Heroes: Survival of the Fittest [IC]

[chulance]

Interest Check: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?t=149854
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Another day in New York, another day in the Big Apple. One of the most popular cities in the world, now more so then ever. Tyler Jenkins was part of this city, his father a politican, his mother a lawyer. With everything happening his family had been more involved then ever in wordly affairs, and they had been ever the informants about activities going on even when he was a reluctant listener. He didn’t care about what plans the Government had to systematically eliminate specials, or “deal” with the situation. One reason he didn’t care for that kind of talk was because his parents conversation often included him and his sister’s own genocide if only they knew the truth. He had often wanted to help, maybe he could get a change of heart out of them, but not yet. They already had their differences, and with the things he knew about his father’s past he wouldn’t put at past him to take out anyone with a potential danger to his career even his son.

He wrapped his fingers around a cold can of sprite, planting himself down on some brick stairs outside his friend’s apartment. Gary they had been close friends all the way through middle school, until he was taken away it turned out he was a special. In truth he’d ran away, blabbering about how it was “Us or Them”, and how they were planning to wipe them out. He hadn’t had contact with him since, he sighed. The world had gotten so messed up since then, so much trauma, and suffering. He started to squeeze the can tightly causing some of the soda to spill onto his fingers. He just breathed in and out, anger was not an emotion he could afford to have not anymore. Ever since the black outs had begun, it was a miracle he hadn’t been exposed on CNN or Fox News.

“Gary damn it you shouldn’t of run away.” He sighed and took a sip of his sprite, before getting up. There was no need to be remiscient of the past not right now. “ I have to put it behind me, that’s what Dr. Carter says, it’s just too damn hard.” He dusted the back of his jeans off, before beginning his walk back to his estate. The one advantage of being a Special, he didn’t have the same fears as before. He was no longer scared of getting kidnapped, or mugged. No he had much grander fears, he had a fear of blacking out and tearing his father’s head off, accidentily killing Caroline, or being put in prison by a Government Facility. Of course the Government claimed to only put away the “Dangerous” Specials but he was sure he classified.

Then it happened again, the vertigo, his head began spinning. He dropped then of cake, and he felt like the world around him was spinning as if he was on a merry go around. He couldn’t take a step further, the visions had begun again, he saw himself running through a lab, he heard gun shots, a door slam, yelling, horn rimmed glasses hitting the floor. A foreign language was being spoken, and the worst part of it all was despite how surreal the situation was, it felt so familiar, almost like reality. He took off running, his vision obscured by hallucinations of which origin he had no idea. He felt anger, confusion, he was getting stronger, he ran into the street.

A Car was racing out of control, and the driver saw him too late. His heart began racing 100 miles per hour, he felt himself starting to black out, the visions angering him. BOOM. A head on collision, his body against the car, and then it was lights out. He shot up pushing sheets off of him, he had awoken to a new surrounding his bed room. “Holy fuck..holy..”He looked around his heart was still pounding, it seemed even in his dreams dedicated to his friends, the visions came out to haunt him. Slowly but surely he climbed out of bed, his heart beat and breathing returning back to normal as he headed into the bathroom to freshen up, hopefully his day would have less surprises then his dreams.

[FunnyGuy]

Beeeeeeeeeep!

"Yo your bus card ain't workin'" Michael Henderson, a Miami bus driver said. The man trying to get on the bus looked pretty upset as his card wasn't processing. This happened occasionally when the cards either didn't print out right, or if someone was trying to use their card from the day before to get a free bus ride.

"Let me try again!" The woman about his age demanded. She didn't look all too appealing to Michael, so there was no way he'd try to bargain her phone number for a free ride on the bus.

"You tried four times already. Let me see the bus card." Michael said, trying to keep his cool. There were times when this job became stressful, and this was a key moment. On top of that, there were Michael's thought on recent events dealing with "his kind". He had never known there were others like him until Specials were outted publicly. Michael kind of wished he had some ability that let him get whatever he wanted. It was asking for too much, but it would be much better than becoming a moving statue.

"No! Just let me go through. I'll buy another one next time." The woman said desperately as Michael glared at her bus card. "You gonna let me go?"

"Yeah... Get the fuck off my bus." Michael said coldly. The woman couldn't believe he used the word that came out of his mouth.

"What the fuck! You can't fuckin' talk to me like that!"

"Ay get off the bus! I gotta go to work!" A man said from the back the bus.

"Just get off the bus." A woman said a but more politely on another part of the bus. The woman "messed up" bus card just looked at everyone on the bus with hate in her eyes before speaking.

"You know what?! Y'all gonna get what's coming to you! Fuck all of you!" She shouted before exiting the bus and throwing her bus pass onto the sidewalk. Michael just just shook his head. Today would be a long day with how it just started.

[j8cob]

New York City was sunny today. A bit cloudy, but the sunlight managed to gleam through the office windows. On the second floor of Manheim and Albridge, Joseph's office resided. The room was very plain, to say the least. It wasn't decorated by any awards or family photos. The large oak desk had nothing on it, because Joseph kept all the files and paperwork organized in a nearby file cabinet. He had no job today, having just got his previous client acquitted yesterday. His friend Al had a job today, and other lawyers around the building had some cases too. But not Joseph. Being the man he was, of course he still came to work. Even if there wasn't work.

Joseph was behind the large desk, leaning back a bit in a rolling chair. He was contemplating, something he is known for around the offices. The world is a very different place, and a dangerous one. Humans have behaved very differently than he had predicted they would. Joseph guessed the majority of the human populace would be accepting of Specials. Maybe it was fantasy, thinking he would be revered by others. But they didn't. More than likely, it is jealousy. That they weren't "lucky" enough to get powers, so they get jealous, and jealousy leads to anger. It makes sense now. It's a good thing his powers are less conspicuous than others. He can just keep doing what's worked. Blend in.

The silence of the room was broken by the secretary entering from the door labeled 'Albridge'. She was a young woman, fresh out of college, trying to make a living. "Sir, the paper," she said, holding out a copy of New York Times. Joseph stood and walked just far enough to reach the reading material. He has never missed a Times since 1943. "Thank you, Ellen," Joseph said, his voice stern. The kind of voice you hear in your head when you imagine a politician. With a nod, the secretary left, silently closing the door. Joseph sat back down, looking over the front page. The day was simply a boring one. Lunch break might be a bit longer than usual today.

[Shoryu]

[ahhh, lovely, Ideas abound ^.^ maaayybe i over-did it =3]

James was rather enjoying his quiet flight to New york, reclined in one of the plush luxurious seats of his own private Jet, remembering for himself 'one of the biggest benefits of being part of a successful 'modern' mob family... there's a LOT more money in circulation these days to fund businesses' Currently he was being shepherded to new york under the guise of Timothy Degatso, a son of the renowed non existent CEO of Degatso Inc., Kenneth Degatso. 'another great benefit, it's easy to create shell companies that act as real businesses and can be properly vetted while giving us good alias's' Why was he thinking so much? probably cause he was a bit 'smashed' currently, currently inhaling very small veritably harmless amounts of one of nitrous oxide, zoning out under the has or bliss, right up until one of his temporary body guards walked up and snapped his fingers to get his attention

"sir?... HRM, SIR?!?. We'll be landing in new york within 2 hours... It would be best for you to sober up and be ready to disembark looking like a refined businessman."

He stared at the man dumbly for a moment, noting the little gas mask he wore resting around his neck, ready for use if the known gas manipulator ended up becoming a danger, before sitting up, buzzed or not he was conscious enough to stay cognitively active "eerrff... HRM, okay, okay, I'm gettin up, hehehehehhe.... mmmrmmm." he paused and stretched thoroughly, working himself out of the freakishly relaxed state as he had numerous times before then addressed the body guard as he was walking away "HRM, Thanks for the warning man... and for the escort, heh. Nice to know there's always friends you can count on."

The guard gave a grumbled reply and a grin "Yeah, no problem 'buddy'. You'll probably love america." This got his attention however, though he didn't show it he gained tinges that something was amiss, nobody in the family called him 'buddy', they either used his name or sir, not in his whole life had a member of the family done so. maybe he was just paranoid from coming down off the bliss infused high of the nitrous, but he soon got up to head to the bathroom of the ship.

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As warned a couple of hours later the plane was cruising over new york city, nice and low and heading for a private air-strip on the outskirts, and of course it was night time, who makes a secret flight in the daytime?, but James had already caught onto suspicions, though he was also known for being a bit of a thrill seeker, so perhaps they wouldn't think he'd figured it out even as the plane's main door opened. "I"LL CATCH YA LATER BOYS!!!." The 'escorts' absolutely freaked out as the plane began a sudden descent that pilots worked to counter-act to safety, and James leapt right out of the door, thinking for an instant how much fun it was, but also recounting how his father taught him to always have a contingency or an escape plan incase they 'were' infiltrated, and a few seconds after leaping out he pulled the cord on his chute.

He was cackling madly as he drifted through the air so quickly towards one of the sky-scraper roves of new-york, the hardest part of this being keeping his hat held down with one hand while keeping the control strings steady. He landed with a considerable thump on the roof-top of, of all places, a tattoo shop in queens, how the hell his aim brought him to such an undersized target in this monster of a city is a thing of mystery. though wasting no time he snapped the links on his chute so it would fly off in the wind, maybe it made a crash? who knows, he wasn't worried about those people, after discarding his vest from the chute he located the fire-escape to get down to the ground and took his first steps in new-york. 'damnitall... I'm gonna hafta use a different name now too... hmmm, hotel first, emergency tommorrow... tired.'

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The next day's newspaper would likely show an article about sightings of a man parachuting into town, or a place nearly crashing into a building, maybe even a disappearance of his alias, of course when he woke he wasn't at all interested in the newspaper. Once he woke, paid, and ate breakfast, he was out on the streets at last, his most important things tucked away in his suit's inner pockets, and a bag over his shoulder of things he had with him or had bought the night before, mainly somethin like food, cleaning products, a change of cloths, the things one might expect an eccentric tourist to pack, to avoid suspicion. He still had his suit on however, though he made it look a bit ruffled, wore his hat crooked, changed his scarf, trying to make himself look like a rich boy who just got up after one helluva party night, and he certainly couldn't deny the rush from the night before, but now it was time to explore, see what he could find, and who he could encounter.

[chulance]

Peter didn’t know how to deal with his current situation, how could he. He wanted to help his brother, he was with him when he exposed Specials. As such he’d been a victim of the Petrelli hate that came from Specials who hadn’t wanted to be exposed. Of course them revealing the existence of Specials hadn’t outed every single one, but the fact that people knew about powers meant you couldn’t go out using your powers to do whatever you wanted unless you were extremly cocky. Then there was Pinehearst, his brother had even convinced him to get involved in that. He went to extreme lengths for Nathan, for family, one of his conditions being their mother Angela be spared from any time in prison, or persecution under the law.

The agreement had been met, Angela was cleared of all charges, and all evidence of her activites with Primatech were cleaned away, along with the company’s fall. That wasn’t even the biggest surprise, his new brother was. Gabriel Gray, aka Sylar, the infamous serial killer who’s target was specials. He was shocked when Pinehearst hadn’t recruited him, considering the rumors of the Government’s plans for genocide towards specials. Maybe it was because he was a loose cannon, but for better or worse, the two immortal brothers were stuck together. Angela belived he could help Sylar, and vice versa. The help was the Hunger, the urge to learn more knowledge, it was a craving. Reminscient of a drug addict, he now felt sympathy for his deceased from Isaac.

If this craving was anything like what Heroine addicts went through, then he could understand relapse. The urge to tear into people, to get rid of things when they didn’t “fit” it was hard to explain. “Gabriel, can you turn the tv down.” He sighed he was baby sitting one of the most powerful specials on the planet, and what where they argueing about the volume on the TV.

“Oh Come on Peter, you picked up that sound power from me didn’t you, block it out.” Peter clenched his fist, resisting the urge to use his control of sound to make his ears bleed. He was headed to the refrigerator, opening it up and grabbing a bottle of whisky. One of the advantages of not having a real job anymore, he could drink whenever he wanted. Then again it took a lot more to get him even tipsy, and even then he recovered from the effects of intoxication quickly. He felt bad for any college student who this power on one hand that could survive stunts of stupidity they went through, on the other they wouldn’t have to worry about hangovers because they wouldn’t be drunk for long.

“Come on Gabriel.” He said with distaste, and satisfication. Sylar didn’t like his real name, but he seemed to let it slide by when his family used the word even if it irritated him to no end. “ I have a different power in mind, how about I fry the TV all together.”

He heard laughter, as he made his way into the living room, where Sylar made the remote fly into his hand. He pressed down turning the volume down slightly. “Come on Peter, don’t you have work to do, you’re an agent now right? I’m telling you there no good personally I couldn’t work there without ripping there heads off. Hunting Specials is my thing.”

Peter couldn’t believe this, this was the same person who’d turn his niece’s skull in, however he knew he was better off then Gabriel. He could mimic abilities by being in someone’s precense, and he still struggled with the hunger, his serial killer brother was worst off. “Alright you’re right, maybe I’ll head to Jersey, and do some actual work. I don’t have time for your paranoia I know Nathan may not always do the right thing but he has good intentions alright. He’s one of us he’s not gonna attempt a damn genocide when he’d be one of the targets!.”

Sylar just shrugged his shoulders not in the mood to argue, this was another thing that irritated him. He acted like he was always right, even if he had the ability to discern and understand it didn’t make him omniscient. Peter just went and grabbed his favorite black coat, his standard issue Pinehearst gun, and then focusing he vanished into thin air. Sylar then pressed down on the volume turning it up.

“ I thought you’d never leave Peter, you naïve fool. Nathan may have you fooled, but he’s made it clear how he feels about me, and soon I’ll make it clear how I feel..about him.” He grinned as he leaned back in the sofa enjoying the show, and then looked at Peter’s glass of unfinished Whisky, and motioned causing the cup to fly into his hand.

[Airiose]

Pulling off his sunglasses and hanging them of his jacket pocket, Westen took one step back as the angry woman pushed past him. He then turned back to the bus, took two steps up, and swiped the card that he had bought three minutes ago. He looked up, gave a slight smile towards the bus driver, and moved to take a seat. Luckily, he found one directly behind the driver's seat, and he placed his briefcase below the seat before sitting.

He took a leisurely gaze at his watch of his left wrist, and tapped the side of it twice. It sent off a single towards the nearest Pinehearst facility, warning that he was about to approach the target.

Once the bus started moving, he waited a few seconds before they had pulled into traffic and up to a red light, and he leaned over, placing his elbow to his knee, and spoke to the bus driver, "Excuse me, Mr. Henderson, I was wondering if I could arrange a business meeting with you; to discus a possible job opportunity."

[Chyoko]

Amunet had arrived at New York, yet again, on a plane not two hours ago. She had a small smile on her face that seemed permanently embedded over her features. It was almost as if she had reached enlightenment, but she thought that excepting ones complete range of emotion was true enlightenment. Peace wasn't ever the choice to peoples problems, two thousand years of living had taught her that. But despite her belief, she was content with her unending life.

Sitting at a park bench, she waited until she saw her cab to stand up. Amunet had already shipped her belongings back to New York, and was now on her way to her new apartment. There was enough money in her bank to do anything she wanted, luckily she was one of the rare people that wasn't horribly affected by the Great Depression so many years ago. When the cab stopped at in front of her, Amunet stood and got in, her smile never wavering.

[Rainmaker]

Fast asleep in a spill of voluminous furs, Anyu barely registered the descent of the plane. Arranging a sabbatical alongside the whole traveling bit had been a surprisingly tiresome affair, not even broaching the argument she'd gotten into with a group of college girls in Fairbanks International Airport. That infernal book and movie, Into the Wild, seemed to have increased the tourism in recent years, and many people took an affront to her choice of garb. Living in the more isolated regions of Alaska in her youth, Anyu had learned to both respect life and use it to protect her own, making use of the varied species and all their assets. So her thick coat, lined for extra warm with a wolf's pelt, was not terribly unique for her origins. It did, however, cause some tourists to contemplate red paint - if their expressions were any indication.

As the overhead voice purred overhead in that perpetually calm, no-terrorists-here tone, Anyu stirred. Her expression morphed into one of disgruntled distaste as someone hacked away a good chunk of their lungs directly behind her, probably coating the back of her seat in spittle. As this thought crossed her mind, the woman leaned forward and gave a slight shudder of repulsion. The plane settled smoothly, people already jumping to their feet with impatience. This having been her fifth plane due to an obscene amount of layovers, Anyu had already established a pattern of waiting until she was one of the last aboard. Easy enough to get along with, she had no desire to be elbowed, breathed on, and rubbed up against by a multitude of strangers.

A man passed by, eyeing her darker skin tone with curious intensity. As his attention dropped to her furs, a grin stretched across his face to show meticulously kept teeth.

"You won't be needin' that here, sugar."

With that, he moved on, leaving the Alaskan to puzzle out his meaning. She'd read up on Texas, of course, but surely he was exaggerating? Climates had been changing worldwide, so far as she was aware - a couple of hunters had nearly died of hypothermia recently due to such a broad weakening in the ice. Surely the weather here has mellowed out just like everywhere else, she reasoned as she grabbed her backpack and followed the trail of people. Unlike in all the pictures she'd ever seen, the plane was pressed against the side of the airport and led them directly into a blast of air conditioning.

Anyu had chosen Houston, Texas because of her tutor. A fan of such American heroes as Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett, he'd spoken of the South quite liberally. Texas seemed to gain the most notice in terms of the southern part of the continental US, though they'd scorned it liberally in New York as the home of rednecks, hillbillies, and other such degenerates. Despite all the bad rep, Anyu was determined to explore. The political upheaval was far less in Alaska, but she'd learned in New York to keep her own councils - even the gun-toting cowboys wouldn't daunt her with their puritan views. A quick smile flashed at that description, given in the voice of her brother. Collecting her suitcase, the woman took the hint of the Texan and shed her coat, folding it over her arm.

As she strode towards the primary exit, Anyu contemplated the days that spread before her, wide open and waiting for new experiences. Her gait was sure-footed and straight, daring the world to try and steal her balance, both a result of being an earth mover and being raised for a while in a simple world. The doors slid open on their tracks, buffeting her with a hot, dry wind. The heat stole her breath, mocking the heavy fall of chestnut hair that trapped the heat against the nape of her neck. Blinking in the sun, she dug around for the sunglasses she'd lost somewhere along the way, only to be interrupted by the chirping voice of some airport employee.

"May I call you a cab, miss?"

"No, thank you," she replied distractedly, her voice causing the man to cast her a second glance. With three different people speaking to her throughout her malleable years, Anyu's accent was dark and slow, only harboring the vaguest lilts of femininity. Giving up on the specs, she flashed the man a warm smile before turning and searching for the rental agency. She had rented a car, but admittedly hadn’t really looked into the details – if it was in good condition, she didn’t really care. Money wasn’t a huge problem, thanks to her father and several years’ worth of savings. The shiny BMW before her stood out like a sore thumb from all the stereotypes she recalled, inciting a faint front to draw her eyebrows together. Signing off the remainder of the papers before her, Anyu tossed in her luggage and settled into the vehicle. The radio was, amusingly enough, set to the country station.

[sweetangle66]

The brunette jumped off her bed in her pink tweedy bird pjs as one of her favourite song came on, on MTV. She turned up the volume before throwing the remote to the side as she tried to copy Beyoncé’s dances moves. “Who run the world? GIRLS! Who run the world? GIRLS!” Even though Caroline was still too young to fully understand what some of the lyrics in the song meant she couldn’t help but just dance to the beat and sing along to those parts she knew. She had been up since 4am watching MTV, which wasn’t unusual. The most sleep she would get a night was about 5 hours, and even with such little sleep she still seemed to be constantly full of energy.

Caroline was having too much fun to hear her nanny, Maria coming into her room. “Miss Jenkins, breakfast is served….Miss Jenkins?” Even though her parents didn’t work on weekends, Maria was still required to take care of her. Maria struggled to get Caroline’s attention away from the video clip, and so picked up the remote and turned the entire television off. “Uh! What the hell?” Caroline stopped dancing and glared towards the door to see who had just ruined her fun. “That was the best part Maria, turn it back on,” she pouted before crossing her arms over her chest. “Sorry Miss Jenkins but I can not do that…your father would like you and your brother to join him and your mother for breakfast.” Caroline didn’t really enjoy these family breakfasts, dinners or lunches, only because there would be a whole lot of awkward silences or an argument would break out. “I’ll be down in a minute…” she responded before sitting down on the corner of her bed and grabbing her imported Ugg boots from Australia. “Okay,” Maria replied before exiting the room and heading towards the laundry to do the families washing.

Once Caroline had got her warm boots on, she made her way to her older brother Tyler’s room. She didn’t even bother to knock on his door as she just entered, “TYLER, mum and dad want to see us for breakfast?” Her hazel eye’s trailed around the room but he seemed to be no where in sight. Maybe bathroom. She closed the door behind her and headed towards their shared bathroom. Again without knocking she flung the door open. He could’ve easily been standing there naked and she wouldn’t have cared. “TYLER! There you are, mum and dad want to see us for breakfast…and they said you have to give me a piggyback downstairs,” she lied smiling brightly at him. “So, come on horsey…get down lower,” Caroline decided to climb onto the ledge of the bathtub in order to get onto his back more easily.


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“Come on, Mister Ericson we know you made contact with Gabriel Gray recently…if you want your freedom you better tell us where he is hiding.”

Her hand reached up to brush her blonde hair out of her face as she watched from behind the glass her fellow co-worker interrogate Tim Ericson, one of the few ‘specials’ who was able to escape Sylar without so much as a scratch on him. Her co-worker had been in there for hours and hadn’t gotten any useful information out of Mr Ericson which continued to aggravate her. Ever since Nathan had told her that Sylar was the one who had killed her father she made it her number one priority to find the infamous serial killer. She knew how powerful he was but that didn’t seem to scare her off his trail. She was out for revenge and no one would get in her way.

Elle watched as Tim just laughed as her co-workers lame attempt of interrogation. She slammed her fist against the glass in anger, “I’m going in.” She spoke coldly as she exited the viewing area and headed towards the door that lead next door. Two guards stood outside the door, neither of the two tried to stop her from entering even though they were ordered to deny her entry because of the recent incident that had occurred. Elle was suspended from taking part in an interrogation for the next three months because she lost control of her powers and put three co-workers in the hospital barely breathing. Both guards knew exactly what would happen to them if they stood in her way and they weren’t about to risk their lives.

Elle forced the door open, letting it hit the wall with a loud thud as her co-worker Luke and Tim’s head popped up towards her. Luke’s mouth dropped open shocked to see her, “Um…you’re not supposed to be in here!”

“Oh shut up…” she spoke coldly as she strutted towards Tim eyes glaring at him. She grabbed him tightly around the collar, as she pulled his faces up towards hers. “Let’s cut the bullshit, you’re going to tell me where Sylar is at or I will zap the shit out of you!” Elle let go of his collar and then without hesitation grabbed the back of his head and slammed it against the table. “Are we clear?”

“Elle!” Luke called out towards her but she just ignored him as she kept her eyes on Eric.

Eric lifted his head off the table, smirking as the blood trickled from his nose. “You must be Elle Bishop.” Small sparks of electricity could be seen coming from her hands as they turned into fists by her side. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the table again.

“The next thing out of you’re mouth better be a location.” She turned her back on him and looked blankly at the glass window waiting for his response.

“I have a message from Gabriel for you, Elle. He says Game Over!” Elle’s eyes narrowed hearing those two words, she felt slightly worried for a second as the thought of going up against Sylar popped into her head. However, the nervous vanished quickly as the anger came back. Let’s see how well you can play this game Gabriel.A ball of electricity had formed in her hand as she twirled around and flung it straight at Eric. He screamed out in agony as his body shook vigorously as high levels of electricity swept through it.

“Elle!” Luke called out as he grabbed her by the arm to drag her out the door. But as his hand touched her skin he gets zapped sending him flying into the nearby wall. Elle didn’t even seem to notice that she had just shocked her co-worker as she moved towards Eric.

“You crazy bitch,” Eric twitched a little from the electricity. Elle ignored his rude remarks as she kicked the chair over that he was strapped into. Once he hit the ground she slammed her foot down on his throat, keeping it there as she leaded down towards him.

“This is your last chance, where the fuck is he?” She put more pressure on his throat seeing him struggle to breath. Elle smirked watching the fear slowly showing in his eyes as he laid there helpless. “I…I…I don’t know…” He managed to say before she took her foot of his throat. Just then a number of other agents came bursting through the door.

“Elle Bishop step away from the hostage,” the agent in the blue suit spoke as they held their weapons up towards her. Elle just grinned as she was about to walk away from Eric but then decided to just give him one last zap just for fun. One for the road so to speak. This time it was no where near as powerful as the first one, however it still caused his body to tremble. She turned towards the agents, putting her hands up to say she was done as she walked towards them. “No need to shoot, I’m leaving,” she smirked but her face slightly dropped when the agent in the blue suit told her that Seth wanted to see her in his office. Great. Elle held her hands up until she was out the room before letting them drop back to her side as the anger she was feeling completely disappeared.

As she made her way through the hallway towards Seth’s office she wondered about why he would want to see her. Usually when he had a new mission for her, he would just message her or get someone to inform her. The only times she ever seemed to see him face to face was when she was in trouble. She hoped that it wouldn’t be another lecture.

[chulance]

Seth was in his office, irritable as always, Elle had snapped again. The fact that she attacked her co workers was bad enough, considering the Government wanted to wipe them all out. Only thing was it was the 21st century, they weren’t quick to resort to Genocide to resolve their problems thankfully. Seth was highi up on the food chain at least in Pinehearst, and the U.S. Government trusted them. That trust was something needed, what else was needed was funding. To this end they needed to know how dangerous specials were, and word was they didn’t consider Sylar that much of a threat. He was like Buffy the vampire slayer, but targated specials, no one would admit it face to face, but he was systematically taking out specials they probably couldn’t stop themselves.

He looked at Elle, as she came into his office, another incident, it was related to Sylar. “Elle that incident with the co workers, that was bad enough but you interfered with an interrogation. I know what Sylar did, but acting like that isn’t going to help. He’s probably the most cunning dangerous special on our List right now, we need to approach cautiously.” He paused he wasn’t in the mood to give a lecture especially to Elle, he sipped his coffee. It was too bitter, he took out some sugar packets tearing them out, letting the contents spill into his drink. Picking up a nearby spoon, he stirred it together creating a sweeter mixture then what he had just tasted.

“Even though I hate to admit it, you’re one of our best agents, That being said with a heart full of regret I’m giving you full control of the Gabriel Gray assignment. “ With that he tasted his coffee again, it was far better this time. He grabbed a thick folder, and handed it to Elle, it was all the information they’d gathered on Sylar, including potential victims, potential abilities he could have gathered, and other such information. “We have to devote time to other assignments, but this is one of our most important, I’m sure you can accomplish that.” He said giving her a false sense of security, he wanted Sylar dealt with. However if she went out with him those were two sociopaths out of his way, and he could focus on bigger and better things like the “party” tonight. “Alright I know you can do it, if you need any resources or back up, just contact me, and I’ll send you undercover agents in the area to assist you, dismissed.”

He motioned for her to leave the office, outside Peter roamed the hallways. What if Gabriel was right about Pinehearst, about everything. He admittedly had dreams about the future that were less then pleasant, and one of the reason he no longer attempted to paint the future. If it was nothing good then why bombard himself with bad news, he saw Elle coming out the office, and sighed lightly. She was his “friend” to an extent, but sometimes her sadistic tendencies were annoying, even if he could heal getting shocked was never pleasant.

He was dealing with his current assignment, a hacker, a woman who’d gotten rid of her file, and posed a threat to the public. Damn it, this is the kind of thing Micah could help with, I have enough problems as is without talking to computers. He said as he tried to look down as he walked pass Elle.” Hey Good Morning Elle.” He said opening up his folder which was mostly just ideas about his target, no concessive evidence to help him.
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Tyler just recovering from his nightmare, the one thing he hated about the visions they felt painful even in his dreams. His anger too, his emotions were heightened somehow, maybe if he was a super hero he’d be the Drama King. He didn’t stay in the shower long that morning, not wanting to risk his visions acting up again especially in an area where he could slip and fall.

After getting out, he quickly patted himself dry with some towels, the bathroom still stuffy due to the hot steam floating around. He quickly slipped on some clothes, he went casual some jeans, and a T shirt. It seemed he was just in time, as before he could reach for the door, the most annoying person on the face of the plane did, his sister Caroline. He sighed at least this time he wasn’t in the shower, he remembered the time when she’d messed with the water, changing an enjoyable hot shower to a pounding of cold water. “Damn it! Why can’t you just knock for once, it won’t kill you.” Family Breakfast, wonder what’s wrong with dad’s career now. He sighed if he had to get rid of one parent it would be his father.

He probably wouldn’t career, he’d trade his family for more political power anymore. He was ambitious to a fault, nothing mattered as long as had his suit, tie, and crowd appeal. He had no interest in that field or law, but he missed the days before politics, when they were still somewhat of a real family. He felt bad that Caroline never knew the “old” dad, the one that cared about trips to the beach, and family barbecues’. Now certain family members had to be shunned as he couldn’t be connected anyone who’d jeopardize his career. “Alright let’s go, and I know mom didn’t ask me to give you a piggy back ride, but just remember if you fall and break your head it’s not my fault.”

He laughed, she pissed him enough that he’d want to drop his sister, but he’d never hear the end it from his parents. That and her scream would likely cause his ears to bleed until he was unconscious. He leaned down a bit so she could get on his back, and he walked out nearly slipping on a toy. “Damn it! The rest of the way down the stairs to the kitchen there was nothing else as he set Caroline down on the table, Richard nearly snapped.” What the hell! What if a reporter came in! Children sitting on the table no NO! Caroline get down, Tyler I thought I raised you better.” He sighed, and Ariel just rolled her eyes, whiles he didn’t agree with Tyler’s career options her disapproval for him was far outweighed by her dislike of her husband.

“Come on, everyone sit down, we need to say grace, you know get the sympathies from the church goers, Ariel go ahead, then I have to tell you all about what we need to do tonight, and how EVERYONE needs to behave.” He said glaring at Tyler, and Caroline as Ariel closed her eyes, and folded her hands for prayer.

“Dear Lord, we came to you today in your humble name to thank you for our wealth, and this great breakfast. I pray for my husband, his career, and for him to stop being an asshole Amen.” Richard looked up at the last comment, as he stuck his fork in some of the eggs, before grabbing a piece of bacon. “Anyway tonight there’s a party going down, it’s really a meeting about Special-human peace meetings, so just look pretty, smile, eat with a fork and spoon, then disappear and play on your phones just don’t get in the damn way, and Tyler if I smell any amount of alcohol I will personally beat the shit out of you with a base ball bat myself.” Tyler just took a deep breath holding his temper, as Ariel mouthed “really” at her husband, while Tyler sipped his orange juice going back to his meal, the awkward family silence was starting to settle in.