"The System wouldn't allow me to continue on my old thread so I had to make another one. As soon as someone makes a new post on the other one I'll load this new chapter up there, too. For now, enjoy!"
“Breakout- Part One”
‘Behold My Mighty Hand’
Office of Dr. Wyatt Stron, northern California
A knock came from the examination room’s door, cracking open slightly as a voice asked “Alex?” The good Dr Stron was asking to see if the coast was clear for him to come in, though his patient wasn’t asked to change he always felt that if he was to get his patients to trust him, he would have to give them their respect and personal space. Alex okayed him to enter, the man opened the door further to let himself in and closed the door behind him. He was a man in his late Forties, a mat of hair already grey with age and a soft mid-section that was present, but not overbearing. The eyes of Dr Stron was those of a person who had cared for everyone of his patients that had come into his practice, the eyes of a kind, generous soul that she had come to know as a friend. Which made what she was doing ring her body with a sting of hurt for not fully trusting this man before him, but the others were playing their situation as safely as possible. She couldn’t really blame them for their paranoia, but still, it was her friend.
Dr Stron went to the counter with the manila folder he had brought in and flopped it open. “Well, your tests have come back and I can’t see anything initially wrong…” he said while scratching at the scuff of his chin. A habit he had since she had known him, always doing it while he was thinking. “But you are sure there is something wrong with you?”
Alex nodded her head. “But you can’t tell me what exactly?”
She shook her head. “It’s hard to explain, but there is… something wrong with me. I know it.”
Dr Stron turned to his patient, leaning against the counter with his arms across his chest. “What’s going on, Alex? This isn’t likely you to be vague.”
Alex turned her head away to the left, what Dr Stron saw was her dodging his question or thinking up of an explanation while staring at the floor. But she was thinking of the phone in her left pocket.
James, Steve, and Allen huddled around an open flip phone in the woods outside the office of Doctor Stron. On the other end, they heard the conversation between the two, listening in, just encase something went wrong, they would be right there to get her out as fast as possible.
The silence that came from the connection made James blood freeze, What’s she doing in there?
Allen took hold of the phone and started to shake it. “Is it broken? What a piece of crap.”
James took it back forcibly. “No, its fine. They’re not talking.”
“What do you think she’s doing?” asked Steve.
James shook his head unknowingly.
Alex turned back to Dr Stron. “Something happened to me a few days ago, something I can’t explain.”
“And what is that?” asked Dr Stron.
Alex said nothing else, hopped off the cushioned examination table with the film paper rustling as she left. Walking over to the obscured window she twisted the hanging rod allowing the blinds to split a little. The doctor joined her, noticing her stare, he looked out with her trying to find what she was looking so intently at.
“Oh no,” responded James as he heard what she has said. He looked over to his right at Steve, having the same look of horrid realization of what was happening inside.
“What?” asked Allen, not yet aware of the events that were transpiring around him. “What’s going on?”
“She’s showing him.”
It started with one of the ladies out in the waiting room crying out, stammering out the words “What’s happening to me?” slowly and quietly at first, then it grew in volume. She franticly looked around the room like a scared little animal in a forest surrounded by predators in the shadows. Her head went left and right, whizzing side to side, holding on to her chair for dear life. Another woman beside gave her the look that was reserved for looking at “crazy people”, until the look of worry and fear played across her face, too. She got up calling for someone, anyone, to help her. Another waiting patient, a man in his thirties, stood up from his seat and started looking at the nothing around him. He was jittery beyond rationality, circling in place saying it was not possible. Panic came over him, causing his hands to shake uncontrollably, as he tried to grab hold of his reason and sanity again. Soon the entire room, patients and staff were wild with it, calls for help, questions yelled out as to why this was happening, it all became a symphony of unsettling chaos. The doctor looked back at Alex, whose intent stare into space blocked out all the ambient distractions, from the doctor to the digital yells coming from somewhere in her coat.
Dr Stron placed a firm gripping hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Alex, snap out of it. Alex!” She came back to Earth and looked at the man who brought her back. With the connection severed all those affected by… whatever Alex had done to them wore off, they stood in the room with dumbfounded looks of bewilderment etched across their faces. Each looking to the other for some explanation as to why they were all up and about when they last thought themselves somewhere else, Dr Stron went around Alex to the door as she woke up from the spell she had cast. “Stay right here,” he said pointing a finger to the spot where she stood on the floor. “Don’t you move, don’t do anything.” He ventured out to check on the people outside, while Alex gained her surroundings, coming to notice the sounds coming from nowhere.
Her mind cleared enough to remember that she left her phone open for the boys to listen in. “Hello,” she said after the yelling had ceased for a moment.
“Alex! Tell me you’re alright,” said the digital voice of James.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she responded.
“Good, ‘cause I’m going to kill you,” shouted the phone. “You weren’t suppose to tell him about your abilities...”
“There was nothing on the tests and I want… need to know why this is happening…” she interrupted. “…I…I couldn’t lie to him.”
A sigh came forth over the microphone. “You know what you’re doing, right?”
“Are you crazy!” came a voice from the background, followed by some static crackling on the other end. “She just exposed us all!”
“Shut up,” declared another voice, Steve, most likely. The crackling stopped and James came back on.
“Can you get away, should we come get you?”
“No,” confirmed Alex. “I’ve already told him so there’s no point in not going any further.”
Another sigh went across the signal waves. “I hope he’s everything you said he is.”
She put the phone back into her coat pocket as she saw Dr Stron start to walk back to the examination room. He came in, shut the door behind him, placed his back to the door and looked at Alex with an amazed confused look in his eyes at the girl he knew since she was little. “That was you, wasn’t it? You did that?” Alex nodded lightly, accepting the blame. Dr Stron raced from the door, “This is unprecedented!” He turned to Alex, hands on her shoulders, with every bit of fatherly love he felt for the scared little girl in from of him, he said “Are you okay?”
That brought a smile to her face, how could she ever have doubted this man? “I’m just a little scared. I don’t know why this is happening, or how? That’s why I came to you.”
“It’s good you did.” He beamed at her then let go. “So tell me, what did you do?”
Alex was at a loss for the words to describe it “It’s like… I don’t know, like I feel this intense emotion that goes into others, it’s hard to explain.”
“Empathic projection,” said the doctor softly. Alex tilted her head in unknowing bewilderment. “What, you never read comics?”
She shook her head no. “You’re projecting you’re emotional state onto someone else. In fact…” Doctor turned looking for something; he headed to the black leather bag at the sidewall next to his hanging coat. He removed something and brought it over. “I’ve been reading this book by some geneticist from India, he talks about the next step in the evolutionary latter,” he rushed through his word with an excited breath. “I thought it was all theoretical, but a good read. I never thought I would see someone with the abilities he talked about.”
“Wait, he mentions me in it?”
“You’re ability, empathic projection, along with levitation, regeneration, and a host of others.”
He handed over the thick book with the blue cover to he hands. “So its genetic?”
“Something to due with the human genome, a dormant gene that’s becoming active in certain individuals. Like you.”
“Is their anyway to undue it?”
He looked at Alex puzzled. “Why would you want to take it away?”
“That fire at the barn the other night…”
“That was because of me,” she looked away in shame. “I could have killed someone that night because of this…” Alex drew out her arms, signifying the thing in her body that gave her this curse, as she thought of it. “I want it out of me. I have enough problems being a freak as it is.”
“You’re not a freak, because of it or with out it.” He wasn’t getting through to her. “At any rate, there’s isn’t anything that I can do, if this is what he talked about…” Dr Stron pointed to the book. “Then it’s apart of your genetic makeup, apart of you that can’t be taken out of you like a bad appendix or your tonsils.”
“Please, there has to be something you can do?”
“I’m not a geneticist, I’m a MD. The only person that would have any knowledge on this is the author’s son; the author was murdered not to long ago. If anyone would know about Suresh’s work it would be him.”
“What makes you say that?” asked Alex.
“Because he’s in the same field. I’ll try to find some information on him and see what he can do but I don’t want you to get your hopes up, okay? There’s no certainty that he even knows about this.”
Alex complied. “For now, try to keep your emotional state under control, less you project onto someone else out of reflex.”
She stared at the doctor. “Thank you, Dr Stron.”
The Man with the Glowing Eyes
Outside Level 5
-The next day-
The call of thunder and the flare of lighting shown in the night air without a single cloud in the crisp cool sky, a lone figure stood on the high hills that overlooked the industrial plant at the outskirts of town. The plant was dead at this time of night, a skeleton crew the only ones on the clock, at least on the surface. But that was a farce, as much as this building was truly a factory, it was a prison, like the one he was in. The mere thought sent another tendril on white-hot plasma into the air leaving the smell of burnt ozone in the air as a bad aftertaste, a boom of deafening thunder followed, announcing his arrival. The Man with the Glowing Eyes wanted those inside to know that their sins have finally come back to them, and he was here to collect. Another tendril greater than the last, another louder boom.
“Behold my mighty hand.”
Company facility designated the Lab, location unknown
“How goes it, Doctor?” asked the voice behind him as he looked through the microscope.
He turned away from the viewfinder at the woman with the time worn face, drawn back brown hair, and the cold eyes. No matter how hard she could’ve tried there was no hiding them, even with that obviously fake smile she wore. “Mrs. Petrelli.” He held to the niceties of society. “Trying to duplicate the cells in Maya that produce this frequency and make it airborne is no small feat. The tests show promise at this stage, but it’s still to early to be certain of anything.”
“And how soon can you be certain?”
“I’m… not sure,” he said in honesty.
“I believe I don’t need to remind you of the importance of this “virus” your making. Two very dangerous men are running loose in the world. This virus is the only thing that can stop them.”
“I well aware of the situation as well as the situation the Company will undoubtedly take with this virus in your hands.”
“What exactly are you implying, Doctor?”
“I mean the Shanti virus, "Strain 138”, do you think me naïve enough that you will be responsible enough to use this new virus wisely?”
“We kept those for this very situation, individuals too powerful that they are a danger to everyone.”
“And what almost happened with Adam Monroe? Was that considered into your reasoning, that a madman might come along and plan to use it to wipe out the majority of Earth’s population?”
“Adam Munroe was an unfortunate turn of events…” Mohinder turned around to see a man descend the stairs at the opposite end of the lab. He walked with the stature of a king and his fine tailored suit of black was worth more than most families back in India had ever thought to obtain in a lifetime.
“Ah, Kyle, so kind of you to join us.” Angela began to introduce Mohinder to the new face named Kyle. “Mohinder, this is Kyle Kurgan, the Company’s current CEO and founder. Kyle, this is our famed geneticist, Mohinder Surresh.”
Kyle extended his hand to which Mohinder took reluctantly. “Founder? I thought that Adam was the Company’s creator.”
“Co-Founder, as it were. We were partners at the time.” He shared a look of remembrance with Angela. “Always two, one of use, one of them,’ that’s how it started.” Angela nodded her head, remembering the golden rule.
“So you’re normal?” asked Mohinder.
“As much as you are, son. As for Adam Monroe, rest assured that this virus that you create will never fall in the hands of someone like him again, we’ve taken certain… precautions this time around.”
“If it’s anything less than incinerating it, nothing will be save enough.”
“Out of the question, it’s to important to do that. What happens when the next Sylar or Adam comes around and we couldn’t stop him because we didn’t have this available to use?”
“And who gets to decide who’s the next Villain, you? Who are we to play God with these special individuals lives? Why don’t we just round them up a send them to the slaughterhouses like Auschwitz for the simple fact that they may be dangerous when they could very well save this planet.”
Kyle was silent for a moment. “If that’s what you think, then I have no right to make you continue with your research.”
Angela went lack jawed. “You can’t be seri…”
“Yes,” interrupted Kyle. “He’s made his decision. We can’t change that.” He turned to leave, taking a few steps to the door before he called out. “But he must take in consideration the lives that will be taken before we catch up to the villains we are after. Knowing full well that he had the chance to stop them sooner, but choose not to.” He left through the lab doors, the sound of their swinging on their hinges overbearingly in the large laboratory.
Observation Room, Level 5
5 Minutes ago
Bob leaned against the shinny gold pool with his two hands, looking out the large windows at the clear night sky full of stars winking at him from light years away.
“Heavy thoughts?” called a male voice from behind him. Bob didn’t bother to turn around to greet him.
“I should have done it when I had a chance. Now he coming for us, picking us off one by one.” The man behind him stayed silent, not sure what to say to the statement. “How many of us have fallen already, he’s simply finishing us off. First Sylar, now Him, the Company’s dying.”
“You know that’s not going to happen.” The voice was closer, right behind him. “We’ve hit a hard time, but we’ll pull through, like always. Remember the time the Vortex man almost swallowed up the entire facility when he first got here, remember when Arthur died, when Charles died, we were on the brink then.”
“Maybe that was the sign it was all starting to go down hill. Without them, how are we to continue?”
“Really,” Bob turned to the man with his cropped blond hair and his fierce blue eyes against pale skin. “And what would you call this, you, me, Angela, Kyle, that’s it. We’re all that’s left, and if He gets his way we won’t last long. Wake up, Nicholas, these are the end days for us.”
“Not if we don’t want it to end. Damn it, Robert, think of what you’re saying, we can’t afford not to continue. Think about what would happen if we weren’t around, what would happen to the world if these guys got out, what would happen to Elle if you weren’t around.” Nicholas put his hands on his friend’s shoulder as to reassure him of his duty to the world to be a Hero. A rumble shook at the reinforced glass, lights in the distance flickered the night sky.
“What was that, is that a storm coming in?” asked Nicholas. Bob didn’t give an answer.
“Warden!” called out a guard from down the hall that Nicholas had come from. “Warden! Warden!” the guard entered the room breathing heavily but to rushed with adrenaline to be worried about fatigue.
“What is it, soldier?” said Nicholas as he turned; both him and Bob were at attention, they could tell by the alert in the guards voice that something bad was happening.
“We’re under attack!”
“WHAT! Who are they, how many of them are there?”
“It’s just one. Sir, it’s Him!”
Nicholas’ eyes narrowed. “Lock this place down. NOW!”
Yellow warnings lights strobe with screeching alert sirens, telling everyone within the ear-piercing noise that the Man with the Glowing Eyes was here. His ears began to ache from the horrendous noise, raising a hand toward the nearest speaker a finger of lightning arched into the system, eliminating all the sirens throughout the complex. Much better, He though, as he continued his journey further inside the Factory.
Turning the corner brought him into view of the first wave of resistance; four rent-a-cops came at him with stun guns leveled at his person. Another guard stood behind them with his hand on the unstrapped pistol on his belt, he couldn’t have been any younger that he was and the look in his eyes told the story of someone who was never expecting something like this to happen. The guards gave warning that they would fire when He didn’t slow his pace in their presence. Another warning did nothing to detour his steady pace so they fired their darts at his chest. They pierced his skin which only annoyed him, the volts of electricity that flowed only empowered him greater. He stood in the middle of the hall as they continued to hold their triggers hoping for an effect. They got one when He sent the energy back to them with the same effect, he couldn’t be sure they were Company men or not, so they wouldn’t die today. The young man was the only one left, seeing his comrades fallen he un-holstered his sidearm and leveled it to the man walking toward him, unsteadily. Taking slow steps, the Man with the Glowing Eyes continued forward sending the guard back with every step. His back reached the wall and still the Man came, he lowered his gun as he felt the unreal pressure of this man’s presence push against him, the guard slid down the corner till He was only feet away. He never took his eyes off the guard until he turned and walked further down the hall.
He was growing tired of the numerous guards and the long maze of corridors that he walked looking for the entrance to the lower levels that Noah had told him about. Pushing aside the latest in a series of double doors, the Man with the Glowing Eyes came to a large floor in the factory, machinery stalking over him, cat walks suspended above him, he was close. Weaving in between the hulking metal, He came to a clear laneway, looking down toward the end he saw another set of doors leading the way out. He was continuing down to the exit when they opened for three well-dressed individuals, blocking his way out the lead was a tall stringy man with his hair spiked up and his buttoned shirt opened at the neck. Though the grey suit was to portray a man on class and finesse, he gave the opposite in how he wore it, but he held the swagger of a confident scrapper. The woman to his right was a blonde beauty personified, a living Venus with long curled locks, sharp blue eyes and a body to die for underneath the black business suit that shaped her body in all the right ways. She, too, wore her undershirt open at the top but for an entirely different reason; He didn’t bother to give her a second glance. The last was the shortest of the three, her hair buzzed short and her face razor sharp. Her coat didn’t go down as far as his nor was it made of leather, but it did it job of hiding something within its folds, what He suspected were more of the little arrowhead shaped daggers like the one she was twiddling between his fingers with a sinister glee. This one knew she was dangerous, and she loved it.
The four souls stood to stare at one another, as the hazard lights continued to shine in there twirling cycles. The lead was the one to speak first. “This is where you lose, friend. Question is, how?”
The eyes behind his sunglasses burned. “You’ve come to stop me? Its been done before. Did they tell you what happened to the last three clowns they sent after me?”
The lead man didn’t flinch, but the two behind him gave each other a worried glance. “I suggest you think long and hard about who it is you’re faced with.”
“I have!” stated the lead man and took in a deep breath, calling forth something from within, The Man with the Glowing Eyes readied his body. The Slacker thrust out his head opened his mouth a thick ball of green, vile, gas was expelled at his Him. He twisted aside quickly to let the cloud of poison pass him, catching a slight whiff of it made him reel his face up in disgust. As it past, it splattered with one of the towering factory machines eating away at its metal like corrosive acid. He turned back to the acidic heaver, in time to see four glistening blades sliced the air, quick action and footwork stopped the blades from stapling his feet to the floor.
The girl with the blades grinned. “She’s the ultimate marksman, and she never misses,” said the Slacker. “Those were warnings, give up and they’ll be only that.” He was taunting him to make a move with his cocky smile, mocking him because there was no way his powers could be used against him, no way the Man could fight against the digestive gases he produce with his own. He could only dodge and evade their attacks for so long before one of them would connect. But He didn’t give the bile Slacker any satisfaction when he chuckled back at him.
“They’re finally learning,” He continued to laugh.
The Slacker grew angry at His scorning. He readied another shot and fired, this one bigger than the last. The Man with the Glowing Eyes clawed his hand and focused the raw, unadulterated kinetic energy he had absorbed into his body to a point in the center of his hand. The glob of speeding rancid gas came at him, closer and closer with every second. He waited. It cleared the distance in seconds till it was feet away from Him, moments before the cloud of digestion came into contact with his vulnerably exposed skin He shot his arm up and released the stored energy that he had waiting. The pure kinetic energy shot through the air, stabbing the cloud and dispersing it outward. It impaled the cloud, continuing on the clear beam of force struck the wide-eyed Slacker square in the chest flying him back through the door they had entered. The two Company agents left watched as there leader was outdone right in front of them.
“But not fast enough.”
The blonde Venus was shocked, but the Bladder only got mad at their leader’s fall. In a sharp move of unnatural, superhuman skill she sent a legion of arrowheads toward the Man. Another ripple of force, broader and wider then the last blast, redirected the trajectory of the knifes losing none of their driving force, if anything reinforced by it, but throwing them away from their target to stab metal and concrete. The Marksman, dumbfounded, simply whispered, “I never miss.”
The Man with the Glowing Eyes regained his steps as the Marksman fumbled for more ammo inside her coat, the whispering chant lingering on his lips. Venus stepped up to bat, holding out her hands as if to embrace a long lost lover once again found. “Come to me,” she said softly, silk on the wind. The Man felt warmth from inside himself that he had not felt for so long. He bowed over at the tremendous feeling that flooded his mind and soul. He looked back up and Venus was gone, in her place was a beauty like no other, her long black hair waved in her winds as did her long flowing gown of white, the top pulled down her arms leaving her shoulders bare, her tan colored skin shown in the dessert sun that never had the nerve to burn such a creature. The only thing to bless her neckline was the ancestral necklace she never took off, all her beauty was shadowed to the memorizing eyes of blue gems, those eyes he had lost himself in countless times. “Come to me, my love, come to me and I’ll make everything okay,” said the woman as she took his head in her giving hands. He believed her, with all of his heart and soul he believed that she could do it, and why not, she had done the same thing before, and every time she had took his worry and sadness, his anguish, and despair. She made him so much more than what he was, who was he to deny that happiness, had he not deserved this. Is this not what he strived for?
“No,” he said, shaking his head clearing it from her hands. “I don’t deserve this. After all that happened, after I failed you, how could I ever be blessed by you again?’
She took his face in her hands again. “No, no don’t think that, I love you, unyieldingly. Unconditionally.”
“No, I don’t deserve this,” he broke free again. “I can’t, won’t believe this! This isn’t real!” The image of the tan skinned girl faded to the image of the blonde Venus.
She quickly stepped back as a yell roared out from behind him, the Marksman came at him with a stabbing thrust with a long dagger. He caught her forearms before the blade could cut into his heart, his head still fuzzy, thanks to the spell Venus put on him, He wrestled for control over the direction the knife would go. He struggled and fought for every inch, as did the crazed agent, reminding him of the previous agent who liked sharp implements, His mind grew with the memories of what these Company bastards had done to him and what they had just attempted to do. It’s the second time they used her to get at him. He was infuriated by it, his unbridling rage building clearing his head. His eyes shined like the sun behind his glasses as the Marksman stopped to realize that she was on top of a volcano that was about to erupt. She tried to leave but the Man wasn’t going to let her. Her hands burned with the rage he felt inside, roaring his hatred the Marksman cried out in pain, whit hot and agonizing. She called for Venus, she simply looked in horror as the hands of the Man burned her comrade’s forearms; she didn’t stay long enough to see the Marksman’s fate. From within the chasm of his throat a flaming light raised, the volcano erupted point blank in front of the Marksman’s body with burning heat. As the Man with the Glowing Eyes let go of his enemy’s arms she was shot back into the air by the shear force of blast. Filling the room with bright yellow light the Marksman lay on the cement, unconscious and burned, with the smell of charred meat rancid in the air. Looking around to see no others around that deserve his wrath, he took the power in him a turned in downward, shooting through the concrete and granite floor, he had lost his patience with this place; it was time to end it.
Outside Level 5
A sun shinned out the window of the one of the facilities large storehouses.
“There it is, just like you said it would happen,” said Todd Warren on the very same hill the source of that light had stood moments ago. He craned his head back to the shadows. “Shall we go and have some fun?”
From the shadows, the dark clad Sylar came forth with malice on his face. “Lets do that.”
To be continued…