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"There is good and there is evil. Right and wrong. Heroes and villains. And if we're blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself. And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there, staring back at us, is our own reflection, bearing witness to the duality of life. And each one of us is capable of both the dark and the light, of good and evil, of either, of all. And destiny, while marching ever in our direction, can be rerouted by the choices we make. By the love we hold onto, and the promises we keep." -Mohinder Suresh It began with a solar eclipse. The moon passed between the Earth and the Sun, blocking the light temporarily from the planet below. Solar eclipses signify big changes, destined to bring new opportunities and beginnings. For some people, the solar eclipse triggered something within them. Something big. Nineteen year old college student Freddie Gilmore new it all too well. She watched the total solar eclipse with her friends and younger brother, as a way to pass time. Just a few short weeks after the eclipse, Freddie began to notice odd things happening. Technopathy. The ability to control any technology she wanted. Her phone battery died? Charged. Need to find a police reports? A simple touch of a laptop would pull them up. The world was at her fingertips. And she loved it. College was a time for self-discovery, so it seemed only fitting that she discovered a new power. But every coin has an opposite side. In the same city she lived in, New York City, a watchmaker from Queens had realized he had an ability. Intuitive Aptitude. A scientist by the name of Chandra Suresh had approached him, wanting to study his ability. He happily accepted, but through a series of unfortunate events, the watchmaker had unlocked a hunger associated with his ability. He learned that through less than gory ways, he was able to learn the abilities of others. By accessing their brain where the wiring for the ability sat, he was able to rewrite his own brain to gain whatever ability he wanted. Flight. Telekinesis. Telepathy. Anything he wanted, as long as someone else had that ability. Gabriel Sylar, more commonly known as Sylar, had started on the path of killing. It was his goal to gain as many abilities as possible, his hunger never being sated. With the recent spike in new people with abilities, a company known as nothing more than Primatech Paper had made it their goal to catalog the new powers. A strong company, going on for 50 years now, using a the guise of being a paper company as a cover. Not only do they catalog people with powers, but also lock up those they deem too dangerous for the general population. No matter who, whether powered or not, anyone with the knowledge of these abilities tried to keep it to themselves. But when they came across others with abilities, it always came to light. Friendships made, relationships growing, life, and death.

Freddie had found herself alone in her dorm. Four months have passed since the eclipse that triggered her ability, and she was learning more and more on how to use it. It was a fun learning experience for her. She could bend the will of technology to do whatever she wanted. It helped with studying, just touching her laptop while she thought about what she needed to research would bring up the results she needed, leaving out the useless sponsored websites and websites that didn’t yield the results she needed. Her grades improved slightly as a result, which she was always thankful for. Alone in her room, with her roommate gone on a lunch date with her boyfriend, Freddie sat at her desk and looked out the window. She’d been wondering if there were others like her. Others who had also developed powers. Were there mind readers out there? Those who could fly? Move things with their mind? “Freddie! There’s a party this evening, you should join us!” Freddie turned to her bedroom door, jumping slightly as she was ripped from her train of thought. “Hm? What? Oh, no thank you.” She shook her head. “I should actually be getting ready to leave. I’m spending the week long break at my moms house in Queens.” Freddie smiled politely. Her roommate shrugged her shoulders and left, closing the door behind her and leaving Freddie to be alone with her thoughts once again. “Well, I guess I should get ready.”

“God, what a mess.” The soft squish of blood beneath his boots was the only sound to be heard in the small apartment. Sylar stepped over the dead body, grabbing a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the small amount of blood off his face. “Thank you, mister…” Sylars voice trailed off as he glanced at an unopened piece of mail. “Williams. Mr. Williams.” He smiled at the body, the eyes glazed over and a look of pure terror frozen on his face. “Flight, huh? That makes travelling a bit easier for me then.” He smirked as he adjusted the collar of his black button up shirt. “Anyways, Mr. Williams, I have to go. My mother invited me for supper this evening, the neighbours are throwing some dinner party or something stupid.” Sylar continued to speak. While his words were aimed at the obviously very dead middle aged man laying in a pool of his own blood, Sylar was mostly speaking to himself. He wanted to fill the deafening silence. “Thank you, and enjoy your… well… brain, I suppose.” After a short flight to stop at his apartment and dress in his normal attire, which was a sweater vest and a pair of glasses, Sylar had made his way to Queens. “Hi mom.” He greeted the maternal woman with a grateful and genuine smile. “You said the neighbours are throwing some sort of… shindig next door?” He asked. “Gabriel, it’s so nice to see you, sweetheart. Yes, they invited us over. Their daughter Freddie is returning from college for a week, and the Gilmores wanted us to meet her.” She said softly. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat bun, the flyaway strands held down with a short spritz of hairspray. "We don't want to be late, can you grab the pie on the counter?" She asked, pointing to the freshly baked pie she had made. "Of course, mom." Sylar said with a smile. He pressed a soft kiss to his mother's cheek, having to lean down as he towered over her in height. He walked over and picked up the pie, quickly following his mother over to the neighbours. The d

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oor opened quickly, and Sylar and his mother were greeted by a polite-looking middle aged couple. "Ah! The Greys! I'm so glad you two could make it!" The woman said, grabbing the pie from Sylar. "Come in, come in. I want you to meet my daughter, Freddie." She said, gesturing to the ginger haired girl who sat at the table with a cell phone in her hands.

Last night was a quite wild party for the young Russian man. He woke up in a house that he didn't belong to and currently saw a dead body right besides of him. The girl looks about twenty years old. Brunette, her eyes are open and stuck that way. Her pupils are large, but still it seems that the eyes are of green colour. When you look down, you can see huge marks of hands placed right there, it seems as if someone had strangled her to death. There's also a marking, a ring of some sorts. The ring has sharp corners, which points to a hexagon shaped ring. When you move down, you can see that she has her jacket taken off but nothing else is touched. Something you would do when you just enter the room and as you would step in with someone in sexual interaction. Moving down, her dress is rather high up, looks like she was going to lay in bed and have it done on the spot. Let's move further down. Heels, they are still on. She hasn't taken them off, which is rather not quite right. And from the look of it, her body is semi stiff, meaning she was brought here and placed in bed. The nails. Look at those nails, it looks like they have dug into something and has some blood on them. meaning the scar must be still fresh, from the look of it. Michael stood up and looked at what he was wearing. He gazed over the mirror and noticed a few details. On his left pocket, there's a bra hanging out, a bra. Right a lady must have placed it right in there, while he was walking by. But not the dead lady, she still has her bra on, by the looks of it. Michael looked at the size of the Bra, it's about D to E cup. Rather large size, yet the girl laying on bed has about B-C cup. Clearly showing that it was not her doing. Looking at the pocket, he noticed a few poker coins, something he had won over the night while playing the game.

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Michael took a few more steps on the room, and noticed a few items, like his tie laying on the ground, it's ripped off almost by force, so someone must have had come in and pulled it off. Up further there was a small desk with a champagne bottle, on the desk only one glass was staying, the other one was gone. Something was a miss, normally there's two of them, if a lady is guided to the room. So what should be the scene here. What was more surprising was the wet floor right next to the table, as if the champagne was spilled there. But the amount in perfectly enough to fill an entire glass. Michel thought to himself and assembled the scene. A lady, with rather large breasts came in the room, had a drink with Michael and had a drink together... The lady pours the champagne and two of them are having a drink. The lady spills the drink, not having any for herself. He drinks the glass empty and places it on the table. The lady makes advances and takes off his tie, pushing him to the bed. Michael then falls asleep at this exact moment. Up next The lady leaves and this woman, who either came in alive, or already dead, and was strangled somewhere else, but on the look of it, from the scenery, strangled right here, as shown by the few drops of blood by the main entrance door, dies. Then the body is placed right next to him, and the woman and the person who strangled the girl, leave together. The leads are really fresh, meaning whoever are behind this, should be right now still in the hotel. Michael walks outside and notices that the corridor is still empty, he takes this moment and thinks where people are this early in the morning.... The Cafe. He decides to go there and sure enough, a large muscular man is together with a woman with large sized breasts. It's quite noticable that she is not wearing any bra, as her nipples are piercing through the dress and are rather arroused. Michael approaches the couple and greets them.

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"Good morning! Are you two going to get a cup of coffee as well? Or dear mister, could you show me your neck, it seems like you had an injury right there." Michael points out the scar, which the muscular man got at his neck, still fresh, just barely stopped bleeding. The couple eye each other and then ask him if Michael had a great nights rest. To which he replies. "I didn't sleep at all, just calling my friends from the Police to come and help me do some business. It's strange what happened this night while I was seemingly resting my eyes." Those words freak out the couple and they decide to run away. But the police was indeed called and at the doorstep. Michael had no affiliation with the Police, but he didn't want to go to the Jail, so he decided that it's best to call them first. After the incident, he gave in the report and went on his way. He was free, yet he also thought to himself, how the hell he could do that, he recreated a scene, that he had forgotten in his hangover. Any other person would have been framed at this point. Interesting....

Lysander had finally killed the last person after his head for now. “Great job. Now get out of there,” his contact thought to him. Lysander was ready to get out of there. He traced his steps back to where he came. Then he got ambushed. He could see them coming with his blind sense, which he developed during his training from his family. Becoming a target, he was forced to become a rouge and has spent 7 years training and perfecting his skills. 5 minutes. They were fast, but Lysander was faster. He pulled his psionic blades out and passed them through 2 of his attackers foreheads. They collapsed, stunned. “Two down. 5 to go,” he thought. One hit him in the face (or at least tried to). He stabbed them with the blade. They fell back. Three down. 4 minutes. Instead of trying to fight the rest of them, he threw his pulse blade. Before it landed, he put a sticky grenade on the back of one of his attackers. The blade landed, and then, in its place, was Lysander. He got to the drop ship just in time. Back at his hotel, there was a bit of a ruckus, but he didn’t care. He decided to go to sleep. He would need the rest if he was ever going to kill the man after his head, the man who took his friends and family away. He began to meditate, being trained by his family to do so instead of resting, while still reaping the benefits of resting. (edited)

The next day was chaos. Police reports all over the place about a woman found dead, probably because of being strangled, reports say. Lysander decided it was time to go see his contact. He weaved a layer of invisibility around him with his abilities, and went to meet his contact to see if they knew anything on the matter. His contact was a female, around 16 years old, blonde hair and fair skinned. She was beautiful to a lot of people, and she had abilities of her own. She had wild magic. Her skin was blue, probably from a magic surge. He knew of course, it was his dead friend’s daughter that he vowed to take care of when they died. She got her powers from a mysterious entity, and they only activated after the solar eclipse. He, however, got his powers a little over 100 years ago, sent to the future by one of his friends who sacrificed themselves to save him. Lysander uncloaked, and walked up to her. “Been using your powers again?” Lysander asked. His contact smiled at him. “Why, yes, yes I have,” she replied. She knew he was an elf, it was more of an unspoken fact between them. “Did you know about the death last night?” Lysander asked, more serious now. “No. The first time I heard was today,” she replied. Lysander asked, “Do you know anyone who I can talk to about it?” “Yes, although I must warn you. The man who killed both my parents and yours is after him, too. Be careful. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve been like a father to me,” she replied. “I will,” Lysander replied. He gave her a hug, and then established a telepathic connection to her. He weaved another invisibility cloak, and went on his way. Lysander was lead to a man named Michael. He was a Russian man, about 24, and Lysander decided to speak to him. At first Michael was startled, but Lysander reassured him that he wasn’t there to kill him. “I just need answers,” Lysander said. (edited)