"Primatech"
-CLAIRE AND NOAH-
Noah shoved open the swinging doors of Primatech,
"This wasn't supposed to happen." He thought to himself, "She shouldn't have been there." He practically ran up the stairs to the floor his daughter was supposedly on. Bennet knew that this would cause a problem for him; he didn't want Claire to endure what would await her at Primatech, but if he let her go, his agents would notice, and they would no longer take him seriously,
"Maybe I can convince them that she doesn't have any abilities. No I can't do that to her again. That's what started this mess." After a few more minutes of arguing with himself, Bennet decided to keep her at Primatech, but he'd be sure to convince them that she wasn't dangerous. Bennet came through the final doors, and was immediately met with a lot of commotion. The captives were yelling and struggling, some were crying, but what caught Bennet's attention were two people remaining completely still; Claire and Sylar. Noah was happy to see that Sylar stood far away from Claire, but that still didn't ease his mind knowing they had been in such close proximity at the reservation. Bennet pushed that thought aside and went to Claire, putting a hand on her shoulder,
"I'll take care of her from here gentleman." He said smiling nonchalantly at the two men. The two agents looked at each other, a bit surprised, but nodded, letting go of Claire's arms,
"Oh and these hand cuffs won't be necessary, she's not a threat." He added. The agent who had called Bennet to the scene hesitantly removed the cuffs, but not her ability blocker.
Claire rubbed her sore wrists where the tight hand cuffs bit into her skin. She stared down the agents as her dad lead her to the door. As soon as they were out of sight Noah wrapped her in a fatherly embrace, but Claire didn't care to reunite. She pulled away from him forcefully, backing up a few feet,
"How could you do this?" She asked feircely. She had never felt so hurt by him before,
"Claire I-"
"No. I don't want lies or excuses. You're a company man, and that's all you will ever be. I'm sick and tired of all this. Why does it have to be this way?" She gritted her teeth; a few tears began to surface, but she wouldn't dare let them fall. Noah just gazed at her painfully.
"Why?" She asked harshly, and more loudly. Her anger was festering, and she couldn't contain it for long. She didn't want to be so emotional any more but everything was starting to catch up with her, and it made her feel so weak,
"Because there are dangerous people out there with these powers, and we can't have them hurting anyone. If I had known you would be at that camp, I would have never sent them. You've got to believe me." Claire turned sharply away from him, crossing her arms across her chest. She stared intensely at the door,
"If you think that you're going to treat me any different than those other people out there, just because I'm your daughter, you've thought wrong." She faced him again, ferocity in her eyes,
"I'm a mutant, remember. I'm one of them. Everyone out there had a dad or a mom, or someone who took care of them, and yet, they're here. So why should I be any different?" Noah stood tightly. He realized she was right. Claire held his stare for a moment before continuing, "Now, you can take me to my cell yourself, or I'll walk right out there, and those two jerks can take me."
Noah's eyes fell to the floor as he sighed, "This way." He murmured, turning down the hall. Claire followed him, a single tear escaping from her eye.
-GABRIEL-
Gabriel watched as Noah took Claire from the room. He shook his head,
"And there goes super dad, off to rescue his daughter." He mused to himself, "at least someone's getting out of this."
"Alright!" An agent yelled towards the door opposite from where Claire was taken. Gabriel looked for the man over the crowd. Gabriel was able to see the man clearly over the crowd, due to his 6"2 stature,
"It's the same pig who was after those kids! He must be the head of these agents." Gabriel noted narrowing his eyes at the man,
"Everyone, lead your captives to a level four cell. There is a chance that there may not be enough cells for one each, were getting pretty crowded down there, so if that is the case, double 'em up!" The head agent stepped aside as people were dragged out the door,
"Whitmore and Chapman!?" The agent called out over the racket. The two agents who were assigned to Gabriel halted at once, pulling their attention to their leader. The man pushed through a few of the people left in the room, making his way to the three. Once there, he stopped right in front of Gabriel.
"Agent Sanchez." Gabriel read on the man's name tag. Sanchez smirked up at Gabriel, who was quite a bit taller than himself,
"You two will be escorting this one to level five, the last cell on the right. The surveillance system will have a clear view from there." The agent never took his malicious eyes from Gabriel's, "That's right Sylar, a cell is waiting with your name on it."
Gabriel snickered softly, trying to suppress his amusement. The agent's smile vanished, turning into irritation,
"Are you laughing at me?" Sanchez furrowed his brow and set his jaw, now glaring at Gabriel.
"What can I say?" Gabriel shrugged, "You're amusing." Before Gabriel had time to think, he received a painful blow to the stomach, sending him back a few feet. He crashed into the floor tiles, landing on top of his hands, which were still cuffed behind him. He rolled over onto his side, trying to get his wind back,
"Pick him up." Sanchez said forcefully. The agents complied, ripping Gabriel back onto his feet. Gabriel still double over, attempting to breath normally again,
"For a small guy, he sure packs a punch." He thought. Sanchez walked up to him again, even closer this time, whispering, "I'm going to deal with you later. You might be a powerful lion now, but once I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a dead cat on the side of the road."
Gabriel stood up tall again, staring Sanchez down, "We'll see."
"Get him out of my sight." Sanchez spat. The two agents shoved Gabriel forward, and out the door.
"Stewart Point woods"
-REFUGEES-
Peter and Emma were lead by Tracy deeper into the woods. It was completely light out by now, and to the three, the woods were a lot less menacing now. Soon a group of people were coming into view for them. The group all sat around a dying fire, compiled by a bunch of sticks and brush. They all turned towards Tracy, Peter, and Emma as they heard them approach. Some of them smiled and greeted the three, while some where just to down to say anything. The three new comers sat together around the depleting fire with the others,
"Thank god everyone here is okay." Peter said, looking around the circle of people. Peter tried to be positive, but his spirits were crushed when he noticed neither Claire, nor Gabriel were among the group,
"Barely. Everything we had 's gone." Jed, a particularly troublesome refugee mumbled. He was from Austin texas, and had one of the most prominent accents Peter had ever heard. Jed had always been a tough acting guy, and a downer too,
"I was wondering if anyone had seen Claire or Gabriel? I want to make sure their okay." Peter asked, meeting everyone's eyes.
Jed sneered, crossing his arms, "Well I saw your murderer friend get shot down by an agent. Serves him right, in my opinion." Peter gritted his teeth, trying not to get angry,
"Don't talk about him that way." Emma said sternly, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. Jed rolled his eyes, disregarding her. Emma shook her head at him, "He saved my life. Doesn't that mean anything?" Peter patted her leg, now trying to calm her down. He smiled down at her and sighned, "Thank you."
A little boy raised his hand and waved it. His name was Johnny, and Peter and Claire had always played with him and his friends at the reservation; he knew the two of them very well,
"Peter?"
"What is it Johnny?" Peter asked. Johnny put his hand down,
"I saw Claire. She got caught. I was listenin to her and someone fightin. I was hidin with Miranda and Joey behind the cabin, we were playin spy. Then the bad guys came, and one was chasin us, but the guy Claire was with knocked him out, but he woke up and got Claire when I was runnin away." Johnny looked to the ground when he was finished. Peter stared into the embers where the fire used to be,
"This is all my fault. If I hadn't made them leave, this wouldn't have happened." He thought, putting his head in his hands. As if reading his mind Tracy placed her hand on his back,
"Don't blame yourself Peter. We can get them back." Peter looked to her hopeful face, and smiled back.
"Tokyo Japan"
-HIRO AND ANDO-
Hiro Nakamura stood next to his best friend Ando as the bridal chorus began to play. Hiro tugged at his bow tie he wore around his neck, which was cutting off his circulation. Ando noticed his friend's fidgeting,
"Watashi wa teiki-tekina nekutai de iku koto ni suru yō ni itta.
(I told you to go with a regular tie.)" He whispered as Kimiko walked down the isle towards him. Hiro managed to loosen it just enough to be comfortable,
"Shikashi, chō nekutai ga kūrudesu.
(But bow ties are cool.)"
Ando rolled his eyes, smiling at his best man. Hiro watched his sister make her way towards his friend. She looked amazing in her white Kimono, covered with satin flower embroidery. Hiro couldn't believe that his best friend was marrying his sister, and it was all because he stepped on the right butterfly when went into the past. While Hiro reminisced he didn't notice a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head sneak in at the back of the procession.
Kimiko finally reached the alter and stood facing Ando. The two smiled at each other happily. The usual wedding ceremony proceeded as usual with no interference from the mysterious guest in the back.
"Anata Kimiko Nakamura no shi made, pātsu ka, byōki de, kenkōde, mazushī tame ni, yutakana tame, waruku mo, yoi hōkō ni zenpō kono Ni~Tsu kara, motte iru to hoji suru tame ni, anata no gōhō-teki ni kekkon shi, ottodearu to Andō Masahashi kakarimasu ka?(Do you Kimiko Nakamura take Ando Masahashi to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?)" The reverend asked,
"Watashi ga yaru. (I do.)" She replied surely.
"Soshite, anata, Andō Masahashi wa, anata ga shinu made, byōki de, kenkōde, mazushī tame ni, yori hōfuna tame, waruku mo, yoi hōkō ni zenpō kono Ni~Tsu kara, motte iru to hoji suru tame ni, anata no gōhō-teki ni kekkon no tsumadearu to Kimiko Nakamura n toru ka ichibu? (And do you Ando Mashashi take Kimiko Nakamura to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part?)"
"Watashi ga yaru. (I do.)" He replied as well, adding in a quick nod.
"Nihon no kuni de watashi ni tōshi-ryoku de, watashi wa ima anata no otto to tsuma no hatsuon. Anata wa hanayome ni kisu suru koto ga dekiru. (By the power invested in me by the country of Japan, i now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.)"
The two kiss and everyone clapped loudly, standing to their feet. Ando and Kimiko held hands, walking back down the isle, followed by Hiro and Kimiko's maid of honor. As Hiro walked past the back row of benches, he noticed the man in black, still sitting. Hiro could tell by his features that he wasn't Japanese, so he assumed he was American. The man stared at Hiro blankly. Hiro stared back with a confused expression. The man in black stood, motioning for Hiro to come over. Hiro glanced over at Kimiko and Ando; they were preoccupied, so Hiro followed the man to the side of the building,
"Who are you?" Hiro asked, a little nervous. The man put down his hood, revealing his face clearly. Hiro searched the man's face. He looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place a name, or a time they had ever met. Hiro assumed he just had one of those faces. The man had light skin with deep brown eyes with a hint of green. His hair was thick and a shabby blonde color that was styled in a fohawk. The man was young, probably in his late teens, early twenties,
"Are you Hiro Nakamura?" He asked. His voice was a gravelly baritone,
"Yes." Hiro nodded,
"I need your help."
Hiro was caught a little off guard, "Help with what?"
"I come from the future, and I need to change it." He replied. Hiro saw the desperation spread across his face.
"What is your name?" Hiro asked quietly,
"Call me N."