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| Thursday, May 12th, 2011
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11:27 pm
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| Thursday, February 11th, 2010
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12:24 pm - As Samuel Sullivan
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It had all been for nothing. All his planning, everything he’d done, everyone he’d found… none of it mattered anymore. How could his family do this to him? How could they just turn their backs on him? Everything he’d done… it had all been for them. Other than Joseph they were the only family he had ever known and they deserved to be free. Sure, he may have gone a little mad and he might’ve let his anger get the better of him but he hadn’t meant to. He hadn’t wanted to kill Joseph it had just sort of happened. He hadn’t wanted to kill Arnold either. He loved Arnold! The time traveler had always been like a father to him but, once again, his anger had just gotten out of control. The only person he’d meant to kill was Lydia. Her death was necessary. Every cause needed a martyr and who could be better than dear, sweet, conniving Lydia? They were wrong to shun him, to cast him out, to listen to that….that… outsider and, in time, they’d see their mistakes. The family was nothing without him. They could never have the life they wanted. It wasn’t meant to be. The rest of the world wouldn’t allow it.
Turning just a little as the car moved to pull out of the parking lot he caught a glimpse of Claire Bennet climbing the Farris Wheel. He saw her jump and heard the cries of the crowd gathered around her, after a moment there was an even louder buzz of excitement and his captors let out a hissed stream of profanity. It didn’t have quite the same effect he’d been hoping for, all of New York was still standing, but Claire Bennet had just changed everything. Turning back around in his seat Samuel Sullivan let out a soft laugh. “I told her she was important.” The men simply glared at him before speeding away from what was left of the carnival. His situation wasn’t ideal, not by a long shot, but he’d still won. After all of her fighting and Peter’s valiant effort to ‘save the day’ Claire had played right into his hands. There was curiosity now, the excitement of new discovery, but one day soon enough the curiosity and excitement would fade. One day it would turn to fear and resentment. One day those meaningless, worthless, powerless people would gather together and start a war. When that day came they’d need a leader and they would find him. All they had to do was follow the compass.
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| Saturday, May 16th, 2009
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9:40 am - As Nathan Petrelli
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Nathan sighed as he hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt the formings of a migraine. Things weren't going too well for him. Claire hated him, his mother seemed to be growing colder towards him, and Peter wanted nothing to do with him. They were all going to cause trouble in the near future, he could feel it. What they didn't understand was that this truly was for the best. If they'd only let him he could make arrangements for them. He could pull a few strings and have them hidden away safely off the radar so Danko and his men could never find them, could never touch them. They were his family, he loved them and there was no way he could make himself callous enough to stop loving them. The things they said about him hurt no matter how much he laughed it off or turned back around with a snide remark to make them think they hadn't gotten under his skin just a little. So what was he going to do?
Arrangements had been made with Bennet for Claire. The older man would work for him, using the skills he'd acquired during his time with The Company to help Nathan capture these special people and, in return, Claire and his family were free and safe. Claire could go to any school she wanted and live the normal life she wanted without fear of Danko and his men tracking her down and making her disappear into the night. Dealing with Bennet, however, wasn't without its risks. While the older man was a great ally to have during all of this he could also prove to be a formidable opponent. Bennet's loyalties were to no one but Claire and Nathan knew that. If he so much as thought that Claire was in any danger he wouldn't hesitate to turn Danko on Nathan. Danko, after all, didn't know that Nathan was one of the men he was hunting. Nathan was special too. Synthetically special, sure, but still special and, with the exception of Claire, all these special people were to be rounded up and taken away. Danko would probably shoot Nathan in the back before taking him in.
Finally standing up, Nathan adjusted his tie before carefully fixing his hair. The migraine pain was still there, pulsing just beneath his left eye. For a moment, Nathan simply stared at himself in the mirror and the face staring back at him was almost unrecognizable. He was lost and, for that briefest of moments, it showed upon his face. Shaking it off he put his practiced, polished, courtroom face back on and confidently made his way out of his office. Turning to his secretary he gave the woman a small fake smile. "Call up Bennet, have him put a team together. We're heading to New York tonight." Tomorrow he'd see his mother and brother, if either of them would see him. Tomorrow he'd try, once again, to have them see it his way. If he were lucky Peter would finally side with him or, at least, act as his moral compass once more. If he were lucky Peter would share his feelings and input on all of this and maybe, just maybe, Nathan would find a way to make it right. If not... then Bennet had one more target to tase and get on that plane.
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9:39 am - As Harvey Two-Face Dent
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It had been two days since his escape from the hospital. While he'd been sure where he was going and why right from the start time had been running out and he just felt like it'd be best to lay low for awhile. There was just something about the one day in between that felt off to him. After hiding himself away in the one and only place he could easily get to within the Narrows he'd flipped the coin and decided to just stay in. Today was different though. When he woke up he could just... feel it. Something about an even numbered day just seemed to register in his veins and made everything feel so... alive. There were days that just felt better than all the others too. The second of every month had always been a favorite, so was the 12th, and the 22nd. Those days just seemed to spark so much more in him. Harvey had always been at his best in a courtroom if the trial had landed on those days. Neither of them could even really begin to explain it. Those days just felt so much better than any of the others.
Today was neither the 12th or the 22nd but he still felt amazing. On the 2nd he'd managed to talk Harvey into giving up... into allowing himself to just die and release his control over their body. On the 2nd he escaped from the hospital and came up with this brilliant idea for his revenge. He'd gone back home. It was only temporary, he just needed a place to lay low while Gordon looked for him. He needed a place most people wouldn't think to look. Sure, both Vernon and Bruce knew about his family's apartment in the Narrows but neither of them had thought about it enough to show up. Well, if the thought ever crossed their minds after tonight it would be too late. Two Face had taken all he needed from their past and was ready to light a match and watch it all burn. Unfortunately, Harvey was sentimental and he'd won the coin toss. While neither of them planned to ever see this place again Two Face wouldn't be burning it. Harvey was no longer speaking to him but the other man still had an influence on his actions.
Slipping on his tie, Two Face stopped in the nearby mirror and tied it before slipping his suit jacket on. He was still wearing the clothing he'd been burned in. The charred half of it felt rough and thin against his skin but he didn't care. He wanted them to see. He wanted Gordon and Martin and Maroni and every single memeber of the GPD and the corrupt judicial system to see him like this. He wanted them to see just what they'd done, what they were responsible for. They never gave him a chance, never gave him a choice. They decided his fate when they conspired against him. It was by his own luck that he didn't die strapped to that chair. He was simply reborn as an embodiment of vengeance. Unlike his conspirators Two Face was kind. He'd give them a chance. He'd give them a fair trial and let luck decide their fate. With his lucky coin he'd bring Gotham to its knees.
Navigating through the darkened streets of the Narrows was a little harder with only one good eye. Though he really didn't want to admit to it Two Face found himself walking into walls or tripping over things a lot more than he normally would've. The problem with his vision would take a little getting used to but it was a minor setback. Nothing that would actually interfere with his plans just something that meant he'd eventually need a little help. He'd have to look into hiring the twins again, maybe employ a chauffer to drive them around. Just until he was able to get used to the way things were now.
Finally making it to Officer Martin's house, Two Face slipped in though the unlocked back door and silently crept through the house. He really wasn't sure how he was going to go about doing this. He didn't have a weapon of his own but he was trusting in chance to see him through. If worst came to worst he could always strangle the man with his bare hands... if that was the way the coin toss went. Lost in his own thoughts Two Face nearly walked past the small gun case Martin had in his small dining room. As a cop he needed a place to store his service revolver and whatever else he needed to take care of. With a child at home it was probably best to keep it out of reach in a locked cabinet. Moving towards it Two Face reached out and gave the handle an experimental tug. He was surprised when it opened easily. A quick scan of the contents showed everything in it's place. Martin's service revolver was gone but that was no big deal.
Raising an eyebrow Two Face leaned in a little to inspect a gun that had caught his attention as it seemed to shine even in the darkness. Lifting up he smiled at the comfortable weight and the way it seemed to just fit in his hand. The .22 magnum revolver wasn't a powerful gun but it was an effective one. He didn't know much about the gun but he was sure there'd be time to learn through the years. Smiling, almost warmly at the gun in his hands he flipped open the chamber and loaded it with the few .22 bullets he found in an ammo case next to it before creeping through the house in search of Martin.
His family was home. He could hear Martin's wife and daughter in the little girl's room talking about whatever it was children talked about to a normal mother. If he weren't on a mission the little twinge of jealousy he felt in his chest would be enough to cause Two Face to want to judge the mother and child as well. He and Harvey had been denied a normal childhood. Why should the daughter of a corrupt cop like Martin have it any better? Shaking his head Two Face slipped past the room and into the happy couple's bedroom. Martin was in bed, passed out with an empty beer bottle on the floor. The cop deserved this so much more than either Two Face or Harvey had initially thought. Closing the door behind him Two Face crossed the carpet and walked right up to Martin, tapping his temple with the cold barrel of the magnum revolver. "Hey... Hey, Martin... it's time to wake up. Wakey wakey, sleepy head." He cooed, watching as the cop began to stir.
"Martha... m'sorry jus this whole Dent thi- Wholy Shit!" Martin gasped as he sat up straight in bed and tried to scoot away from Two Face as best he could. Two Face simply laughed as he watched the man. "I-I thought you were dead!" He said, wide eyes scanning the room to make sure no one else was around. "Half..." Two Face chuckled, unable to actually keep himself from making the pun. Martin had set it all up for him. "Harvey... please. You gotta believe me. I didn't know what was going to happen to you. Please... I have a wife and child!" He was pleading now. It really was pathetic. Two Face was almost proud of Harvey. The man may have been a snivelling little whimp but he had enough self respect not to plead like this. "We know you do, Martin, but you didn't stop to think about our family when you handed us over did you? You didn't stop to think that maybe Harvey had someone at home waiting for him? Maybe there was some bastard child out there who'd never know his daddy? You knew enough of what would happen though. You handed us over to the Joker. THE JOKER! What did you think he was going to do?!" He was being a little louder than he meant to be but Two Face had always had such a short temper and the man had just set him off. "As for your wife and daughter..." He paused and grinned. "Keep squirming... keep trying to run off... keep pleading... keep screaming and maybe I'll bring them in here and we'll have a little... family fun."
The threat seemed to shut Martin up and the officer simply sat still and watched as Two Face paced back and forth in front of him, flipping the coin and catching it as he walked. After a long moment Martin decided to be brave and spoke. "W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked, eyes still upon Two Face as he paced. "That's just the thing... I don't know. But this..." Two face grinned and held his coin out to Martin, turning it back and forth so the man could see both side. "This is going to tell me. Heads... you get to keep you head. Tails... not so lucky." He watched as realization of what he'd just said sunk in and then he flipped the coin. Martin watched with wide eyes as Two Face caught it and set it upon his hands, letting out a soft tsking sound as he looked up at Martin. For a moment the handsome half of his face looked apologetic as he shook his head. "Sorry, Martin... looks like your luck has run out." Lifting the hand holding the gun he stepped towards Martin and pulled back the hammer. "No! No please! I swear I didn't know what was going to happen to you! Please I never meant for any of this... Please Harvey!" For a moment Two Face pulled the gun back as he tilted his head curious at Officer Martin. "Oh... Officer Martin, I'm sorry. Haven't you heard? Harvey's dead. You killed him." And with that he pulled the trigger and shot Officer Martin twice in the head.
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
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9:59 am - As Johnny Storm
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The morning had started out like any other. Johnny rolled out of bed with the assistance of an overly zealous alarm clock and a shove from Ben Grimm. He was rushed to the breakfast table where Sue had prepared pancakes. Her fiancee was, of course, nowhere to be found. Reed spent so much time in his labs these days that Johnny was forgetting what he looked like. The only indication that there was even a fourth member of their group was the elongated arm which stretched from one end of the building to the kitchen. It was a little creepy at first, but the more Johnny saw of it the more it just seemed like anything else. Vaguely he wondered if he should be worried. He liked his powers, sure, but he was kind of worried about what living in a world where elongated body parts were normal would be like. Sitting at the table, still half-asleep, Johnny reached out and snatched up the morning paper before Reed's searching hand could get to it. The news was boring, but Johnny figured he could still read the comics. Those might make his upcoming school day a little more bearable.
Looking down at the paper, while trying to make his eyes focus on the words, he noticed the large picture on the front page. "Spider-Man..." he murmured to himself, flipping through the article with a sort of thinly veiled glee. Yes, Johnny Storm was somewhat of a Spider-Man fan. He had been ever since the hero first appeared about a year or so ago when Johnny was still living with his aunt Marygay and hadn't actually had any powers. It was funny just how much things changed in a year. How he, himself, had gone from nameless fifteen year old Johnny Storm to the sixteen year old Human Torch, youngest member of the Fantastic Four. The team had a certain level of fame that Johnny couldn't help but love. People knew who he was now, they knew his name. It didn't get him any special treatment at school, sure, but the girls and guys all thought he was cool and he didn't really need school. He was going to be famous... well, famous-er.
Spider-Man was different though. Spider-Man was mysterious and cool and Johnny had really thought they'd be friends... until the webslinger snuck into the Baxter Building. The meeting hadn't actually gone as Johnny would've liked. The two exchanged insults and it honestly felt like they weren't going to get along but a second chance encounter proved that they worked beautifully together. Spider-Man was just so much easier to talk to then the rest of his family. They had expectations and goals and plans. Spider-Man... at least he understood what it was like to have to try and juggle school and various acts of heroism. Maybe he didn't accidentally set his books or homework on fire, but he still understood. While Johnny was still disappointed that the other boy had been more interested in Reed and his inventions than him he was quickly getting over it.
Hearing his name, Johnny looked up from the paper and his thoughts about Spider-Man to see his sister, Ben, and Reed all sitting around the table. Johnny actually had to rub his eyes and poke at the oldest member of the Fantastic Four just to make sure he was real. He was there all right and he was holding a piece of paper. Something that looked a lot like Johnny's... "Uh oh..." the blond murmured as he recognized the school's symbol on the header of the paper. Report cards.
"Johnny," Reed sighed, "I just don't understand it. Haven't you been able to make any progress with my tutoring?"
"I would... if I ever understood what you were saying." Johnny replied sulkily.
"Johnny, don't be that way. Reed's only trying to help you." Sue sighed, moving to stand behind Reed and place her hands upon his shoulders. She was always on his side. It didn't matter if Johnny was right and Reed tended to use those huge words that he could never spell and was pretty sure the man was just making up to sound smart. It didn't matter that Reed would never understand because he was always a super genius. The cosmic rays had just made that worst and had driven a wedge between him and most normal people. The work was so easy for Reed that he didn't know how to slow himself down enough to actually be of any help to Johnny.
"I know!" he replied angrily, blue eyes narrowing at Sue momentarily. "I just can't understand what he's talking about half the time!"
"Well... are you paying attention in class?" Sue asked, still not really understanding the problem with Reed. "Maybe that's it. Maybe you're just tired. I knew this life was too much for a child. All those nights and weekends spent fighting whatever kind of monster walks down the street or in space. It can't be helping."
She just wasn't getting it and it was frustrating him. Biting his lower lip to try and calm himself before he accidentally burned the paper he was readoing... or the table he turned back to her. "You're just not listening! The problem isn't what I do in my spare time. I just can't figure out what he's talking about. It doesn't matter anyway. As soon as highschool's over I'm not going back. I don't need school." And with that he stood up and walked away from the table, leaving the rest of his family to gasp and talk back and forth in hushed hurried voices. Reed had gone to several colleges, Ben had completed college, Sue had... well she'd done something college related but she always stood by whatever Reed said so it was no wonder she took the news of his disinterest in studies so bad. He didn't care, school work was boring.
After that the rest of the morning went pretty smoothly. Johnny finished up what homework he had left and got dressed. As he was pulling his shoes on and getting ready to catch the bus Sue walked towards him. "Johnathan Lowell Specer Storm." she said, her voice sounding serious. "The team and I have been talking and we've decided that until you get your grades up, you're grounded. No monsters, no space missions, no powers, no television, no video games, no going out or staying up past 11. Understand? If you want to be part of this team, I suggest you pay a little more attention to your classes." Johnny opened his mouth to argue, getting out a few "But you can't"s and "No"s and "You're not serious"s along with the ever popular: "This isn't fair". Sue was in no mood to argue and Johnny left, slamming the door on his way out. He thought about it during his entire school day, hardly focused on anything else except his own anger. There were no accidental flames, though the teachers were keeping their fire extinguisers closer than usual.
At the end of the school day Johnny returned home to an empty building. Sue had left a note on the fridge which Johnny didn't really bother to read. Ben left a note on his bed. He wanted to talk. Johnny had had enough of that. As he sat at his desk attempting to do his homework something Sue had said came back to him. If he wanted to be part of this team. Well, Johnny didn't need the Fantastic Four they could change their name or get a new member for all he cared. He'd start his own team! Sure, he was short members but that didn't mean he would be for long. He was Johnny Storm, the Human Torch! Other teen heroes would flock to him. Just to make sure people would actually come he decided he needed a little insurance. If they wouldn't come just to hang out with the Human Torch then maybe they'd come to hang out with him AND Spider-Man. The plan was just too perfect. "I'm a genius!" he laughed as he pulled off his school clothes and ran up to the roof of the Baxter Building. All he needed to do now was find Spider-Man. Taking a running leap from the building he let himself fall for a moment before shouting "Flame on!" and letting his powers carry him back up into the skies and down the streets of New York in search of Spider-Man.
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