"NO!"

Carter looked down at Vally, who stood between him and living room.

"Excuse me?" He asked, amused.

"You aren't retired! I say no!"

Carter calmly lifted her up, the 4 and a half year old struggling against him. "Sorry princess, but you don't get a vote in this." He sat down on the couch, taking a moment to wiggling his fingers at Gabriel, who just looked at him, lips parted slightly. "Sorry you came here for nothing, Terrence, don't like the door hit you on the way."

Micah took a step forward. "Mr. Daniels…"

"Whatever you have to say, it won't change our minds." Helena stated. "We all voted and agreed."

"We will gladly lend you some Alliance agents, Terrence, if that is what you aquire…" Vic stated.

Carter frowned. "And that all depends on what the problem is."

"The problem is you aren't a hero, daddy!" Vally shouted.

"Vally…" Madrid warned.

"I'll cry!" She stated, eyes wide. "I'll do it!"

Carter leaned down, "That won't change my mind…not this time."

"…Gabe will cry!" Vally said, delighted with her solution. She knew her father hated it when Gabriel cried. "Go on Gabe!"

"Urp." Gabe murmured, spitting up slightly.

"Aw, let me get that baby." Madrid whispered, pulling out a hankie.

Vally glared at her brother. "A good baby would have cried…Baby Sylar." She muttered.

"Vally!" Carter snapped. "Don't call him Baby Sylar!"

"But he's a bad baby!"

Tina shook her head. "But he doesn't cut off people's heads, does he?"

Gabriel merely blinked.

"As cute as this is…" West stated, trying to get the conversation back on track, "We have a major problem."

"And whatever could that be?" Carter said. "What could be a bigger problem than Merrick, or Marie…"

"Do I have a great aunt I don't know aobut?" Hank quipped bitterly.

"None of the above." Terrence stated. "Carter…do you know about Drago?"

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(London)

"Who is this woman again?" Ellie asked, holding Malcolm's hand tightly. They were making their way through the hallway, heading to a flat neither of them had been too.

"She's my mum's great aunt. Oldest of my entire family. Every child on my mum's side of the family have gone to her after they were married, to receive her blessing."

"Shouldn't you get a blessing before you are married?" Ellie asked.

"It's not like that." Malcolm stated. "It's not like she has to approve. What I mean is that…I don't know, I've never done this before and no one talks about what she says. But all of them make it clear that after talking to her, they feel more secure. Never had a divorce on my mother's side."

They paused at a small wooden door, Malcolm taking a breath before knocking. But the first rap of his knuckles caused the door to swing open, revealing a tiny, homey flat.

And there, seated by the window was Martha Tolisin, Malcolm's great great aunt. She was a frail little thing, thin as a rod and hunched down in her rocking chair, long fingers working on her knitting. She glanced up at them, her large glasses perched on her nose, a slight smile forming on her lips.

"Malcolm…so you and Ellie finally took the plunge." She paused, smiling. "And I see your powers have fully manifested."

Malcolm's eyes widened.

"And…immortality?" She clicked her tongue. "You must truly believe you are destined to be with this girl." She made a motion for them to come in. "It is all well and good, do not worry. You will need your strength, for what is to come."

"For…what is to come?" Ellie whispered.

Martha nodded, smiling. "Why, the darkness, silly girl. The darkness that will try and destroy us all."

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"Drago." Carter muttered. "Marie's old teacher. She told me about him when I was her prisoner, between bouts of torture." Madrid rubbed his back soothingly. "Heard he was dead."

Helena frowned. "No…Drago can't die." All turned to her. "We didn't know how…but Drago can…body hop." She shook her head sadly. "I never had his case, when I was with the Company, but we thought Drago was old, real old."

"10,000 years." Micah stated. "He's at least 10,000 years old."

"How?" Madrid asked.

"Again, body hopping. "Drago, when his current body dies, can leap into another body of someone recently dead, take it over and make it his. He claims all their powers, all their abilities…he's taken to murdering those with powers so he would have them for himself."

West picked up the story. "Drago, according to what we gathered from the Vatican…"

"The Vatican?" Hank asked. "What do they…"

"The Vatican is Drago's enemy. They know all about us…all about our powers." West said, trying to figure out how to best explain all they had learned. "According to their secret scriptures, when God flooded the Earth, there was one tribe who were chosen besides Noah to live. They were given abilities…abilities that would allow them to survive. This tribe, the Vatican believes, are who we all are descended from…all o us with powers."

"Drago…" Terrence continued, "Was a member of this tribe. He, along with his older brother Abbadon, and his sister Biathia, were the first ever to rebel against God. They became warlords, destroying countless cities, until the three were killed…or so all thought. Drago's power allowed him to leap into a dead body, and he's been doing so ever since. Drago declared war on God and the Earth, and swore that one day he would resurrect Abaddon and Biathia, destroy all religion and God Himself, and make himself Lord of all."

Carter frowned. "I know I call myself the Voice of God…but what does this have to do with me?"

"Drago…we don't know why, has been kidnapping families where one or more parent has a power." Micah stated. He gave Carter folder, inside 10 different pictures of happy families. "Mothers, fathers and the babies…always families with babies." Madrid and Biddy both held their sons just a bit tighter, Vally wiggling off her father's lap to sit between her parents. "He tried it with two former Company agents, Patrick and Ami, but they and their daughter managed to escape. They are still at the Vatican."

"Again…what does this have to do with me?" Carter demanded.

"Drago has been spotted here, in France…we believe he is preparing to gather more children, and that you may be a target." Micah stated.

"We want you to help us flush him out."

Carter shook his head. "I'm not doing anything. This only makes me more sure that I am doing the right thing by staying with my family. I am not going to leave them behind to be abducted while I go running around searching for your boogeyman…"

Terrence didn't hear the rest of what Carter said. Everything, from the people in the room to his own concerns faded away. Only one thing held his focus.

THe red point of light dancing around Vally's chest.

"NO!" Terrence shouted, diving towards the girl, trying to shove her away.

BANG

Vally screamed as the bullet ripped through her.

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"What darkness?" Malcolm asked.

Martha smiled slightly, still knitting. "Dark times are coming, Malcolm…an ancient evil is coming, and you will be needed…we all will be needed. Your friends and enemies alike think they can battle this threat on their own. They are wrong. It will take each and every one of you, good and evil, to battle this beast." She shook her head. "The final acts of Revelations are upon us."

"The final acts?" Ellie asked.

"The Dragon…and the fiery angel. The endgame has begun, and in the end the fate of the world will be decided by that battle." She looked at the two. "We have much to do."

"How do you know all this?" Malcolm asked.

"Dear silly boy…from who do you think you inherited your power?"

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"It hurts! It hurts!" Vally screamed, Hank doing his best to stem the gushing blood. Madrid was struggling to get to her daughter, Tina holding her back. The sniper was still firing, and it was only because Biddy was holding Madrid's hand that the Latin woman had not been injured.

Gabriel was screaming his head off, purple flames lashing out and absorbing furniture, bullets and anything else they could touch. West and Micah were helping Hank dig the bullet from Vally's shoulder, while Terrence had his gun out, trying to find their attacker.

Carter's eyes went red.

"Sarah." Carter snarled, his sister looking up from where she was hiding with their mother and father. "Protect them."

"Carter-"

She didn't get another word out as Carter's body began to glow a dark light, the horrid sound of a jet fighter filling their ears as his flames revved up. Crouching, Carter rocketed through the roof, landing outside only long enough to super speed towards the attacker.

"You!" Carter roared, finally seeing the sniper.

The corpse of Bob Bishop held up his hands. "Drago says hello, Carter."

The dam broken.

Carter exploded.

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Author's Notes: Next chapter will explain how West got to New York to give Peter the power of flight

Also, Martha does have Malcolm's power…but not in the way you think.