Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Heroes: Alternate Universe part 3

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.

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