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Thirty Pieces of Silver By Vixen "Nathan," Peter slammed at the bars that formed his new prison, while his brother looked in on him. Having woken up moments ago to find himself trapped in this underground jail, he was still disoriented. His foggy mind remembered the drugs they had pumped into his arm. Rubbing the spot where the needle had slid into his skin, Peter angrily asked, "What is this? What's going on?" "I gave you ample opportunities to stop messing around with my campaign," Nathan explained. The expression Nathan wore was colder than Peter would have imagined possible, mixed with the lofty air of the calm and collected politician

“I don’t know when we’ll be back, but I’m sure you boys can take care of yourselves.” Simone put on her jacket and kissed her oldest son on the cheek. Tom immediately wiped it off, causing his mom to laugh. “Now, where is your brother?” “He’s up in his room. I’ll tell him you’re gone, but I’m not giving him a kiss.” Simone giggled again. “That’s okay, honey. You two behave. There’s money on the table so you can order a pizza when you get hungry.” “Are you coming?” “I’ll be right there, Gordon.” She turned back to Tom, “and

Name: Seth Nathaniel Gray Age: 30 Affiliation: Neutral, formerly with the Company. Currently attempting to gain alliance with the Box. Ability: None. Family: Rainey Sullivan, half-brother, 27; Sylar, cousin, 51; Joshua Gray, cousin, 21; Maddie Gray, cousin, 21; Elora Sullivan, 'stepmother', 51. Physical Appearance Eyes: blue-grey. He wears glasses about half the time, but it's not to correct his vision. On the contrary, his vision is nearly perfect; the glasses are partially a disguise and partially to keep his eyes protected when he's not working with his rifles. Hair: Somewhere between light brown and dark blonde. Seth keeps it fairl

2. Crawl Around The World -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edgar waited for the show to start. Sitting in his chair beside the brightly painted target-boards he turned one leaf-shaped kukri knife over and over. He thought sometimes that he awaited the knife-throwing displays with as much anticipation as the people who came to watch did. Each flick of movement needed to be perfectly balanced, perfectly timed-and these were the currencies in which he traded. He thought that he wouldn't rather be anywhere but in the show world, not even if he didn't have his supernatural ability to aid him. Why l

III. Where You're From The next evening, Claude explored. He tugged his collar closed against the cold and the crisp smell of potential snow that never seemed to come in these autumn evenings. He wondered at how settled the carnival looked for a place that would need to move to a new town each week to make its money. The paths around the tents and trailers were worn to dirt. And this well here, with its clean, leaf-strewn waters… He heard someone approaching and turned to see Samuel standing a meter away with a thoughtful expression on his face and one black-nailed hand rubbing at his chin. "Good evening," said Claude. It shamed him t

H  E  R  •  E  S     Peter Petrelli fell to his knees, clutching his brother’s limp body. Blood flowed from his wounds faster than Peter could staunch it. “Nathan!” he screamed, “Nathan! Nathan, come back! Don’t leave me here alone, Nate, I can’t do this alone!” In desperation, Peter pressed his shaking hands over Nathan’s wounds. He pressed harder, and soon, two small pieces of led hit his hands. He tossed them aside and again placed his hands on his brother, this time directing all of his focus on mending the torn flesh. If he could heal himself, he could heal his brother. He paused, br

HEROES: PETS' STORIES Chapter I Mohinder's revelation      Mohinder was sitting at his desk thinking about all the interesting people he had met in the past year. When he got to thinking if humans could develop; these mutations why couldn't other animals? looking out the window towards the great New York City. When a cat appears out of no where on his windowsill. It was a black and orange calico; with a name tag which had no return address. It just said Emerald. "Hiro is that you?" Asks Mohinder.      "No just me," says a voice.      "Hiro this isn't funny," says

“Current research has established that humans are genetically highly homogenous, meaning that the DNA of individuals is more alike than usual for most species. This may be a result of our relatively recent evolution or the Toba catastrophe. Now for those of you that aren’t familiar with this, the Toba catastrophe is a theory. It states that 70,000 to 75,000 years ago a supervolcanic event at Lake Toba, on Sumatra, reduced the human population to 10,000 or even a mere 1,000 breeding pairs. This created a sort of bottleneck in human evolution. Distinctive genetic characteristics have arisen, however, mostly as the result of groups of