Heroes Revamped

I do not own Heroes. Tim Kring does. If I did, the following would have happened.

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"What makes a person special? Is it the amount of knowledge they possess? The skills they know? The ability to stratigize and make their plans come to fruition? Or is it more? Do we all hold the key thing that makes us special, and if we do, why don't some of us use it? Do we just not know how to? Or are we afraid of what's on the other side of the door? Are we afraid of what goes bump in the night?"

Chapter 1: Boogeyman

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What a meaningful sound. So many things have started and ended with a gunshot. This is where our story begins. Or should I say, continues.

Nathan falls to the ground after being shot by a man with a baseball hat on. Peter sees this, and gives chase. "Hey, you! Stop!" He yells, but the man doesn't stop running. Peter use his Telekineses to slam him into a wall, but that doesn't stop him.

The man turns a corner and Peter follows.

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The man fires at Peter this time. He stops the bullets and throws them back. It hits the man and he nearly falls, but instead keeps running. He runs out the Emergency Exit door. Peter follows. When he reaches outside a car drives off. The man is nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" Peter pounds the wall with his fist. 'Not important right now. I'll deal with it later.' And he runs back to Nathan in time to see him get put inside an ambulance. He gets inside. "Hey, you can't be in here." "Relax, I'm his brother." He sits there staring at Nathan swearing he'll kill whoever did this.

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Noah took of the baseball hat and his glasses. He rubs betweens his eyes and knocks on the glass separating him and the driver. The glass rolls down and Bob turns his head. "Are we even?" Noah says. "Not yet. One more thing." Bob answers. The window rolls back up. Noah takes off his bulletproof vest and his gun and sets them next to him. The car roars down the highway. The sign above reads, "Welcome to New Mexico."

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Sylar walked into a New Mexican cafe in his casual clothes. No one would recognize him anyway. If they did, well... He had read from the List that there was a man here with skin hard as diamond. That sounded..... delicious to him. He followed that man to this diner and waited. It was always a matter of time. The man got up and headed for the bathroom. Sylar followed.

The man was washing his hands when he got there. He walked over and put on his best surprise face. "Aren't your David Bryers?" "Um, yes I am." "Well, shoot. I heard you parachuted without a parachute. Not a scratch on ya too." "Um, I guess I'm just lucky I guess." "I guess you could call it that. I like to call it 'special.'" Bryers tried to throw a punch, but Sylar caught it. "What do you want from me?!" "Your 'special.'" He starts to cut, but it doesn't affect Bryers. "What are you, stupid? That doesn't hurt me. My skin's impenetrable." "Believe me." He lifts up Bryers head. "There's always a soft spot." He then proceeded to remove Bryers' brain in a very painful manner.

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Hiro and Ando were back in Japan, not knowing of the events that were transpiring around them. Hiro had received full ownership of his father's company since he had passed, and with his journey at an end, he settled into this situation. Hiro had watched the DVD that his father had left for him many times. Ando came in with lunch from a nearby fast food restaurant who's name is disclosed because I don't want to get sued.

Note* All languages other than English are translated in ( ) to avoid confusion. Thank you.

"(What's wrong, Hiro?)" Ando asked as he set Hiro's coffee on his desk. "(Nothing. It's just, why would he tell me not to open the safe. What could be in there that is so important? I wish I knew.)" "(Why don't you just open it then?)" "(Ando! That would be a great disgrace to my father. It was his wishes for me to not open the safe, so I will not open the-.)" "(The safe's open.)" This caused him to stop. "(What?)" He said with his face still in its 'lecturing' form. "(The safe's open. It's been open since I got back.)" A moment of silence. "(WHAT?!)" Hiro runs over to the safe to see it is wide open and cleaned out. "(How could this happen?! Ando, did you notice anything odd as you came back?)" "(Um, Hiro. We live in Japan. I notice odd things looking out this window.)" As if on cue a large panda float holding a box of Pocky full of dragons flew by. Silence. "(You have a point. But not that. Anything unusual?)" "(No, not really. I thought I bumped into someone when I was walking down the hall, but I thought nothing of it.)" "(Oh, man. I need to get whatever was in that safe back!)" "(How are you going to do that when you don't know what was in it?)" Silence. Hiro falls into his chair with a look of defeat on his face and his head in his hands. "(Geez.)"

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A man in a long billowing trench coat was walking down the street. Anywhere else and he would have been noticed and stared at funny. But, this was Japan, you could see at least 15 people like that on any given day. That, and he was invisible. A few moments ago he sneezed and was rubbing his nose. "Bloody hell. I better not be comin' down with a cold." Claude said. "But, I was told these were important, so I best deliver them, despite me health." He heads toward an airport and purchases a ticket to Chicago. "I best get paid more for this."

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Peter heard the sound of Nathan's heart monitor as he woke up.

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Nathan had already gone through surgery. Peter had spent every moment since by his side. "You're not gonna die, Nathan. I'll make sure of that."

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Meanwhile, in another hospital in Queens, New York, another man was in a hospital bed. Only, he had been here much longer. The steady beeps was the only sign of life they he gave off. There were brain waves of course, but given his state, it really didn't matter much. Nobody, not even his doctors thought he was going to make it. The tubes carries food and water to him so that he wouldn't die. The hospital was paid a hefty sum to make sure he didn't. No matter what. A company had paid for this and more, even enough for them to build a new wing and name it after the man lying in this bed.

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At that moment, both monitors played that squealing noise meaning 'no pulse.' The doctors and nurses rushed into both rooms and saw two different sights.

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Nathan's monitor had sounded and the doctors came. I was ushered out and watch. Watched as my brother died and could do nothing about. A few minutes later they stopped trying. "Time of death: !8:25." So very permanent. Peter fell down and cried for his brother.

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In this other hospital, the doctors were sure that they would walk in to see the man they were taking care of dead on the bed. They were wrong. "Where am I?" he said in a dry voice. They doctors were stunned. "You're in a hospital." one of them said. He tried walking, but the doctors made him sit down. "Water." He was brought his water and was given a full examination.

"Do you know you're name?" the nurse asked. The man was jerked from his daydreaming. "I'm sorry, what?" "Do you know your name?" "Um, yes. My name is...

Issac Mendez."

To be continued...

Author's Note: Yes, I know what I said about Japan is a little stereotypical, but it's true. (slowly)Except the panda eating dragon Pocky. I'll have too look that up.

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