HEROES VOLUME ONE: BIRTH
CHAPTER ONE "X-RAY"
My name is Damien Barcardin. The only personal information I can reveal to you is my age of 18 years. I can share a portion of my past on how I discovered that as an ordinary person, I was capable of extraordinary things...
NEW YORK, NY
I suffered from a genetic disease and my father, who happens to be a doctor, was searching for a cure ever since. Although I had this 'weight' on my shoulders I was anything but depressed. I learnt that this disability is really an ability to reach out and touch the world. But there was always a part of me that didn't believe, until the Eclipse...
"What are you up to?" I asked my stern, professor looking dad.
"Oh, I was just examining some DNA of one of my subjects" he said innocently.
"Dad" I groaned "don't tell me it's mine".
"Not at all", he said hiding the sample "I thought you were going out with your friends to view the Eclipse".
"I didn't feel like it, anyway it ain't even going to be Total" I replied.
"So, it is still an extraordinary event and..."
"Because of my circumstances, it'd probably be something that I'd like to see later in my last years" I finished off, although I knew that was far from the truth of what he was going to say.
"Don't ever talk like that!" My father demanded "I'll find a cure, I'll be able to save you".
I don't know why but I just walked out. I went up to my room and looked out the window. It was evident that the Solar Eclipse was about to begin. I excavated my special glasses designed for the Eclipse and placed them in front of my eyes. The Eclipse was marvellous and I was kind of upset that I didn't follow my dad's advice to go out and see it.
After the Eclipse I felt a bit... different. Like something inside of me had changed. Like I was capable of anything. My thought's were interrupted when my father came in.
"Could we talk?" he asked kindly. I didn't answer, but we both knew each other well enough to know that it meant to go on.
"I will find a cure Damien and as far as I'm concerned you're not going anywhere for a long time" he said.
"I know, I guess... I guess I'm frustrated that everytime I see another kid who has a big smile on their face, knowing that they will continue to exist on this planet longer than me" I said. I don't even know if I really meant it, it was something just to keep the conversation two sided.
"But that's not guaranteed, the only thing that's ever guaranteed is how happy you allow yourself to be" my father said.
"Thanks" I said. He came forward and hugged me. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation, my eyes blurred then became clear, i felt stronger. My father moved back.
"Could we talk?" he asked.
"Huh? We just did" I answered.
"We did?" He said, surprised.
"Yeah, don't you remember?"
"Well all I remember is coming to your room and then... blank" he said "Anyway, dinner's ready".
"Okay, I'll be down in a sec".
As he left the room I heard a thud then a cry. I ran down the stairs and found my father at the bottom. He held his leg in agony. "What happened?" I asked.
"I just fell" he said flinching "but I'll be okay". He moved as if to stand up. All of a sudden I saw through the skin that remained intact and saw the slightly cracked bones in his leg.
"Wait!" I yelled
"What?"
"I think you fractured your leg" I told him.
"You think?"
"I know this is going to sound weird, but for a second I saw through your skin. I saw your bones."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Dad. I'm positive. I saw it clearer than I see you now" I juxtaposed.
"Son, we need to talk"
Sitting on the kitchen table holding the icepack of my dad's injured leg I listened, fascinated by his story.
"So you have X-Ray vision too?" I asked excitedly.
"I did, but there was someone I met who took it from me" he said.
"Took it from you? How?" I was curious. People who could have other people's abilities, and all I had was X-Ray vision.
"I believe his name was Arthur something. He stole my ability and left nothing" he said, it looked like that memory hurt more than his physical injury.
"So I have an ability too now? What should I do?"
"You could help me at work" he began "we're understaffed and our X-ray machines aren't as capable..."
"No, Dad" I cut in "imagine what I could do with this ability. I could make us some money."
"You'd be using your power to help yourself" he said disappointedly.
"No, to help US" I said "I've been through a lot and I believe I should have the money to buy a video game system, to have Pay-TV. All my friends at school have it and I don't and I'm the one dying!"
"You should never use that as an excuse!" he shouted.
"But I want a better life!"
The room grew silent. My father seemed hurt in a way.
"Dad I'm sorry" I tried. But he shook his head.
"Get out" he said.
"Dad" I started.
"Get out!" he said "you want a life that I can't provide, if you're not happy then you should leave".
I ran out, hurt by his words and hurt by my own. He was right, I was selfish, I didn't want to leave but I knew I needed some time on my own to think.
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CHAPTER TWO: "DISCOVERY"
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“So I have an ability now? What should I do?”
“You want a life that I can’t provide. If you’re not happy then you should leave”.
DAMIEN BARCARDIN, DOWNTOWN NEW YORK, NY
When backed into a corner, most creatures are able to pull off an unexpected and extraordinary feat to protect itself or the life of someone close to them. As I was manifesting my ability, little did I know of others who had discovered how to fly, that they were able to survive practically anything and people who could travel through and stop time.
The scent of New York City’s finest hot dogs hung in the air. As I walked through the mildly packed streets, I felt guilty on how I had handled the previous situation at home. I knew that I needed to fully cool off and have a straight head before I headed back. My head snapped back to reality when I heard desperate cries.
“Peter!” It was coming from an alley. I saw two men; one was hunched over the other who seemed unresponsive, I deducted that he was Peter. The other was checking Peter’s pulse as I came running over.
“Hey!” I called as I drew closer “what happened?”
The conscious one seemed reluctant to answer, then said quickly “he’s my brother. He fell from a couple of stairs up”.
“How?” I asked
“Listen, I’m glad for your concern, but I’ve got to get my brother to a hospital!”
“I can help” I mentioned “my father’s a doctor and he taught me a technique, I can find out if he has broken anything important”.
“Fine, but don’t do anything else ‘til the real medics show up” he said dialling 911.
“He’s okay” I said finishing my X-Ray scan as he hung up “by the way, I’m Damien” I said extending my hand.
“I’m Nathan Petrelli” he said shaking my hand. All of a sudden though, he froze. I could feel his cold, seemingly lifeless hand, although I still retained my warmth. I pulled my hand back and he shook his head, dazed. “Who are you?” He demanded.
“I just told you, I’m Damien” I replied. He went back to silence and I left, confused about his behaviour.
As I crossed the road I heard an ambulance siren. My head turned spotting the speeding vehicle. Instinctively my knees bent, as if charging and like an elastic band released, literally sending me “flying”. My mind was overwhelmed with emotions. I was scared. Surprised. Happy. Free. How is this even possible? I thought as I soared over large buildings and apartments. At first it was hard to control, but eventually I learned that if I concentrated my weight to one side I’d go in that direction.
Half-an-hour later I tumbled as I tried to land on the grass in my backyard. “Dad!” I called excitingly moving towards the house. The door was half open. I continued through the house and headed to the kitchen. And that’s when I saw him. As my dad was crumpled on the floor a guy was rummaging through his papers. I specifically recall his Horn Rimmed Glasses and the only words I still remember.
“Hello Damien” he said with his rehearsed ‘kind’ voice. “My friend and I, the Haitian need you to come with us”.
I turned around as I tried to escape, but to my horror, found myself facing the Haitian. He put his hand over my forehead and everything went black...
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“So I have an ability now? What should I do?”
“You want a life that I can’t provide. If you’re not happy then you should leave”.
DAMIEN BARCARDIN, DOWNTOWN NEW YORK, NY
When backed into a corner, most creatures are able to pull off an unexpected and extraordinary feat to protect itself or the life of someone close to them. As I was manifesting my ability, little did I know of others who had discovered how to fly, that they were able to survive practically anything and people who could travel through and stop time.
The scent of New York City’s finest hot dogs hung in the air. As I walked through the mildly packed streets, I felt guilty on how I had handled the previous situation at home. I knew that I needed to fully cool off and have a straight head before I headed back. My head snapped back to reality when I heard desperate cries.
“Peter!” It was coming from an alley. I saw two men; one was hunched over the other who seemed unresponsive, I deducted that he was Peter. The other was checking Peter’s pulse as I came running over.
“Hey!” I called as I drew closer “what happened?”
The conscious one seemed reluctant to answer, then said quickly “he’s my brother. He fell from a couple of stairs up”.
“How?” I asked
“Listen, I’m glad for your concern, but I’ve got to get my brother to a hospital!”
“I can help” I mentioned “my father’s a doctor and he taught me a technique, I can find out if he has broken anything important”.
“Fine, but don’t do anything else ‘til the real medics show up” he said dialling 911.
“He’s okay” I said finishing my X-Ray scan as he hung up “by the way, I’m Damien” I said extending my hand.
“I’m Nathan Petrelli” he said shaking my hand. All of a sudden though, he froze. I could feel his cold, seemingly lifeless hand, although I still retained my warmth. I pulled my hand back and he shook his head, dazed. “Who are you?” He demanded.
“I just told you, I’m Damien” I replied. He went back to silence and I left, confused about his behaviour.
As I crossed the road I heard an ambulance siren. My head turned spotting the speeding vehicle. Instinctively my knees bent, as if charging and like an elastic band released, literally sending me “flying”. My mind was overwhelmed with emotions. I was scared. Surprised. Happy. Free. How is this even possible? I thought as I soared over large buildings and apartments. At first it was hard to control, but eventually I learned that if I concentrated my weight to one side I’d go in that direction.
Half-an-hour later I tumbled as I tried to land on the grass in my backyard. “Dad!” I called excitingly moving towards the house. The door was half open. I continued through the house and headed to the kitchen. And that’s when I saw him. As my dad was crumpled on the floor a guy was rummaging through his papers. I specifically recall his Horn Rimmed Glasses and the only words I still remember.
“Hello Damien” he said with his rehearsed ‘kind’ voice. “My friend and I, the Haitian need you to come with us”.
I turned around as I tried to escape, but to my horror, found myself facing the Haitian. He put his hand over my forehead and everything went black...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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CHAPTER THREE: "COMPANY"
DAMIEN - LEVEL 1, PRIMATECH PAPER, ODESSA, TX
The light shone against my eyes as I opened them. I instantly awoke and scanned the area. I was in some sort of cell.
"Where am I?" I called. Moving towards the glass, I tried to use my X-ray vision to see through.
"If you’re trying to use your abilities, it's not possible" I heard someone say. I still recognised his voice, it was the man with the Horn Rimmed Glasses. "You can't use it when the Haitian's around".
"How do you know...?"
"We know a lot more about you then you do" H.R.G said "do you truly know what your ability is?"
"Yes, but why would I tell you?" I told him firmly.
"You don't know the half of it" he began “you’re scared, glad and you feel like your invincible. You are one of only a few who have more than one ability.”
“So what do you want?” I asked.
“There is one, like you, a killer Sylar. We need your help to take him down” he said.
“I’m not a killer” I replied instantly.
“We don’t need you to kill him, all we need you to do is to bring him in” he said. What I was really annoyed about was that he knew something knew more about my ability than I did myself.
“If he’s so dangerous, how do you think I can take him down and why don’t you use the Haitian?” I asked.
“We would use the Haitian if we could get anywhere near him” he answered “but he’ll come to you if he finds out about your ability. Do you want to know what it is?”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t, but it basically comes down to, do you want to spend the rest of your life in this cell” he said. He had just introduced an ultimatum and I had no choice but to do this job for him.
“Fine, but I don’t know what my ability even is” I said.
“You have the ability to replicate the special genes that make these ordinary people able to use their extraordinary abilities” he answered me “and we’ve got someone who’s going to properly teach you how to make the most of your abilities”.
At that moment an attractive blond haired 20 year old walked in. “Hey Damien” she said producing electricity in her hands.
DAMIEN AND ELLE – SOMEWHERE AT PRIMATECH PAPER HOURS LATER...
“So you can produce electricity” I offered to start up a conversation, watching interestingly as she shot out a bolt of electricity.
“Wow, your observation skills are exceptional” Elle said sarcastically turning to face me. “Now from what I understand, you’re able to copy people’s abilities”.
“I guess” I said “but it doesn’t make sense, my father’s ability was gone how could I get an ability he didn’t have”.
“He still had the right DNA I guess” she said sitting adjacent me. “So let’s get this over with, all you need to do is touch me and you’ll get my ability”.
“You make it sound so easy”, I replied.
“It should be, just think about getting my lightning” she said laying her arm on the table.
I gently placed my hand on her arm and felt her minute goosebumps occurring. “You okay?”
She seemed a bit uncomfortable but quickly spoke, “fine, just a bit ticklish”.
As I concentrated on her I could feel the warmth of her skin. I looked at her and saw her avoiding my glance.
“Is it working?” she said quickly.
“I don’t think so”, I said, jumping as the door opened suddenly.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” a semi-bald man said as he pushed his glasses a bit higher “I’m Bob, Elle’s father. I think a few answers from you may provide the answer to your power”.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“I’m sure you’re dying to use your abilities” Elle cut in abruptly.
“Was there any time where you felt different after an interaction with your father?”
“Actually, there was something. After I hugged my dad, I felt stronger” I said, recounting the event “and then he forgot about the talk we just previously had”.
“So when you replicate their ability, they don’t remember anything about it?” he said, talking more to himself then me
“I think that an extreme emotion might trigger it off-“ he stopped as his phone rang. He answered it and his face expression changed “I’ll be right there” he said. He turned back to me “Nice to meet you Damien” he said before turning to Elle “I’m sure you’ll do whatever is necessary”. He walked out and Elle turned to me.
“Whatever is necessary, I’m not sure I quite like that idea” I said.
“Well if you don’t start producing results I won’t have a choice” she said activating her lightning ability. “Now, just quickly touch me and replicate my ability”.
“I don’t think it’s that simple” I replied.
She produced an evil smile, “I guess I have no choice then”. Then she went crazy, she started shooting lightning at me but just missing, as if she were playing a game with me. After two rounds of my “dance” she grazed my arm. All of a sudden I flew straight into her, knocking us both on the ground. I held up her arms allowing her not to shock me. She was breathing heavy and seemed afraid. Her face moved closer to mine, I suddenly felt a jolt of energy and she looked at me confused. “I bet you didn’t know I could do this” she said shocking me by producing electricity all over her body.
I immediately pulled away, but I was not in pain. The lights started flickering and my body started to go in overcharge.
“What are you doing?” she said before screaming and crumpling to the ground. Suddenly I realised that I was absorbing electricity. The final things I could remember was the door opening, a gun going off and me hitting the ground as an object plummeted into my back..
TO BE CONTINUED..
DAMIEN - LEVEL 1, PRIMATECH PAPER, ODESSA, TX
The light shone against my eyes as I opened them. I instantly awoke and scanned the area. I was in some sort of cell.
"Where am I?" I called. Moving towards the glass, I tried to use my X-ray vision to see through.
"If you’re trying to use your abilities, it's not possible" I heard someone say. I still recognised his voice, it was the man with the Horn Rimmed Glasses. "You can't use it when the Haitian's around".
"How do you know...?"
"We know a lot more about you then you do" H.R.G said "do you truly know what your ability is?"
"Yes, but why would I tell you?" I told him firmly.
"You don't know the half of it" he began “you’re scared, glad and you feel like your invincible. You are one of only a few who have more than one ability.”
“So what do you want?” I asked.
“There is one, like you, a killer Sylar. We need your help to take him down” he said.
“I’m not a killer” I replied instantly.
“We don’t need you to kill him, all we need you to do is to bring him in” he said. What I was really annoyed about was that he knew something knew more about my ability than I did myself.
“If he’s so dangerous, how do you think I can take him down and why don’t you use the Haitian?” I asked.
“We would use the Haitian if we could get anywhere near him” he answered “but he’ll come to you if he finds out about your ability. Do you want to know what it is?”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t, but it basically comes down to, do you want to spend the rest of your life in this cell” he said. He had just introduced an ultimatum and I had no choice but to do this job for him.
“Fine, but I don’t know what my ability even is” I said.
“You have the ability to replicate the special genes that make these ordinary people able to use their extraordinary abilities” he answered me “and we’ve got someone who’s going to properly teach you how to make the most of your abilities”.
At that moment an attractive blond haired 20 year old walked in. “Hey Damien” she said producing electricity in her hands.
DAMIEN AND ELLE – SOMEWHERE AT PRIMATECH PAPER HOURS LATER...
“So you can produce electricity” I offered to start up a conversation, watching interestingly as she shot out a bolt of electricity.
“Wow, your observation skills are exceptional” Elle said sarcastically turning to face me. “Now from what I understand, you’re able to copy people’s abilities”.
“I guess” I said “but it doesn’t make sense, my father’s ability was gone how could I get an ability he didn’t have”.
“He still had the right DNA I guess” she said sitting adjacent me. “So let’s get this over with, all you need to do is touch me and you’ll get my ability”.
“You make it sound so easy”, I replied.
“It should be, just think about getting my lightning” she said laying her arm on the table.
I gently placed my hand on her arm and felt her minute goosebumps occurring. “You okay?”
She seemed a bit uncomfortable but quickly spoke, “fine, just a bit ticklish”.
As I concentrated on her I could feel the warmth of her skin. I looked at her and saw her avoiding my glance.
“Is it working?” she said quickly.
“I don’t think so”, I said, jumping as the door opened suddenly.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” a semi-bald man said as he pushed his glasses a bit higher “I’m Bob, Elle’s father. I think a few answers from you may provide the answer to your power”.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“I’m sure you’re dying to use your abilities” Elle cut in abruptly.
“Was there any time where you felt different after an interaction with your father?”
“Actually, there was something. After I hugged my dad, I felt stronger” I said, recounting the event “and then he forgot about the talk we just previously had”.
“So when you replicate their ability, they don’t remember anything about it?” he said, talking more to himself then me
“I think that an extreme emotion might trigger it off-“ he stopped as his phone rang. He answered it and his face expression changed “I’ll be right there” he said. He turned back to me “Nice to meet you Damien” he said before turning to Elle “I’m sure you’ll do whatever is necessary”. He walked out and Elle turned to me.
“Whatever is necessary, I’m not sure I quite like that idea” I said.
“Well if you don’t start producing results I won’t have a choice” she said activating her lightning ability. “Now, just quickly touch me and replicate my ability”.
“I don’t think it’s that simple” I replied.
She produced an evil smile, “I guess I have no choice then”. Then she went crazy, she started shooting lightning at me but just missing, as if she were playing a game with me. After two rounds of my “dance” she grazed my arm. All of a sudden I flew straight into her, knocking us both on the ground. I held up her arms allowing her not to shock me. She was breathing heavy and seemed afraid. Her face moved closer to mine, I suddenly felt a jolt of energy and she looked at me confused. “I bet you didn’t know I could do this” she said shocking me by producing electricity all over her body.
I immediately pulled away, but I was not in pain. The lights started flickering and my body started to go in overcharge.
“What are you doing?” she said before screaming and crumpling to the ground. Suddenly I realised that I was absorbing electricity. The final things I could remember was the door opening, a gun going off and me hitting the ground as an object plummeted into my back..
TO BE CONTINUED..
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"Aftershock"
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"What do you want?"
"There is one, like you, a killer named Sylar. We need your help to take him down".
Damien and Elle - The Company
It is amazing that what seems minutes in our dreams are hours in reality. We sleep, unaware of the changes going on around us, the processes that our bodies are undergoing and when we wake up, it seems like another day...
I opened my eyes and got up in panic. I felt a sharp pain in my back and tried to rest back down. I looked and saw Elle smiling.
"You're pretty stubborn" she said playing around with her electricity "it took a lot of doses to put you down".
"What happened?" I asked, reaching to my paining head as I frantically tried to remember.
"You nearly absorbed all the electricity in this facility" she said as her electricity cut short and she let out a small groan.
"Are you alright?" I asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just an aftershock" she answered.
"I absorbed the electricity from you, too" I said. She stayed silent. "I'm so sorry Elle, I didn't mean to--"
"Hey, it doesn't matter" she waivered "I mean, we don't even properly know each other".
"Well, I've got nothing to do so why don't we start?" I dared. For a second I thought I caught a smile, but she regained her posture soon after.
"I've got an assignment soon and Daddy wouldn't be happy if I formed any attatchments" she replied, looking at her hands and she tried to produce more electricity.
"So your father will resent you if you form any kind of attachment with me?" I pressed.
"It's complicated" she began.
"Is it? if he was really your father he wouldn't mind" I stopped as she stormed towards the door, spontaneously producing a ball of electricity. She reabsorbed it and left the room. I went back to laying down, looking up at the bland ceiling. I was not happy about being here, but I would have to fully recover if I were to get out.
DAMIEN BARCADIN- LEVEL 1, PRIMATECH PAPER- ODESSA, TX
"Wake up" I heard HRG say. I got up, what other choice did I have? My back was paining but it was a lot better.
"How much longer are you going to keep me here?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't get a straight answer.
"You're a unique boy" he said, avoiding the question "you seem to replicate people's ability even if they've lost it. It
seems like your's has something to do with their DNA".
"Am I going to be able to understand any of this?"
"The point is, if you accumulate abilities, you'll be able to stop Sylar" he continued.
"Stop a superpowered serial killer?" I asked rhetorically "I don't think so".
"You actually have a chance against him" he said, ignoring my previous statement "imagine the abilities you could possess. Telepathy, Precognition even teleportation". I have to admit, it did wet my appetite.
"What's in it for me?" I asked curiously.
"You could be a superhero, like Superman and Spiderman" he answered. He sure did have a good argument.
"Where do I start?"
He smiled, "Level 5".
DAMIEN BARCADIN, BOB AND ELLE BISHOP- LEVEL 5, HARTSDALE, NY
"What is this?" I looked around at all the various people locked up.
"Level 5, full of the world's most dangerous villains" he explained "abilities like enhanced superstrength, impenetrable skin, pyrokinesis, sound manipulation you get the rest".
"Whoa!" I said, surprised by the potential abilities I could uncover "so where do I start?"
"You understand that I cannot give you all of these abilities, I'm not the only one in charge and my other... associates... believe that it is a mistake not to have you locked up here."
"So then why am I here?"
"I spoke to them and they've allowed me to grant you two abilities" he said "once you're a fully trained Company agent they'll check your stat report and decide whether you should be exposed to more power".
"So what abilities have you chosen?" I asked.
"I left that to Elle" he said allowing her to step forward.
She didn't say a word to me and walked towards a cell. I saw a guy firing blue flame against the window. "Here's your first one, his name is Flint, doesn't know a thing, should be easy enough" she said.
"Hey, you come to see me baby? Who's this fella' wit' 'ya?" Flint asked with an evil grin on his face, firing some more blue flame against the window. I didn't feel really good being in the same cell of a nutter...
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Will Damien be successful in his quest for Flint's ability? Also what other ability has Elle chosen for Damien?
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"Here's your first one, his name is Flint, doesn't know a thing, should be easy enough" she said.
"Hey, you come to see me baby? Who's this fella' wit' 'ya?" Flint asked with an evil grin on his face, firing some more blue flame against the window. I didn't feel really good being in the same cell of a nutter...
DAMIEN BARCADIN, BOB AND ELLE BISHOP- LEVEL 5, HARTSDALE, NY
We all dream of being powerful. Of having abilities, of being special even when others tell us we’re to be “normal” like everyone else. But is there anyone that is truly “normal”?
“Come on, Damien” Elle pushed on “You’re not scared, are you?” she said, smiling slyly.
“Of course not” I replied quickly “but if you are for me then...”
“Just get in” she said opening the door and pushing me inside.
“It’s hotter than hell in here” Flint said to me, spontaneously producing blue flame from his hands.
“Listen, all I want is your ability, I never came here to hurt you” I said slowly walking towards him.
“As if you could” he said throwing the fire at me. I crouched below and sent a bolt of electricity through his hand. He cried out and I took advantage of this, swiftly flying into his mid-section. I took advantage of his exposed wrist and firmly grasped it, concentrating on his DNA that contained the information on his ability. Dazed he tried to burn me with his flame, I felt nothing.
“So you can’t be hurt by your own fire, can you?” I said as I shocked him, rendering him unconscious. I walked out, receiving congratulations from Mr. Bishop, only receiving a slight smile from Elle. “What’s next?”
“This is the best one” she said directing me to another cell.
“What ability this time?”
“You’ll find out” she said locking the door behind me.
“Who are you?” I asked curiously.
“Je m’appelle Baron Samedi” he said smiling.
“I’m guessing you’re Saturday Baron” I said jokingly. He looked at me furiously. “Sorry, I kinda’ failed French, but I knew my days”.
He charged at me and I quickly leapt to the side just in time. “I’m guessing your superpower is Super-Idiocy, am I right?”
He charged at me again, this time I shot Blue Flame at him. It didn’t seem to work and he threw me to the ground. “You thought you were so smart” he said in an accent similar to the Haitian’s voice “you probably should’ve known that I have impenetrable skin”.
“Stop!” yelled Elle as she opened the door shooting lightning at Baron. He looked at her and laughed. As he was walking away I pounced on him and replicated his genes. I pushed him to the ground and told Elle to run. She listened and left me alone with Baron. He pushed me into the wall strongly and laughed as he walked towards me. I returned the laugh and got up facing him, “I’ve got your ability too, now Samedi. What should I call myself, Damien Dimanche?”
DAMIEN BARCADIN, BOB AND ELLE BISHOP- THE COMPANY, HARTSDALE, NY
“Well done Damien” Bob commended me.
“Well without your daughter’s assistance, I might not be here right now” I said turning to Elle “so thank you”.
Her smile was cut short when Bob continued, “I’m sure you would’ve sorted it out, soon enough.”
I ignored the comment and countered him with a question, “Now that I have impenetrable skin, what’s to stop me from leaving”.
“The Haitian” he said as the Haitian walked in “see your ability requires some mental effort, fortunately for us the Haitian can suppress your abilities”.
“Okay, understood” I replied obediently “another thing, when do I go on my first mission and what’s my reward?”
Bob then picked up a pen and instantly turned it into Gold. “Believe me, Damien, money is not a problem” he put down the pen and eased back on his desk chair “I believe that you’ll find the abilities more useful”.
“Abilities from whom?”
“The people you encounter on your mission” he answered “I’m sure you’d be interested that. Which brings us to your first mission”.
“Already?” Elle complained.
“Cool, so who is it that I’m bringing in?” I asked.
He laughed, “You may be remarkably powerful, but you’re still just a trainee. You’ll go with Bennet and the Haitian”.
“So I’m a tag-a-long?”
“Basically, but we do need the Haitian to keep you in check” he said. I did understand, after all I had impenetrable skin; the Haitian was basically the only one that could stop me. “You’ll be stopping by a crime scene that was caused by Sylar. There was a girl there that we need you to bring to us.”
“What’s her ability?” I asked.
“Only I know and the Haitian will make sure you don’t take her ability” he said “she’s very special and unique. And we’ll like it to stay that way, understood?”
“Yes, so what’s her name?”
“Her name is Molly”
TO BE CONTINUED
Will this mission change anything? Is Damien becoming too powerful?
VOLUME ONE
"BIRTH"
Chapter Five
"Fuel To The Fire"
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"Here's your first one, his name is Flint, doesn't know a thing, should be easy enough" she said.
"Hey, you come to see me baby? Who's this fella' wit' 'ya?" Flint asked with an evil grin on his face, firing some more blue flame against the window. I didn't feel really good being in the same cell of a nutter...
DAMIEN BARCADIN, BOB AND ELLE BISHOP- LEVEL 5, HARTSDALE, NY
We all dream of being powerful. Of having abilities, of being special even when others tell us we’re to be “normal” like everyone else. But is there anyone that is truly “normal”?
“Come on, Damien” Elle pushed on “You’re not scared, are you?” she said, smiling slyly.
“Of course not” I replied quickly “but if you are for me then...”
“Just get in” she said opening the door and pushing me inside.
“It’s hotter than hell in here” Flint said to me, spontaneously producing blue flame from his hands.
“Listen, all I want is your ability, I never came here to hurt you” I said slowly walking towards him.
“As if you could” he said throwing the fire at me. I crouched below and sent a bolt of electricity through his hand. He cried out and I took advantage of this, swiftly flying into his mid-section. I took advantage of his exposed wrist and firmly grasped it, concentrating on his DNA that contained the information on his ability. Dazed he tried to burn me with his flame, I felt nothing.
“So you can’t be hurt by your own fire, can you?” I said as I shocked him, rendering him unconscious. I walked out, receiving congratulations from Mr. Bishop, only receiving a slight smile from Elle. “What’s next?”
“This is the best one” she said directing me to another cell.
“What ability this time?”
“You’ll find out” she said locking the door behind me.
“Who are you?” I asked curiously.
“Je m’appelle Baron Samedi” he said smiling.
“I’m guessing you’re Saturday Baron” I said jokingly. He looked at me furiously. “Sorry, I kinda’ failed French, but I knew my days”.
He charged at me and I quickly leapt to the side just in time. “I’m guessing your superpower is Super-Idiocy, am I right?”
He charged at me again, this time I shot Blue Flame at him. It didn’t seem to work and he threw me to the ground. “You thought you were so smart” he said in an accent similar to the Haitian’s voice “you probably should’ve known that I have impenetrable skin”.
“Stop!” yelled Elle as she opened the door shooting lightning at Baron. He looked at her and laughed. As he was walking away I pounced on him and replicated his genes. I pushed him to the ground and told Elle to run. She listened and left me alone with Baron. He pushed me into the wall strongly and laughed as he walked towards me. I returned the laugh and got up facing him, “I’ve got your ability too, now Samedi. What should I call myself, Damien Dimanche?”
DAMIEN BARCADIN, BOB AND ELLE BISHOP- THE COMPANY, HARTSDALE, NY
“Well done Damien” Bob commended me.
“Well without your daughter’s assistance, I might not be here right now” I said turning to Elle “so thank you”.
Her smile was cut short when Bob continued, “I’m sure you would’ve sorted it out, soon enough.”
I ignored the comment and countered him with a question, “Now that I have impenetrable skin, what’s to stop me from leaving”.
“The Haitian” he said as the Haitian walked in “see your ability requires some mental effort, fortunately for us the Haitian can suppress your abilities”.
“Okay, understood” I replied obediently “another thing, when do I go on my first mission and what’s my reward?”
Bob then picked up a pen and instantly turned it into Gold. “Believe me, Damien, money is not a problem” he put down the pen and eased back on his desk chair “I believe that you’ll find the abilities more useful”.
“Abilities from whom?”
“The people you encounter on your mission” he answered “I’m sure you’d be interested that. Which brings us to your first mission”.
“Already?” Elle complained.
“Cool, so who is it that I’m bringing in?” I asked.
He laughed, “You may be remarkably powerful, but you’re still just a trainee. You’ll go with Bennet and the Haitian”.
“So I’m a tag-a-long?”
“Basically, but we do need the Haitian to keep you in check” he said. I did understand, after all I had impenetrable skin; the Haitian was basically the only one that could stop me. “You’ll be stopping by a crime scene that was caused by Sylar. There was a girl there that we need you to bring to us.”
“What’s her ability?” I asked.
“Only I know and the Haitian will make sure you don’t take her ability” he said “she’s very special and unique. And we’ll like it to stay that way, understood?”
“Yes, so what’s her name?”
“Her name is Molly”
TO BE CONTINUED
Will this mission change anything? Is Damien becoming too powerful?
..Curentlly it is difficult time for Heroes , so I belive it's the main reason why almost noone is reading our fan fictions. I will publish whole Volume One of my FF. Hope you will too.
Heroes Fan Fiction SPECIAL EDITION!
Chapter Six
"Molly"
DAMIEN, BENNETT AND THE HAITIAN, MOLLY'S RESIDENCE
Why do people view their abilities as a curse? While others strive for a bigger course in a noble destiny, only seeking greatness in power. As I searched Molly's house, I started to understand Sylar's crave for power and started to envy his.
"So what about this Hydrokinesis fellow, is he dangerous?" I asked Bennet as we walked through Molly's residence.
"He was a janitor who turned into a stone cold killer, we're currently on the lookout for him" Bennet said examining the Molly's dead father, who had the top of his skull removed and was frozen.
"I thought that people weren't affected by their own abilities" I said touching his cold, lifeless body.
"Some are, some aren't" Bennett said distractingly.
"C'mon Haitian, can't I use my ability? I've always wanting a freezing power" I said as the Haitian said nothing "Bennett?"
"Fine", Bennett said nodding at the Haitian "one minute".
I grasped the cold shoulder and concentrating on the genes that still remained in the dead body. I felt a cold shadow over me and pulled back as the body shattered. My hand suddenly went warm as I looked back at the Haitian. "Well, thanks for the ability anyway" we traversed further through the house looking for any sign of life. Bennet's phone rang and he looked at the Haitian as he answered it.
"I know, I'm to stay here" I said "I'm thinking twice about staying with this Company".
Mr. Bennett walked into the room, "we need to talk".
"I have been assigned to hand you these" he said handing me a bunch of papers "these are all the abilities that you desire. Get to these people before Sylar does".
I skimmed through the files seeing, Dynamic Camouflage, Hydrokinesis, Atomic Manipulation, Psych Ray and a bunch of other abilities. "Where do I start?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Here", Bennet said handing me one piece of paper with the name Hiro Nakamura on it. Without another word I ran out of the house and flew, instantly soaring across the skies. I tried to enjoy this last moment because next I would be teleporting from place to place.
TO BE CONTINUED...
NEXT EDITION SPECIAL RELEASE TOMORROW AS THE HUNT CONTINUES FOR MORE POWERS WHICH WILL LEAD TO A SYLAR SHOWDOWN! AND WHY DOES "THE COMPANY" WANT HIM TO GET HIRO'S ABILITY?
Chapter Six
"Molly"
DAMIEN, BENNETT AND THE HAITIAN, MOLLY'S RESIDENCE
Why do people view their abilities as a curse? While others strive for a bigger course in a noble destiny, only seeking greatness in power. As I searched Molly's house, I started to understand Sylar's crave for power and started to envy his.
"So what about this Hydrokinesis fellow, is he dangerous?" I asked Bennet as we walked through Molly's residence.
"He was a janitor who turned into a stone cold killer, we're currently on the lookout for him" Bennet said examining the Molly's dead father, who had the top of his skull removed and was frozen.
"I thought that people weren't affected by their own abilities" I said touching his cold, lifeless body.
"Some are, some aren't" Bennett said distractingly.
"C'mon Haitian, can't I use my ability? I've always wanting a freezing power" I said as the Haitian said nothing "Bennett?"
"Fine", Bennett said nodding at the Haitian "one minute".
I grasped the cold shoulder and concentrating on the genes that still remained in the dead body. I felt a cold shadow over me and pulled back as the body shattered. My hand suddenly went warm as I looked back at the Haitian. "Well, thanks for the ability anyway" we traversed further through the house looking for any sign of life. Bennet's phone rang and he looked at the Haitian as he answered it.
"I know, I'm to stay here" I said "I'm thinking twice about staying with this Company".
Mr. Bennett walked into the room, "we need to talk".
"I have been assigned to hand you these" he said handing me a bunch of papers "these are all the abilities that you desire. Get to these people before Sylar does".
I skimmed through the files seeing, Dynamic Camouflage, Hydrokinesis, Atomic Manipulation, Psych Ray and a bunch of other abilities. "Where do I start?" I asked enthusiastically.
"Here", Bennet said handing me one piece of paper with the name Hiro Nakamura on it. Without another word I ran out of the house and flew, instantly soaring across the skies. I tried to enjoy this last moment because next I would be teleporting from place to place.
TO BE CONTINUED...
NEXT EDITION SPECIAL RELEASE TOMORROW AS THE HUNT CONTINUES FOR MORE POWERS WHICH WILL LEAD TO A SYLAR SHOWDOWN! AND WHY DOES "THE COMPANY" WANT HIM TO GET HIRO'S ABILITY?
Really great story Greenarrow. Sorry it took so long to read it. Keep up the good work.
I haven't read it all yet, just the first couple of chapters, but it's good. It does move a little fast, though, and would make for easier reading if you put a break inbetween the lines of speech, for one thing. Like this:
"You have X-Ray vision, too?"
"I used to."
^^^^^
Makes for easier reading. Just a little tip. I'd be happy to proofread anything for you, just shoot a PM my way
"You have X-Ray vision, too?"
"I used to."
^^^^^
Makes for easier reading. Just a little tip. I'd be happy to proofread anything for you, just shoot a PM my way
HIRO MINI-ARC
Chapter Seven
“Teleport”
“Teleport”
DAMIEN BARCADIN - YAMAGATO INDUSTRIES, JAPAN
There is nothing worse for searching for someone or something that could be anywhere in the world. Where do you start? When do you tell yourself to give up, that it's impossible?
I walked quickly, trying to avoid the rush of workers hurrying back to their cubicles after their afternoon exercise. It was amazing how even though Yamagato Industries was a Japanese company, everything was set out like an American company. I scanned everyone, trying to compare the workers to the photo of Hiro Nakamura or his friend Ando Masashi. As I was passing through a cubical I spotted Ando, watching intensely on his computer screen.
“Ando Masashi?” I asked.
“Yes” he replied quickly closing windows that were open on his screen.
“Good you speak English” I said continuing on “I’m looking for Hiro Nakamura”.
“Why?”
“It is very important that I speak to him personally” I said.
“Near the end of the row” he said pointing.
“Thank you” I said moving across to Hiro’s cubical. As I came to his cubical I found it deserted, loaded with paperwork. “Where have you gone to Hiro?”
I exited the building and walked to the food places encircling Yamagato Industries. Not knowing where else to go I took the subway (or what they call their underground railway). I avoided the people rushing by and stood in the middle of the ‘subway’, holding onto the pole to the top-right of me. I scanned the train not expecting to find anyone and slightly recognised someone. He had jet black hair and looked lost, occasionally pushing his glasses higher upon his nose. I quickly looked at the picture in my hand. I was two feet away from being able to control the space/time continuum.
TO BE CONTINUED...
How will Damien get Hiro's ability? Will they meet and "Save the World"?
Final Chapter of Hiro Mini-Arc
CHAPTER EIGHT
"FROZEN"
"FROZEN"
DAMIEN - SOMEWHERE AT A SUBWAY STATION, JAPAN
It's amazing how everyone's connected. Either by a time, event, family, or something else. Do you people really stop and marvel as they realise how connected we all are, how our decisions affect others who we may not even know...
As I reached out to touch him, a crowd (incl. Hiro) moved off the train. Immediately I followed after them, I couldn't tell where Hiro was but I knew where he'd be going. Passing a souvenir shop, I bought a dark cap and a black trench coat.
As I got to Yamagato Industries I waited outside and eventually saw Hiro and Ando leaving the building. I put on the items I bought earlier and accidentally bumped into Hiro, managing to steady myself on his exposed wrist. "Sorry" I said as softly as possible hurrying away from the duo. I rounded the corner into an alleyway, looking around to make sure it was isolated. Next was the hard part, I had to figure out the trick of teleporting. At first I thought of teleporting to the Company but decided I'd try New York. I concentrated hard, thinking about the places I'd been. My head started hurting then a rush came over me, it was like I was hit by a huge wave and I'd been thrown underneath...
DAMIEN - BUILDING WITH PETER AND SYLAR - 5 YEARS IN THE FUTURE
"Brother versus brother. It's almost biblical." said a man who I recognised as Sylar. On the other side was a different looking Peter from when I had saw him before, he now possessed a scar but looked more intense and deadly than he had before. As they collided I raced into the fight and pushed Sylar against the wall. As I was about to replicate his DNA he used his telekinesis to throw me against the other wall. Peter stepped in throwing Sylar through the hallway.
"Leave. Now!" Peter demanded me.
"Just wait" I said going towards Peter, grabbing his wrist firmly whilst I replicated his genes "I saw you before and you looked totally different. Where am I?"
He looked at me strangely, "you must be a time traveler." He pulled his wrist away, using his telekinesis to throw Sylar up against the wall. "I don't have time for twenty questions at the moment".
I reached out to a piece of rubble ten meters away from me. I then forced my mind to bring it towards me, with a slight movement of the fingers it came rushing towards me. I caught it and crushed it in my hand.
"Who are you?" Peter asked.
Closing my eyes I quickly answered, "I'm just like you". I forced myself to get me back to the time I was before and just like that I had the same woozy feeling as before and quickly opened my eyes...
DAMIEN - THE COMPANY - HARTSDALE, NY - PRESENT
I saw Elle look at me with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk with your father" I said collapsing under my weight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
What has happened to Damien? Was there a side-effect of replicating Peter's abilities?
good story, keep it up. 
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CHAPTER NINE
"Limits"
CHAPTER NINE
"Limits"
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"Who are you?" Peter asked.
Closing my eyes I quickly answered, "I'm just like you".
DAMIEN - THE COMPANY, LEVEL 1
Every superhero has a weakness or limit. As powerful as Superman is, he is physically affected by magic and kryptonite. Spiderman has extraordinary power, but when compared to Venom he can't even "sense" him. All accept their limits and learn how to work through it...
My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the empty room. I slowly got up, resting against the hard, warm cement wall next to me.
"How are you?" Elle said, appearing from the door.
"I've been better" I replied, wincing as I smiled to myself "what's happening?"
A look of concern clouded her face like a passing storm as she sat adjacent to me. "Our people are working on it" she said "but your genes seem to be constantly changing".
"They have no idea why?"
She shook her head.
"Would it be anything to do with Peter?" I continued.
"What? Petrelli?" She said in surprise.
"Yeah" I shrugged "it was the future. He had all these abilities and he was going up against Sylar".
I wonder if that was after the explosion, I heard Elle say without her lips moving.
"What explosion?"
"Huh? How did you...?" she said, looking at me curiously "can you read minds?"
"I don't know, maybe Peter could" I said getting up, "what is Peter's ability anyway".
"He's like you" she answered "he can absorb other people's abilities. The thing is, though, he doesn't have to touch you".
"Do you think I have his ability?"
"What was he doing when you touched him?" she asked.
"He was fighting Sylar" I answered "why?"
"Then you probably didn't get his primary ability" she said "his DNA would'nt of been of his primary ability, rather his collected abilities."
"That's still cool, right?"
"If you could figure out what it is" she said. She got up and walked to the door, "don't worry Damien, our people will find out what's wrong with you and fix it".
"Thanks for the reassurance" I said, staying on the bed watching her leave. As Bennett walked by I heard his thoughts.
Better get Elle to the Haitian for her memory wipe, Bennett thought walking towards Elle.
"No!" I cried running through the wall, phasing smoothly through. Bennett looked at me with shock and horror. He already had Elle, but I wasn't going to let him take her.
"What are you doing?" she asked him. He didn't reply.
My hands lit a yellow flame and I directed it towards him, "let her go".
"No" he said moving backwards.
I concentrated on his mind and diffused my thoughts into his head, let Elle go!
Immediately he lowered his weapon and let go of Elle. I decommissioned my fire and used my new found telekinesis to get the gun from his hand. But as Elle was walking away from Bennett and towards me, he grabbed her again.
"Let her go!" I said trying to focus on his mind.
"That won't work" Bennett said smiling as the Haitian stepped in.
"If Bob finds out--" I began but stopped when Mr. Bishop stepped in.
"Who do you think authorised it?" Bob said stepping in front of the three.
"But she's your daughter..." I said.
"And you're her weakness" he replied "now I need to make sure she doesn't remember a thing about you".
TO BE CONTINUED...
Will Elle's memory be erased? What are the side-effects of Damien's abilities?
Small chapter with big letters 
good trick and nice story 
good trick and nice story
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CHAPTER TEN
"UNKNOWN"
CHAPTER TEN
"UNKNOWN"
DAMIEN BARCADIN - OLD RESIDENCE, NY
Being stripped of your memory is like losing your identity. I knew who I was, how old I was, but I couldn't account for any of my whereabouts from before the Eclipse. And I didn't know where my father was.
Waking up on the comfortable bed I felt like I hadn't slept in days, which I had no way of knowing since I couldn't remember anything. I decided I wouldn't attend school today and that I would try to figure out what happened to me. As I walked downstairs I noticed the TV on. There was a story about some train wreck in Odessa, Texas.
I switched it off and went to the kitchen to get some food. The fridge was open and there was someone behind it.
"Who are you?" I asked, thinking that he seemed familiar.
"Are you Damien Barcadin?"
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I demanded.
"Aren't you rude" he said throwing me against the wall "you have something that I want".
"What is it?"
"Power" he said raising his finger and moving it across as if he was cutting something. The thing was that nothing happened. "How could that be?" he asked, surprised.
I didn't know myself, but something in me acted and threw him away, releasing his 'invisible grip' on me. "Whoa" I said as I walked towards him. I reached out my hand in a choke like grip (similar to Darth Vader's) and raised him against the other side of the wall. "Seems like your not going to get it" I said throwing him across the room.
He smashed through the table, but still manage to get up. "You're like me, aren't you?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about" I said pushing him against the wall with my hands and raising my hand (that was literally on fire, although I couldn't feel it) towards his face. I slightly turned my head and concentrated on his mind 'saying', you don't remember me and you will leave now. I then closed my eyes and envisioned him where he previously was, using his memories to project him there. I looked up as I felt my hand touch the air and realised that it was over. That he was gone. I starting freaking out, about him and about my abilities. I ran out of the house towards a place familiar, to Kirby Plaza.
I arrived, packed full of questions and fears, wondering if the people passing by knew how different I was. I started hearing everyone's thoughts, my brain was regenerating pushing back the memories that I had lost, I was on overload. I felt weirdly warm. I looked down at my hands I realised that they were glowing. All different 'abilities' were coming out and no one seemed to recognise it. I fought hard to try and push back the urge of letting go, of exploding. But I couldn't hold it anymore...
TO BE CONTINUED...
What has happened to Damien? Will he explode? What is he remembering?
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
"HOW TO STOP AN EXPLODING MAN"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"HOW TO STOP AN EXPLODING MAN"
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"Who are you and what are you doing here?" I demanded.
Throwing me against the wall he said, "you have something that I want".
DAMIEN - KIRBY PLAZA, NY
When faced in a dangerous situation your body starts to produce adrenaline. A weird feeling sweeps over you and you feel like you can do anything. Sometimes it fuels the part of you that you try to hide.
I looked down at my hands I realised that they were glowing. All different 'abilities' were coming out and no one seemed to recognise it. I fought hard to try and push back the urge of letting go, of exploding. But I couldn't hold it in anymore. "No" I screamed as the heat swept over me, the dry wind picked up speed but quickly exerted itself from me as I released all my harbored energy. As the explosion subsided I looked at the desert land. "No! Wait no!" I said as I walked around, looking at all the dust.
"Hello Damien" a familiar voice said from behind me...
DAMIEN AND PETER - SOMEWHERE IN THE DESERT
"Peter?"
"That's me" he said walking around "I shouldn't even be here right now".
"Are you saying that you're supposed to be dead?"
He laughed, facing me once more. "Dead? No, I can't die" he said then mumbled, "huh? No scar".
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He ignored the question ,countering it with one of his own. "Back when we spoke, when I asked you who you were..."
"...and I replied 'I'm like you?'" I finished, acknowledging his nod "I thought it would give the scene a more cinematic moment?"
"So you remember everything?"
"I think the explosion triggered it off-- wait how did you...?"
"I've been monitoring your condition for the past few days now" Peter said stroking his chin "so back to the whole, 'I'm like you' quote".
"When I touch someone, I replicate their ability" I said.
At that moment his head jerked to me. He looked at me pensively. "You're the guy with Gene Mimicry?"
"I guess so" I said shrugging, thinking back to my discussion with Elle*. "So you know me?"
"I know of you" he said walking away slowly "see ya' round fellow mimicker".
"Where are you going?"
"I'm not supposed to be here" he said closing his eyes and disappearing with the approaching wind.
As I felt the hot air, I too closed my eyes and envisioned my place in New York. Instantly I was teleported to a familiar place.
DAMIEN'S PLACE - NEW YORK, NY
Looking around I saw the place wrecked with the encounter I had with Sylar. I heard a knock on the door and opened it. "You!" I said grabbing the person and throwing them across the room.
He got up and raised his taser gun, leveling it with my chest. Even though he got banged up pretty good, his Horn Rimmed Glasses remained visibly untouched. "Wait! All I came here for was to warn you about Bob..." he paused as I saw a hand on the top of his head. Bennett fell to the ground and revealed The Haitian behind him.
"What did you do that for?" I said, not expecting to get an answer.
"Mr. Bishop wanted me to make sure Bennett didn't know anything about the Company leaders. He shall be fine in due time" the Haitian said.
"You can talk?"
He said nothing as he picked up Bennett.
"You're not going anywhere" I said, telekinetically throwing Bennett of his shoulders and pinning the Haitian to the wall.
The Haitian looked unaffected and starting walking towards Bennett picking up the taser gun. I concentrated on his mind, trying to input my thoughts into his head. All I got was white noise as I desperately trying to break through. He dropped the taser and started sweating. I felt something trail down from my nose, tasting some kind of alkaline in a liquid then I realised my blood nose had leaked to my mouth.
"I'm gonna' make you pay for what you did to Elle" I said increasing my thought power.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Can Damien defeat the Haitian? How will all pan out?
NEXT ISSUE: THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN! THE HAITIAN VS. DAMIEN!
*See Chapter Nine "Limits"
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CHAPTER TWELVE
"POWERLESS"
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"You're not going anywhere" I said, telekinetically throwing Bennett of his shoulders and pinning the Haitian to the wall.
DAMIEN, THE HAITIAN AND BENNET - DAMIEN'S PLACE, NEW YORK
Animals and plants alike can adapt to any situation. But what happens when we lose the ability to adapt, when we lose the ability to do anything?
As I tried to delve deeper into the darkness, my arm continuously shivered and shook. The Haitian's mind was like an impenetrable firewall. “Stop” he said as more sweat frequently escaped his glands.
“And why should I?” I said pushing harder, exerting myself further than I thought I could’ve gone.
“Because of me” a voice said, shifting my attention away from the Haitian. She held a gun pointed at me and her blonde hair swayed in the wind, it was Elle.
“Elle?”
“Don’t move!” she said, moving towards the Haitian, who was now semi-conscious.
“Elle, it’s me, Damien” I pleaded. I was going to try to read her mind, but I was still too weak.
“Of course it is” she said flatly “my father told me what you did to me.”
“What I did to you?” I put my hands up, moving closer “I don’t know what your father told you, but he’s lying”.
“Really?” she asked rhetorically “is he lying about your ability to manipulate minds. The ability you used to plant fake memories of me knowing you?”
“What?” I shook my head in disbelief “I haven’t done anything to you. It was all him. Your father. He’s blinding you; I tried to stop the Haitian as your father gave the order to wipe your memories about me”.
“Only because you planted it” she answered, tightening her finger on the trigger.
“Elle...”
“I’m sorry Damien” she said pulling the trigger.
“No, Elle don’t!” I shouted as I closed my eyes. When I reopened them, time was frozen. And to my shock the gun was pointed at Elle and the bullet was close to her head. I walked over to her and removed the gun and the bullet, placing the metallic weapon in my overcoat. Next I went over to the Haitian and placed my hand on his arm, concentrating on his genetic structure and replicated it as my nose produced more blood. I returned to Elle and hesitantly put my hands on either side of her head. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you” I said wiping her memories of me. I returned my hand to the gun and teleported myself to the Company.
THE COMPANY, BOB’S OFFICE – HARTSDALE, NY
I raised the gun at Bob who was sitting on his chair, not expecting this change in the game. “Hello Bob” I said whilst keeping my gun trained on him.
“Damien” he began “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“I don’t know how you manipulated Elle, but I’m not going to let you do it again” I said moving forward and tightening my trigger finger.
“I did it to protect her” he answered solemnly.
“Oh yeah? From what?”
“You” he said showing me the picture on his laptop. At that moment I shuddered and intensified my grip on my weapon. The picture he had on his laptop was of Elle getting her head sliced, telekinetically.
“I couldn’t do that” I said “not to Elle”.
“Really?” he said, throwing me his watch “fix it”.
“What?”
“You want to save Elle, well then fix it!”
I put the watch to me ear and studied its inanimate face. Suddenly my hands starting removing and trading watch pieces at the back of the time piece, and then I started hearing it tick. I let go of the watch and threw my hand up telekinetically choking Bob Bishop. A wave of excitement traveled through my body as I started cutting a side of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue...
TO BE CONTINUED...
How will Damien be able to control the “hunger” now that he has Sylar’s ability.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"POWERLESS"
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"You're not going anywhere" I said, telekinetically throwing Bennett of his shoulders and pinning the Haitian to the wall.
DAMIEN, THE HAITIAN AND BENNET - DAMIEN'S PLACE, NEW YORK
Animals and plants alike can adapt to any situation. But what happens when we lose the ability to adapt, when we lose the ability to do anything?
As I tried to delve deeper into the darkness, my arm continuously shivered and shook. The Haitian's mind was like an impenetrable firewall. “Stop” he said as more sweat frequently escaped his glands.
“And why should I?” I said pushing harder, exerting myself further than I thought I could’ve gone.
“Because of me” a voice said, shifting my attention away from the Haitian. She held a gun pointed at me and her blonde hair swayed in the wind, it was Elle.
“Elle?”
“Don’t move!” she said, moving towards the Haitian, who was now semi-conscious.
“Elle, it’s me, Damien” I pleaded. I was going to try to read her mind, but I was still too weak.
“Of course it is” she said flatly “my father told me what you did to me.”
“What I did to you?” I put my hands up, moving closer “I don’t know what your father told you, but he’s lying”.
“Really?” she asked rhetorically “is he lying about your ability to manipulate minds. The ability you used to plant fake memories of me knowing you?”
“What?” I shook my head in disbelief “I haven’t done anything to you. It was all him. Your father. He’s blinding you; I tried to stop the Haitian as your father gave the order to wipe your memories about me”.
“Only because you planted it” she answered, tightening her finger on the trigger.
“Elle...”
“I’m sorry Damien” she said pulling the trigger.
“No, Elle don’t!” I shouted as I closed my eyes. When I reopened them, time was frozen. And to my shock the gun was pointed at Elle and the bullet was close to her head. I walked over to her and removed the gun and the bullet, placing the metallic weapon in my overcoat. Next I went over to the Haitian and placed my hand on his arm, concentrating on his genetic structure and replicated it as my nose produced more blood. I returned to Elle and hesitantly put my hands on either side of her head. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you” I said wiping her memories of me. I returned my hand to the gun and teleported myself to the Company.
THE COMPANY, BOB’S OFFICE – HARTSDALE, NY
I raised the gun at Bob who was sitting on his chair, not expecting this change in the game. “Hello Bob” I said whilst keeping my gun trained on him.
“Damien” he began “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“I don’t know how you manipulated Elle, but I’m not going to let you do it again” I said moving forward and tightening my trigger finger.
“I did it to protect her” he answered solemnly.
“Oh yeah? From what?”
“You” he said showing me the picture on his laptop. At that moment I shuddered and intensified my grip on my weapon. The picture he had on his laptop was of Elle getting her head sliced, telekinetically.
“I couldn’t do that” I said “not to Elle”.
“Really?” he said, throwing me his watch “fix it”.
“What?”
“You want to save Elle, well then fix it!”
I put the watch to me ear and studied its inanimate face. Suddenly my hands starting removing and trading watch pieces at the back of the time piece, and then I started hearing it tick. I let go of the watch and threw my hand up telekinetically choking Bob Bishop. A wave of excitement traveled through my body as I started cutting a side of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue...
TO BE CONTINUED...
How will Damien be able to control the “hunger” now that he has Sylar’s ability.
I love this story. I just read chapter 9. Titles "How to stop an exploding man" - Heroes 1x23, "Powerless" - 2x11..it's kinda stupid...I mean...if you can't make your own titles...
Really great story! Sorry it took sooooooooooo long to read it. Keep it up!
QUOTE (MrHalliwell @ Mar 26 2009, 05:33 AM) 
I love this story. I just read chapter 9. Titles "How to stop an exploding man" - Heroes 1x23, "Powerless" - 2x11..it's kinda stupid...I mean...if you can't make your own titles...
First of all I'm glad you enjoy it. Second, I don't believe it's stupid that they have the same titles. I did that because I'm a HUGE fan of heroes and wanted to incorporate my fan fiction with the TV show as much as possible and I'm very creative and know that it wouldn't be very fun if all my titles were original as my story strongly integrates with the show.
okey than...I know...we are all inspired by the show
So...how many chapters will this FF have?
So...how many chapters will this FF have?
QUOTE (MrHalliwell @ Mar 31 2009, 02:15 AM)
okey than...I know...we are all inspired by the show
So...how many chapters will this FF have?
So...how many chapters will this FF have?
i'm planning to keep going until the show ends or NBC picks my character up. hopefully the latter will come first.
Hi, sorry I haven't posted the next part yet, I will within the next few days.
Thank you for your patience & support.
Thank you for your patience & support.
I decided to make this the final chapter of Volume One. Hope you enjoy it!
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I started cutting a side of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue...
We are all connected. Though some may choose to deny it, it is evident that our survival relies on the decisions of others. And we all will come to a crossroads, where we will have to choose to follow the path of good or evil.
DAMIEN BARCADIN AND BOB BISHOP- HARTSDALE, NY, COMPANY HQ
I started cutting the left of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue as a “hunger” brewed within me.
“Stop” he pleaded.
I produced an evil grin but lowered my hand and released him. But I realised that I wasn’t doing it, it was Sylar.
I was invisible to him and watched helplessly as he continued. “Right after I kill you” he said pausing, “I will go after Elle”.
“Nooooooooo!” I yelled jumping up from my bed.
LEVEL ONE, THE COMPANY
Waking up I saw all the paintings in the room. Hearing a knock, I turned to the cell window and saw Bob.
“How are you feeling?” he asked solemnly.
“What happened?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“You tried to kill me” he answered showing his small cut.
“I thought that was a dream” I said, looking to the paintings for reference. One was of Bob, with the top of his head severed off by Sylar.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, you managed to stay missing for quite some time” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Ever since I sent Elle and the Haitian after you” he recounted on my behalf “just so you know, you can’t erase the Haitian’s memory”.
“Kinda’ like how you can’t burn Flint” I said wrapping my head around the concept.
All I received was a nod. Bob was interrupted by a worker who whispered something in his ear. He nodded a couple of times then turned back to me. “I have a situation back at the office, nice to see you” he said, turning to leave.
I looked at the paintings again and turned back to where Bob was a second ago. Everything snapped in my head when I heard the siren. It was like what I saw, Sylar was in the building! Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of Bob, he was Elle’s father, contemplating this I phased through the safety glass and rushed passed the ongoing guards who were insistent on getting to Bob.
As I neared his office, I found several dead guards on the floor. I rushed into the office and found Sylar analysing Bob’s head. He looked at me and smiled. “You really shouldn’t be here” he said shutting the door with his telekinesis.
DAMIEN AND SYLAR- BOB’S OFFICE, THE COMPANY
“Who are you?” Sylar asked facing me with eyes that belonged to a crazed man.
“I remember you” I said, recalling our last encounter.
“Wow, a lot of that going around lately” he said grinning. He reached out with his telekinetic grip and threw me against the wall. “I really don’t want to kill you, but I need to know what you’re doing here?”
“I’m a friend of his daughter” I said as he tightened his ‘grip’ on my neck.
“Elle?” he asked menacingly.
“You know her?” I replied, stunned.
“Let’s just say we go back a while” he answered raising his finger “and a friend of Elle’s is an enemy of mine”. His finger moved across the air, using the telekinesis to cut my head. I cried out in pain as I wondered why my abilities weren’t working. I collapsed as he dropped me, my forehead bleeding excessively. The last thing I could remember was him stuffing me into the closet.
End of Volume One.
My eyes blinked repetitively as I reacted to the cold water on splashed on my face.
“We’re not done yet” the man with an English accent said pulling me up “you’ve jumped from the past to this present future. If you want to get your abilities back, you’re going to have to try harder Damien”.
“I’m doing my best” I said shaking my head watching him disappear in front of me again “how am I supposed to fight you when you’re invisible, Claude?”
“We’ll see” he said, striking me with a stick over the head.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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I started cutting a side of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“CONNECTIONS”
“CONNECTIONS”
We are all connected. Though some may choose to deny it, it is evident that our survival relies on the decisions of others. And we all will come to a crossroads, where we will have to choose to follow the path of good or evil.
DAMIEN BARCADIN AND BOB BISHOP- HARTSDALE, NY, COMPANY HQ
I started cutting the left of Bob’s head and I wanted to continue as a “hunger” brewed within me.
“Stop” he pleaded.
I produced an evil grin but lowered my hand and released him. But I realised that I wasn’t doing it, it was Sylar.
I was invisible to him and watched helplessly as he continued. “Right after I kill you” he said pausing, “I will go after Elle”.
“Nooooooooo!” I yelled jumping up from my bed.
LEVEL ONE, THE COMPANY
Waking up I saw all the paintings in the room. Hearing a knock, I turned to the cell window and saw Bob.
“How are you feeling?” he asked solemnly.
“What happened?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“You tried to kill me” he answered showing his small cut.
“I thought that was a dream” I said, looking to the paintings for reference. One was of Bob, with the top of his head severed off by Sylar.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, you managed to stay missing for quite some time” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Ever since I sent Elle and the Haitian after you” he recounted on my behalf “just so you know, you can’t erase the Haitian’s memory”.
“Kinda’ like how you can’t burn Flint” I said wrapping my head around the concept.
All I received was a nod. Bob was interrupted by a worker who whispered something in his ear. He nodded a couple of times then turned back to me. “I have a situation back at the office, nice to see you” he said, turning to leave.
I looked at the paintings again and turned back to where Bob was a second ago. Everything snapped in my head when I heard the siren. It was like what I saw, Sylar was in the building! Although I wasn’t the biggest fan of Bob, he was Elle’s father, contemplating this I phased through the safety glass and rushed passed the ongoing guards who were insistent on getting to Bob.
As I neared his office, I found several dead guards on the floor. I rushed into the office and found Sylar analysing Bob’s head. He looked at me and smiled. “You really shouldn’t be here” he said shutting the door with his telekinesis.
DAMIEN AND SYLAR- BOB’S OFFICE, THE COMPANY
“Who are you?” Sylar asked facing me with eyes that belonged to a crazed man.
“I remember you” I said, recalling our last encounter.
“Wow, a lot of that going around lately” he said grinning. He reached out with his telekinetic grip and threw me against the wall. “I really don’t want to kill you, but I need to know what you’re doing here?”
“I’m a friend of his daughter” I said as he tightened his ‘grip’ on my neck.
“Elle?” he asked menacingly.
“You know her?” I replied, stunned.
“Let’s just say we go back a while” he answered raising his finger “and a friend of Elle’s is an enemy of mine”. His finger moved across the air, using the telekinesis to cut my head. I cried out in pain as I wondered why my abilities weren’t working. I collapsed as he dropped me, my forehead bleeding excessively. The last thing I could remember was him stuffing me into the closet.
End of Volume One.
VOLUME TWO
“PAST AND PRESENT”
“PAST AND PRESENT”
My eyes blinked repetitively as I reacted to the cold water on splashed on my face.
“We’re not done yet” the man with an English accent said pulling me up “you’ve jumped from the past to this present future. If you want to get your abilities back, you’re going to have to try harder Damien”.
“I’m doing my best” I said shaking my head watching him disappear in front of me again “how am I supposed to fight you when you’re invisible, Claude?”
“We’ll see” he said, striking me with a stick over the head.
TO BE CONTINUED...
So what does everyone think? Should I continue?
Yes, it a really nice story. But you should make a list of Damien’s powers
QUOTE (speedwill @ Apr 10 2009, 09:28 AM)
Yes, it a really nice story. But you should make a list of Damien’s powers
Thanks, I will soon start posting chapters from Volume Two. And on Heroes Wiki it has a list of Damien's abilities although it may need to be updated a little.
VOLUME TWO
"PAST AND PRESENT"
CHAPTER ONE
"FLASHBACK"
"PAST AND PRESENT"
CHAPTER ONE
"FLASHBACK"
DAMIEN, THE COMPANY - TWO WEEKS EARLIER
I woke up, a bloody line a reminder of Sylar "killing" me. Or at least I thought I had. Getting to my feet I tried to use any ability, with no luck. I pushed on, trying to activate teleportation from Hiro Nakamura or rapid cell regeneration from Peter Petrelli. Nothing worked. my powers had failed me. I ran outside the closet, finding the dead body of Bob Bishop. I ignored his body and searched his computer, typing in Midas as his password (some people's passwords are so predictable). Searching through it I discovered files on evolved humans who went to a guy called Claude to help control their abilities. Maybe he knew what was wrong with me. The file said that they didn't know where he was. Just as I was about to give up I came across a familiar name, Molly Walker. Clicking into it, I discovered her ability to locate anyone. I copied my files and all the research I had done onto a USB. Then I managed to hack into phone, plane and CTV records discovering that she was on her way to England. I scrambled out the window and raced for a taxi.
DAMIEN, ENGLAND - A WEEK EARLIER
I had managed to get the information I needed from Molly to locate Claude, After finding his hideout I called out.
"Claude?" I called out scanning the area for an 'invisible man', pretty dumb, huh?
There was no response, but I didn't give up. "My name is Damien Barcardin. I can, or used to, be able to replicate abilities from anyone" I said, walking into the middle of the house.
"You've lost your ability?" he asked appearing right before my eyes.
"Yeah, I saw your file at Primatech, I need your help" I said.
"Really?" Claude said, pondering my plead "I'm reluctant to say yes. Last time I helped someone like you I nearly got captured by them".
"Are you talking about Peter?"
"Does it matter?" he said "anyway you need to find a place to stay?"
"Don't you have a place?"
"I don't trust you" he said plainly.
DAMIEN & CLAUDE, TRAINING WAREHOUSE - NOW
"How long will this have to go on?" I asked, frustrated about how my powers were still gone.
"It'll take time" he said "I don't know why your powers left you but, I think that if you had motivation, your powers will return".
"Motivation?!" I screamed "Like what? My powers are my motivation".
"Well, how 'bout this" he said opening the door. I saw a blue spark sneak through the half-open door.
"Elle?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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VOLUME TWO
"PAST AND PRESENT"
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"PAST AND PRESENT"
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"Motivation?!" I screamed "Like what? My powers are my motivation".
"Well, how 'bout this" he said opening the door. I saw a blue spark sneak through the half-open door.
"Elle?"
CHAPTER TWO
"THE BATTLE WITHIN"
"THE BATTLE WITHIN"
DAMIEN, ELLE & CLAUDE - WAREHOUSE, ENGLAND
"Elle?" I paused and stood, shocked with her presence.
"I'm sorry do I know you?"
I remember that I had erased every memory she had of me. "You did" I said "but you had to forget, to protect you from the future".
"The future?" she asked as she suddenly exerted a painful burst of electricity.
"Like you, Elle is having difficulty controlling her ability" Claude said moving towards the door but away from Elle.
"Controlling her abilities? I don't even have mine" I said as he walked out.
"You two need to help one another" he said locking the warehouse door.
"Great" I murmured as Elle descended down the steps towards me.
"So are you going to help me?"
"Of course" I said "when did you have trouble controlling your ability".
"After Sylar..." she paused and winced as if experiencing a bad memory.
"What did he do to you?" I asked stepping forward.
"Nothing, he didn't get to" she said turning to the wall as she spoke "I overloaded and took out the grid in Level 5. Everyone escaped and since it was my fault and my father..."
"I'm sorry" I said "I tried to stop Sylar. I tried to save your father, but I was too late."
"Why are you making it like you knew me?"
"Because you did, before I erased your memory" I answered.
"And why would you do that?" she asked again, this time trying to look for a false confession.
"It was the only way to protect you" I began "your father showed me a painting of you dying. You had a cut across your forehead. He said that the only people who could've done that were Sylar and... me. I had to keep you away from me in case I was the one who was responsible".
"What ability do you have?" she asked curiously, as she cried out in pain exerting another unwanted wave of electricity.
"Allow me" I said, walking towards her and placing my hand on her arm. I concentrated hard and remembered all the times conversations I had with her. I forgave myself. As I opened my eyes I watched her shaking me as I pulled myself up from the ground.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah" I replied, shaking out the cobwebs "what happened?"
"I couldn't control it, the electricity" she said slowly "but you... Damien you're alive!"
My heart leapt. "You remember me?"
"How could I forget?" she said as she smiled, but quickly cried out again, unable to control her electricity.
"How can I help?"
"I don't know..." she said "I think I'm going to head back to Claude". She rose up and started walking to the door. "You coming?"
I smiled in replied and walked over to the locked door. I pushed forward, thinking that my 'super-strength' I'd once inherited from Peter Petrelli would come back. It didn't. "Guess I have to start from square one" I said shooting a bolt of electricity to the lock, breaking it. "Let's go".
TO BE CONTINUED...
Damien has got his innate ability back? But what about his acquired powers? Will he get them back? What will happen to Elle?
FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF VOLUME TWO...
CHAPTER THREE: HEALING WOUNDS
hi guys, sorry I haven't been on lately, 'I've been kinda busy' <Heroes S03E14>.
I will try and post the next chapter as soon as possible. Also it is possible over the next couple of months if I manage to catch up to Heroes that I will have a special volume devoted to team ups of other fan fictions on this board. PM ahead if you're interested.
I will try and post the next chapter as soon as possible. Also it is possible over the next couple of months if I manage to catch up to Heroes that I will have a special volume devoted to team ups of other fan fictions on this board. PM ahead if you're interested.
Heroes
Volume Two
Chapter Three: "Healing Wounds"
Volume Two
Chapter Three: "Healing Wounds"
Somewhere in New York City...
It's been a while. Everything in the world has changed. Elle's dead, Claude's disappeared and I'm stuck delivering papers everyday. My life had taken a turn during the last couple of months when I was hunted by Petrelli's men. In the end I'd heard that Sylar was finally killed, now I can do nothing for revenge.
"Damien!"
I turned around, tensing my muscles and getting prepared.
"Hey, it's just me," Fred replied. He was a friend I was lucky to have. He'd been training with Claude and after he disappeared, I started training him.
"Gotta' be more careful" I replied, half annoyed. I swiveled back towards the computer screen.
"C'mon, it's been over a month bro," Fred said raising his voice to get my attention "how long is it going to be until you start teaching me again."
"I told you already, you don't need my help" I got up from my seat and grabbed a soda from my fridge. "My abilities are dormant, I can't use anything. Why would you want a teacher like me?"
"Because you gave me hope," he pleaded "before coming to you I couldn't control my abilities. People around me started getting hurt. But you took on my burden and taught me how to control it, you could relate."
"I'm sorry Fred," I replied setting myself back on the chair "my days living like that are over. I'm no longer needed helping Rebel or teaching others with abilities. I don't care if they're gone or not, I can't help you!"
He stepped backwards, shocked. Composing himself he walked to the door, "You're right, I don't need your help. What good are you anyway?" The door slammed hard as he exited. I went to my bed and sprawled across it, looking at the ceiling. My eyes closed slowly as I fought to keep them open...
The rooftops stood below me. The wind pushed past me. I was soaring like a bird, gliding like an eagle. There were no limits. I could do anything. There was no one that could stop me...
I awoke as I heard screaming coming from the hallway. I sprinted to the corridor outside my apartment and saw a figure with two curved knives on either hand. The next minute, he disappeared but laying on the floor covered in blood was Fred. I rushed over to him and tried to stop the bleeding.
"Damien?"
"Fred, just hang on!" I said as a couple of people looked on "somebody call an ambulance!" Something on Fred's arm caught my eye. I saw a tattoo of a compass, then it slowly dissipated.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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