Angela Petrelli, mother of New York congressman Nathan Petrelli, couldn't shake the memory of the dreams she had received two weeks ago: A door with "164" nailed on it and then a room with an operating table and a maching she couldn't identify. The room then became occupied by surgeons surrounding the operating table with all its equipment. The unknown machine was still there. The vision then changed to an old clip from a 1940's reel. It didn't show for long, but Angela knew from the moment she saw it that it was Dachau, a nazi concentration camp. Her dream then went dark and then lighted on the room. A voice from nowhere said, "Gaze on the monster you helped create, Angela Petrelli." Angela didn't know who was sending her this cream, but she did know it had to have something to do with room "164." She picked up the phone and dialed Noah Bennett.
When Chaire heard the phone ring and when she heard her dad answer it, she considered letting the conversation continue without her interest. But she wanted to know if it had to do with Dreamer, so she picked up the phone upstairs. It was Mrs. Petrelli. "What's significant about room 164 in the Company right now," she was asking. "Special cell number 164 was used for six months to keep one of "them" from becoming a danger to everybody," her father answered. "I had a dream that included a clip of Dachau," Mrs. Petrelli told him. "What project is the Company working on that involves Eugenics?" "The Company has no such progect as far as I know," Claire's father said, his voice sounding troubled. "Is special cell 164 still occupied," Mrs. Petrelli asked. "Two of "them" escaped, taking him with them. One is a shape-shifter, the other is telekinetic. Both are powerful." "What about 164's occupant?" "He's telepathic, and his power is beyond any other telepath's." "What crime was he being held for?" "None. I had thought that he was being held for being a potential threat to everybody, but if there's a Eugenics project that I don't know about, the Company could have had an entirely different reason for sedating him." "It also means that someone in the Company's top tier doesn't want perople with abilities to survive. Do you think you can discover who?" "I'll find him. Everybody in the Company trusts me." "Do it quickly. We need to stop this project before it goes into effect." Claire put down the receiver and sat on her bed. Her father would do what he could to protect her, she knew, but he had no qualms about sacrificing other people who were special in order to protect her. She had that in mind when she went to sleep that night. This time, her dream was different. The young man stood facing her. "Your father's a lot of things, Claire," he told her. "But he would never support or accept a project that involved Eugenics." "What is Eugenics, exactly," she asked him. "Eugenics is a science that believes that only the "strong" should be able to produce offspring," he answered. "That's close to their definition. What they really mean is that only people like them should reproduce. For this reason, people in the Company want to sterilize us special people. Eugenics is an idea long past, but it hasn't died, since some people still believe in it." "Evil leaders come and go, but ideas never die," Claire quoted the proverb. "How many people in the Company are in favor of this project?" "Nobody special knows about it except my friends and me," he answered. "As for the rest of the Company, I can't account for all of them. I know that your father would be against it if he knew. It wouldn't surprise me, though, if the other "normal" company associates were involved. They live a morally gray lifestyle." Claire nodded in her dream. "What can I do," she asked. "Tell your dad to be careful at the Company. The people heading this project are fanatical." "You know who they are?" "I know whjo one of them is. In order to get the names of the others, I have to be in the same area he is. Now listen carefully, since I don't have much time left talking to you tonight." Claire listened.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Heroes: Alternate Universe part 2
It was midnight, and Noah Bennett couldn't sleep. The news he had received that evening was absolutely terrifying. "Noah, there's been a revolt," Bob Bishop had said. "Melissa and Ivan escaped an hour ago." Then he gave the devastating news: "They took Dreamer with them." The shuffle of feet turned his eyes to his office door. Claire occupied the doorway. "What is it, Claire-bear," he asked, calling her by his pet name for her. "I've been having this dream since last week," Claire answered. "I think it's being caused by someone who's like me. Do you know anybody who can give dreams?" Noah nodded soberly. "Yes, I do. He was taught to control his ability at the Company." "Was he abducted like the others," Claire asked sardonically. "No. He came to us. An agent of the Company who was a friend of his pointed us out to him. I was given the task of helping him." "What's his power," Claire asked. "Telepathy. He complained that he was hearing voices. He thought he was schizophrenic at first, but after we conducted some tests, he discovered his power," Noah answered. "So he's got Matt Parkman's power," Claire said, remembering the telepathic policeman. "Yes, but Dreamer's more advanced in his power than Parkman is," Noah said. "Compared to him, Parkman's just scratching the surface of his ability. Anyway, I helped him learn to control his power. After that, Dreamer began to advance in his pwer at a rapid pace. It got to the point where the Company considered him too much of a threat and they had him sedated and locked away. But now two of his friends inside the Company got him out. Once he recovers fully, he'll come after the Company." "It's not like the Company deserves to survive," said Claire with obvious disdain. "We've been over this, Claire. In order to protect you, I have to make the Company think I support it. Now why don't you get some sleep? Dreamer would never hurt or destroy an innocent person." Claire left the office. Noah decided to follow his own advice. As he walked to the master bedroom, he reflected on his former charge. Dreamer had been a grade-A student in high school, before he began to experience his ability. He was an excellent tactician whose strategies had helped the Company in nurerous ways. But the Company had betrayed his trust. Now it was going to suffer the consequences. Dreamer would find a way to destroy an institution that was impenetrable, that much was certain, but how and wen? Noah knew he would find out sooner or later.
One month later, at a Giant store outside Odessa, Texas, the cashier flashed a friendly smile at the elderly woman as she paid for her groceries, and she watched as she headed for the exit. Outside, the woman signaled for a taxi. Arriving at her destination ten minutes later, she paid the driver, an Indian named Mohinder Suresh, and carried the two paper bags full of groceries into the Victorian house. Inside, the woman's features began to change. Her wrinkles disappeared, her gray hair darkened and grew long until it reached the middle of her back, her fat torso shrank several sizes, and her eye color changed from greenish blue to brown. Melissa hurried to the bathroom where attire more fitting for a woman her age (19) awaited. The clothes she was wearing were too large. A few minutes later, she walked into the kitchen, where two men stood. One was pulling a stretchy band that was tied to a chair. The other was watching and making sure that the chair didn't move. "How's he doing," Melissa asked. "He's improving," the watching man said with a thick Russian accent. "But his muscles still need rehab." "Six months of not moving will do that to you." That was spoken directly to Melissa's mind. She looked at the excercizing man. "I understand," she answered. She shouldn't be asking Ivan about Dreamer; she should ask Dreamer directly. "When do we strike at the Company," Ivan asked. "That is not your responsibility," Dreamer thought to him and Melissa. "I have something different planned." Melissa hesitated, then spoke the question that had been mulling around in her mind. "What of Mr. Bennett? Who will confront him?" "Noah Bennett will be left alone," she heard in her thoughts. "He was the only one among the bigshots who was against the motion to sedate me for life." "You knew of this and you let them do it," Ivan asked. "Why?" "I had my reasons. One of them was so I could start the Company's destruction without their knowledge," Dreamer answered in their minds. "How," Melissa asked. Dreamer just smiled. An apple floated from one of the grocery bags and traveled to Ivan's outstretched hand. "What do we do in the meantime," he asked. "I still have some work to do before it's time," Dreamer answered in their thoughts. Melissa frowned. Dreamer was able to speak verbally. So why wasn't he? There were alone here. She mentally shrugged it off. Drewamer was amazingly bright; he knew what he was doing.
One month later, at a Giant store outside Odessa, Texas, the cashier flashed a friendly smile at the elderly woman as she paid for her groceries, and she watched as she headed for the exit. Outside, the woman signaled for a taxi. Arriving at her destination ten minutes later, she paid the driver, an Indian named Mohinder Suresh, and carried the two paper bags full of groceries into the Victorian house. Inside, the woman's features began to change. Her wrinkles disappeared, her gray hair darkened and grew long until it reached the middle of her back, her fat torso shrank several sizes, and her eye color changed from greenish blue to brown. Melissa hurried to the bathroom where attire more fitting for a woman her age (19) awaited. The clothes she was wearing were too large. A few minutes later, she walked into the kitchen, where two men stood. One was pulling a stretchy band that was tied to a chair. The other was watching and making sure that the chair didn't move. "How's he doing," Melissa asked. "He's improving," the watching man said with a thick Russian accent. "But his muscles still need rehab." "Six months of not moving will do that to you." That was spoken directly to Melissa's mind. She looked at the excercizing man. "I understand," she answered. She shouldn't be asking Ivan about Dreamer; she should ask Dreamer directly. "When do we strike at the Company," Ivan asked. "That is not your responsibility," Dreamer thought to him and Melissa. "I have something different planned." Melissa hesitated, then spoke the question that had been mulling around in her mind. "What of Mr. Bennett? Who will confront him?" "Noah Bennett will be left alone," she heard in her thoughts. "He was the only one among the bigshots who was against the motion to sedate me for life." "You knew of this and you let them do it," Ivan asked. "Why?" "I had my reasons. One of them was so I could start the Company's destruction without their knowledge," Dreamer answered in their minds. "How," Melissa asked. Dreamer just smiled. An apple floated from one of the grocery bags and traveled to Ivan's outstretched hand. "What do we do in the meantime," he asked. "I still have some work to do before it's time," Dreamer answered in their thoughts. Melissa frowned. Dreamer was able to speak verbally. So why wasn't he? There were alone here. She mentally shrugged it off. Drewamer was amazingly bright; he knew what he was doing.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Heroes: Alternate Universe part 1
Note: The "Heroes" TV show is about people whose lives are forever changed when they discover they have abilities such as telepathy, instant regeneration, flight, time travel/teleportation, and super strength. The show follows how they cope with their newfound abilities and how they use them to prevent massive disasters from occuring. This alternate universe is my story in the Heroes saga.
The Bennett family had just sat down to dinner when the phone rang. It was the Company leader calling for Noah, the man of the family and one of the Company's best agents. Claire Bennett watched as her father took the call. As he listened, his frown deepened. "We'll find them," he said at last. He listened further, then his mouth opened in shock. "I'll get on it first thing tomorrow morning," he said. He hung up before the person on the other end could answer. Claire looked into his eyes and saw the face of a man whose past had returned to haunt him.
On the other side of the world, the city of Tokyo was bustling. In an office building belonging to Nakamura Industries, Hiro Nakamura, CEO, was concerned. From the time he had discovered his ability to control time and move through time, he had known that he was meant for great things. As a comic book lover, though, he also knew that great responsibility came with great power. But Hiro was not thinking about comic books or time travel today. For nearly a week now, he had been having a recurring dream: he stood in the middle of a bleak room with a strange machine and an operating table. Then he stood in front of a door with the numbers "164" nailed on it. Then he stood in a meadow facing a young man about six feet tall and he wore caucasian skin. He had dark hair and he wore glasses. "Help me," he had said, reaching to Hiro with one hand. The sound of a door opening pulled Hiro from his thoughts. He looked up to see Ando, his long-time friend and co-worker. "You send for me, Hiro-san," Ando said. Hiro nodded. "I've been having these dreams, Ando-kun," he answered.
In New York, Gabriel Grey, aka Sylar, wandered the dark streets. He didn't dare sleep; the recurring dream was driving him nuts. He tried to figure out how this was being done, but even with his power of knowing how things work, he still couldn't figure out how this was being done. He knew, though, that this had to be from a power, and he wanted it. For years he had killed special people for their abilities, growing powerful because of it. Now he knew of an ability that would give him the power to invade dreams; it was the power of fear. He could be like Freddy Krueger from "A Nightmare on Elm Street." Calm down, Gabriel, he told himself. He had to find this person before taking his power. Sylar looked up. "Where are you," he whispered.
The Bennett family had just sat down to dinner when the phone rang. It was the Company leader calling for Noah, the man of the family and one of the Company's best agents. Claire Bennett watched as her father took the call. As he listened, his frown deepened. "We'll find them," he said at last. He listened further, then his mouth opened in shock. "I'll get on it first thing tomorrow morning," he said. He hung up before the person on the other end could answer. Claire looked into his eyes and saw the face of a man whose past had returned to haunt him.
On the other side of the world, the city of Tokyo was bustling. In an office building belonging to Nakamura Industries, Hiro Nakamura, CEO, was concerned. From the time he had discovered his ability to control time and move through time, he had known that he was meant for great things. As a comic book lover, though, he also knew that great responsibility came with great power. But Hiro was not thinking about comic books or time travel today. For nearly a week now, he had been having a recurring dream: he stood in the middle of a bleak room with a strange machine and an operating table. Then he stood in front of a door with the numbers "164" nailed on it. Then he stood in a meadow facing a young man about six feet tall and he wore caucasian skin. He had dark hair and he wore glasses. "Help me," he had said, reaching to Hiro with one hand. The sound of a door opening pulled Hiro from his thoughts. He looked up to see Ando, his long-time friend and co-worker. "You send for me, Hiro-san," Ando said. Hiro nodded. "I've been having these dreams, Ando-kun," he answered.
In New York, Gabriel Grey, aka Sylar, wandered the dark streets. He didn't dare sleep; the recurring dream was driving him nuts. He tried to figure out how this was being done, but even with his power of knowing how things work, he still couldn't figure out how this was being done. He knew, though, that this had to be from a power, and he wanted it. For years he had killed special people for their abilities, growing powerful because of it. Now he knew of an ability that would give him the power to invade dreams; it was the power of fear. He could be like Freddy Krueger from "A Nightmare on Elm Street." Calm down, Gabriel, he told himself. He had to find this person before taking his power. Sylar looked up. "Where are you," he whispered.
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