glowing lines told him what was coming, whispering all the possibilities. One suddenly flared, and Malcolm ripped the door open, double checking his parachute as the plane lurched. "…but I got business with the Voice of God."
And with that, Malcolm jumped.
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Next Time…
(We see Valencia talking with the group)
Valencia: Malcolm Grant is the key…we find him, we find Biddy
IN ORDER TO SAVE ONE OF THEIR OWN
(We see Marie kneeling before Biddy)
Marie: You need to listen to me…because me, I'm not the worst person in the world…not one bit
(We see Joseph smirk, followed by Sylar walking down a street)
THEY MUST DISCOVER ANOTHER
(We see Malcolm looking around a forest)
AND TO DO THAT
(We see Nathan walking to his car)
THEY WILL CONFRONT THE TRAITOR
(Carter holds Nathan up by his throat)
Carter: You tell me where they are, or I will kill you!
Elsewhere- Chapter 62: Trust and Blood
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And now, for fun, the lost scene from the HEROES Super Bowl Spot.
(We fade in on the field where Peter, Nathan, Matt Mohinder, Hiro, Ando and Claire are playing the NFL legends. The camera pans back to reveal the ticket booth…)
Carter: You can't be serious!
(We see Carter, Madrid, Hank, Kelly, Tina, Malcolm Grant, and Vally, all dress in football gear, arguing with the guard.)
Kelly: Do you know who we are?
Guard: Yeah. People who aren't on the list.
Hank: I can't believe this. Come on man, we're suppose to be playing!
Guard: If you aren't on the list, you don't get in.
Tina: We are the cast of ELSEWHERE! The longest running Heroes fic…one of the first ones ever written! One of the most popular Heroes fics ever!
Guard: Do you appear on TV?
Madrid:…no.
Kelly: I thought you were on Ugly Betty?
Madrid: Just because I'm Hispanic I have to be on Ugly Betty? I don't see you starring on The L Word!
Malcolm: Forget this wanker…I have a great idea.
ELSEWHERE…IT'S HEROES…WE'RE JUST STILL TRYING TO GET TIM KRING TO NOTICE US
(We see Malcolm dribbling a soccer ball.)
Malcolm: Now this is real football…hey, I ever tell ya I was almost cast as Desmond on LOST?
Vally:…we missed the singy ad too.
Carter: I am so firing our agent.