Blood is life. Every religion has its ties to blood. The Aztecs performed human sacrifices as a tribute to the sun god Huitzilopochtli. Germanic pagan tribes performed Blóts, sacrifices of blood. It is expressly forbidden to be consumed in Jewish and Islamic law. Christians believe that wine becomes the blood of Christ. The vampire myths all speak of the drinking of blood to attain immortality. Is it any surprise that we call the act of murder “shedding blood”? Or that we call our family “our blood”?
Claire Bennet
Pinehearst Medical Facility
2011
Claire tapped her foot impatiently. She did not like leaving her father alone in a room with a terrorist.
“Something’s going on in there. Break down the door,” Claire ordered.
One of Nathan’s burly Secret Service agents approached the metal door. He tapped it three times, listening carefully, and slammed his fist into the door, sending it flying clear across the morgue.
Claire ran in and saw her father, the President of the
Claire replied coolly, “No, it was Peter. He went after Sylar’s ability and he seems to have gotten it.” She pressed her finger on Nathan’s neck. “He’s not gone yet.” She briskly stripped off her leather jacket, leaving her only in her tight leather vest. She held out her arm palm up, made a fist, and began searching for a vein.
She turned her head and scowled, “Can you meatheads stop ogling me and get me a syringe? And will someone escort the Haitian out before he kills the President?” The dark-skinned man bowed his head and stepped out of the room.
She had the needle in her hand within moments. She muttered to herself, “Idiot thinks he can kill the President with his regenerating daughter just outside the door in a hospital of all places.” She withdrew some blood without wincing and carefully injected it into her father’s jugular vein.
She’d already lost one father to this godforsaken war and she didn’t intend to lose the other.
He sat up abruptly, sucking in breath. Claire stared down at him unaffected. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Dad.”
Nathan gasped, “Peter from the past has Gabriel’s power. He…”
“We know. C’mon, we’ve got a war to fight.”
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Angela, Kaito, and Victoria
Primatech Biological Research Division
Hartsdale, New York
2001
Kaito Nakamura stared down at the stack of papers before him. “Could you not have boiled it down a little more?” he asked.
Victoria Pratt rolled her eyes. “You said you needed all the details of phenotypic inheritance in abbreviated form. Could you boil down the corpus of investment banking into a ten-page report?”
“Point is taken,” muttered Kaito. “Alright, Angela, what is it that you are wanting from us?”
Angela put an 11-by-17 color sketch in front of him. “Who are this child’s parents?”
“Kaito’s here for the variables.”
The man shook his head. “
“I’ll make it easier then.” She dropped several folders on the desk before him. “I saw that child in a vision. One of my sons is the father. Can you tell me who the mother is? I know this child will have an ability. A very powerful ability. Powers beyond death. There are my son’s medical files and I want to know which one is the father.”
Kaito scanned the documents, “The child is… will be, I suppose, 95 centimeters at age 3.”
“That’s the median,”
Kaito scribble on the paper. “If the father is Nathan, this is what I can guess about the mother. She will have 160 to 163 centimeters height. She will most certainly be blond. And she will almost certainly have powers, especially if the child is as powerful as you suggest.” He paused.
“Go on. It’s not Heidi’s. I understand. What about Peter?”
“Again,” he stated, “she’ll be blond. A child that age with that kind of coloring would not have a brunette mother unless she had several close blond relatives. This mother will have 163 to 168 centimeters in height. Probably powered, but not necessarily. If you suspect Peter takes after Arthur…”
Angela seemed perplexed.
“Angela, if I might say so…” he paused to allow Angela to nod, “I think it’s quite clear that this child is Nathan’s illegitimate daughter by the fire-maker… who is definitely within these parameters…”
Angela just shook her head.
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Meredith and Vic
Costa Verde, California
2011
The area that was once a beautiful suburb was now miles of steaming rock. Meredith drove the large Ford Explorer while Vic sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with a GPS unit.
“Why don’t you ever let me drive?” Vic inquired.
Meredith quickly responded, “Because apparently have no comprehension of what you’re supposed to do at yellow lights. Also, you love to play with the gadgets. I on the other hand, get frustrated with them, and tend to experience fire damage as a result. It’s a mutual beneficial arrangement. So, are we close?”
“Another eighth of a mile ahead is where the attack occurred. We’re driving on what used to be a road. Or twenty feet below should I say.”
Meredith looked over at the device. The coordinates seemed familiar. “That thing have employee residences in it?”
Abano played with the display, “I don’t believe it. Well, if you were going to have a strange attack by a special, it would be at ground zero.”
“Abano, you better check this out.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Sometimes this job is so weird.”
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Angela, Kaito, and Victoria
Primatech Biological Research Division
Hartsdale, New York
2001
“Nathan had a daughter with the Gordon girl. This is a boy,” she commented, pointing at the canvas.
Kaito responded, “Angela, you know that by even having visions of the future allows them to be changed. There’s a 50% chance the child could have changed genders by random coincidence. Didn’t the girl survive a house fire?”
Ignoring the question, Angela pulled another file out of the bag. “What about this?”
Kaito opened the file and he head jerked toward Angela, “You must be joking.” Angela just gave him a stern look. “He’s… 188 centimeters, so the mother would have to be… maybe one-fifty-seven. I’d bet less. He has dark hair; she’d have to be blond…”
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Meredith and Vic
Costa Verde, California
2011
“What is he? A midget?” Abano held out his weapon as he approached the figure. The area was blanketed with a hazy fog as steam filtered out from the ground. Both Abano and his partner wore gas masks.
“That, or a child. Regardless, assume he’s dangerous.” Flames crackled around her hands.
Stating the obvious, Abano noted that the special was screaming. He added, “No indicating of outward-manifesting ability. Fire, radiation, lightning. They say he nearly broke a couple of men in half. We might be looking at a strongman. Suppose it’s Knox, mutated?”
Meredith had to laugh at that. “Doubtful.”
Abano froze. He caught the eye of his target and suddenly found himself without cover.
Suddenly, the target, a human, three feet tall, with dirty skin and hair, looked up at them and screamed. He raced towards them, thrashing.
Abano took careful aim and shot at the leg. The bullet exploded into fragments on contact. Meredith sent a large stream of fire at the figure, which did not as much as slow down. The two dove in opposite directions and the child-like figure stopped between them. He looked between them, shaking like a leaf.
Meredith picked up her gas mask and held it to her face. She alit her hand and stared at the target, who she recognized.
“Miss Meredith?” he asked.
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Angela, Kaito, and
Primatech Biological Research Division
Hartsdale,
2001
Kaito hurriedly moved to the computer and started typing. “I am querying our database of evolved humans.” The computer returned two lines. He cross-referenced the ID numbers and brought up two windows.
“One of these women could be the mother. They fit inside the parameters. Our database is by no means comprehensive but…”
Angela pointed at the screen. “It’s not her. I’ve dreamt her destiny and it’s not with my son. But her…?”
Kaito grinned. “It’s possible, I guess. Don’t let Bob know. He’s pretty possessive, besides…” His face dropped as he began to scribble on a sheet of paper. “Shinjirarenai, you’re right; if these two were to mate, their child… he would be a resurrector.”
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Meredith Gordon
Costa Verde, California
2011
Chapter 4
Director's Commentary: So, it's a go for the next two episodes.
Written and Directed by Christopher VanDrey
Hayden Panettiere ... Claire Bennet
Adrian Pasdar ... Nathan Petrelli
Christine Rose ... Angela Petrelli
Jessalyn Gilsig ... Meredith Gordon
Rick Acevedo ... Vic Abano
Jimmy Jean-Louis ... The Haitian
Thomas Robinson ... Noah Gray
George Takei ... Kaito Nakamura
Joanna Cassiday ... Victoria Pratt
Bailey Chase ... Agent Pounder
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