Fandom #6
Title: Sparking the Petrellis
Fandom: Heroes
Summary: Three members of the Petrelli family Ando Masahashi should have never supercharged.
Notes: Contains spoilers about Season 3 plots. Including Ando's ability which I've already spoiled. Lolwhoops.
Angela Petrelli
They spotted her at the bottom of an unfamiliar polished corridor. She was making a telephone call to the kidnappers (no, it was the Government now, right?) She looked round, clearly seeing the two Japanese men standing there, looking at her. She ended the phonecall there, and began to walk toward them.
"Hiro Nakamura," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad to see you are safe and well. I must apologise for Arthur's trespasses against you, although my sources wonder exactly how you came back to the present day?"
"I will not tell you anything that does not benefit my mission," Hiro said in a deadpan, serious voice. Behind him, Ando rolled his eyes a little. Because it wasn't just his mission, but there was no telling Hiro Nakamura this.
Angela laughed fondly. "You do remind me of Kaito in many ways. You might not remember me, but I watched you as you grew up."
"You did?"
"Hiro, don't let your guard down," Ando muttered in Japanese. "She's dangerous, remember?"
"I speak Japanese too, y'know," Angela smiled, before returning to English. "And I'm not as dangerous as some like to make out."
Her phone rang again, and she paused irritably to answer it.
"Ando-kun, this is our chance to distract her," Hiro said, once more in Japanese. "She will try and get the government to stop us, and your power cannot work against them. We must escape from her clutches."
"She's not Cruella deVille," Ando said, looking at the woman, whose wealth and power couldn't hide the fact she was a lady in the autumn years of life. "How are we supposed to distract her, anyway?"
"Mmm, use your powers," Hiro said with a nod.
"But... we don't know what her ability is!"
"Exactly. So she won't expect us to try this, right?"
"But what if she... turns into a fireball or something?"
Hiro looked at the long corridor. "We run. Very fast."
Ando looked wary. "I don't like this plan, Hiro."
"Sometimes a hero must engage in plans that test his resolve and ingenuity," Hiro recited wisely, pushing his spectacles up his nose. To Ando, it just sounded like: 'If in doubt, just make it up.'
"We wait until she has finished her phone call, and then strike, okay?"
"Not really," Ando said truthfully, just as Angela hung up her phone.
"GO!" Hiro screamed, and Ando, regretting letting Hiro talk him into it, clasped Angela Petrelli on the shoulder, flooding her body with pink sparks.
She dropped to the floor like a stone.
"..."
"......"
"Ando! You killed her!" Hiro shrieked. "You weren't supposed to kill her!"
"It was your idea! How was I supposed to know this would happen?"
Hiro was down next to Angela, grabbing her wrist. "She's alive. But what do we do?"
"Run?"
"We can't run and leave her like this!"
"That was your plan!"
"Quit twisting my words!"
They eventually agreed to call for an ambulance, though they didn't stick around long enough to let it in. The government would be here shortly, so they needed to make tracks. Ando shook his head, but remembered not to listen to Hiro's plans again.
In her sleep, Angela Petrelli saw every minute detail of what was to unfold. The future was inevitable.
Nathan Petrelli
This was never supposed to happen.
Nathan had run at them in a rage, yelling about how his mother had spent two weeks in a coma with no sign of waking. The nurses had started feeding her through a drip, as she had no way of swallowing, and she was resting badly as her mind was fully active.
But he was angry, and Hiro had never seen the Frying Man filled with this much rage. It scared him a little, but... Nathan Petrelli was the bad guy now, right?
It certainly felt like it when Nathan threw a punch at Hiro's face.
"Leave my friend alone!" Ando yelled, grabbing Nathan's wrist. Another jet of pink sparks erupted from his palms, and Nathan looked down fearfully, as though he knew what was going to happen a split-second before it actually did.
There was a sonic boom, and Nathan Petrelli zipped skyward. He was travelling vertically upward, faster than the speed of sound, uncontrollably up and up and up....
Hiro looked into the sky, awed by the sudden silence.
"Do you think your power.... you know, put him into..."
"Into space?" Ando finished the sentence warily. "Let's hope he learned to steer."
There was no indication that Nathan had managed to stop himself from leaving the earth's stratosphere. Ando tried not to visualise the man, his one-time friend, choking to death in the blackness of space, and his corpse drifting outward into the Sun.
The thought was cut short by the Secret Service staff, who neutralised Hiro and Ando on the spot. They had assassinated a Senator, and privately Ando thought he would never use his ability again.
Claire Bennett
He was aware the sirens were ringing in the building, but the drip in his nose was preventing him from responding particularly well. It sounded like discordant claxons, slurred and bleary, like a night on heavy sake and spirits. He hadn't seen Hiro for weeks now, and partly hoped he never would. Maybe they had let Hiro free. Maybe they were never going to allow Ando back into society. He didn't usually like to think in these terms, but perhaps it was for the best.
A vault door opened, and a female shape came running in.
"Ando?"
"Chia-riida..." he mumbled, recognising her voice before he recognised her face. "What... what happening?"
"We're busting you guys out of here," she smiled. "The mission is falling apart! Come on!"
Once he got enough of the drugs from his body to walk, he tottered slowly to the door behind Claire Bennett. He could hear gunshots from nearby, and people screaming. There was chaos and electricity and fire and water and blasts of God knows what, but no sign of Hiro.
"Where's Hiro?" Ando yelled under the din of gunfire.
"Don't know, I haven't seen him!" Claire yelled, before she crumpled, blood gushing from a hole in her neck.
"Claire!"
"I'm fine, just get out of here!"
Ando barely made ten yards when he saw a man appear from nowhere and shoot him in the arm.
Ando felt the burning pain as he fell backward to the ground. There were pink sparks erupting from his body now as it protested against being shot, and he couldn't control it; adrenaline and panic coursed through his veins, and...
"My blood!" Claire said, running toward the Japanese man, hands red. "Here!"
A huge discharge of pink exploded from Ando the moment she touched him, and she was thrown backward along the floor. She stood up, a fresh graze on her arm, but instead of it healing.....
Another arm seemed to be growing out of it.
"......"
Ando looked at Claire's face, and he saw the fear in her eyes as she squealed and her face contorted and swelled, a huge lump growing from near her nose, as similar deformaties appeared on her legs, her feet, her back... her shoes tore open as her ankles expanded into feet of their own, which were deformed and wretched.
The gunman fainted.
Ando stared at what used to be the cheerleader, and was now an eleven-foot bulbous mass of flesh. It reminded him of those documentaries about 900-pound women who couldn't leave their homes... unrecognisable as being human beneath the tangled folds of flesh and tumourous cells.
He wanted to say something to her, but considering he killed her father, what on earth could he say that would help?
When he escaped, he never ever tried to be a hero again.
Fandom: Heroes
Summary: Three members of the Petrelli family Ando Masahashi should have never supercharged.
Notes: Contains spoilers about Season 3 plots. Including Ando's ability which I've already spoiled. Lolwhoops.
Angela Petrelli
They spotted her at the bottom of an unfamiliar polished corridor. She was making a telephone call to the kidnappers (no, it was the Government now, right?) She looked round, clearly seeing the two Japanese men standing there, looking at her. She ended the phonecall there, and began to walk toward them.
"Hiro Nakamura," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad to see you are safe and well. I must apologise for Arthur's trespasses against you, although my sources wonder exactly how you came back to the present day?"
"I will not tell you anything that does not benefit my mission," Hiro said in a deadpan, serious voice. Behind him, Ando rolled his eyes a little. Because it wasn't just his mission, but there was no telling Hiro Nakamura this.
Angela laughed fondly. "You do remind me of Kaito in many ways. You might not remember me, but I watched you as you grew up."
"You did?"
"Hiro, don't let your guard down," Ando muttered in Japanese. "She's dangerous, remember?"
"I speak Japanese too, y'know," Angela smiled, before returning to English. "And I'm not as dangerous as some like to make out."
Her phone rang again, and she paused irritably to answer it.
"Ando-kun, this is our chance to distract her," Hiro said, once more in Japanese. "She will try and get the government to stop us, and your power cannot work against them. We must escape from her clutches."
"She's not Cruella deVille," Ando said, looking at the woman, whose wealth and power couldn't hide the fact she was a lady in the autumn years of life. "How are we supposed to distract her, anyway?"
"Mmm, use your powers," Hiro said with a nod.
"But... we don't know what her ability is!"
"Exactly. So she won't expect us to try this, right?"
"But what if she... turns into a fireball or something?"
Hiro looked at the long corridor. "We run. Very fast."
Ando looked wary. "I don't like this plan, Hiro."
"Sometimes a hero must engage in plans that test his resolve and ingenuity," Hiro recited wisely, pushing his spectacles up his nose. To Ando, it just sounded like: 'If in doubt, just make it up.'
"We wait until she has finished her phone call, and then strike, okay?"
"Not really," Ando said truthfully, just as Angela hung up her phone.
"GO!" Hiro screamed, and Ando, regretting letting Hiro talk him into it, clasped Angela Petrelli on the shoulder, flooding her body with pink sparks.
She dropped to the floor like a stone.
"..."
"......"
"Ando! You killed her!" Hiro shrieked. "You weren't supposed to kill her!"
"It was your idea! How was I supposed to know this would happen?"
Hiro was down next to Angela, grabbing her wrist. "She's alive. But what do we do?"
"Run?"
"We can't run and leave her like this!"
"That was your plan!"
"Quit twisting my words!"
They eventually agreed to call for an ambulance, though they didn't stick around long enough to let it in. The government would be here shortly, so they needed to make tracks. Ando shook his head, but remembered not to listen to Hiro's plans again.
In her sleep, Angela Petrelli saw every minute detail of what was to unfold. The future was inevitable.
Nathan Petrelli
This was never supposed to happen.
Nathan had run at them in a rage, yelling about how his mother had spent two weeks in a coma with no sign of waking. The nurses had started feeding her through a drip, as she had no way of swallowing, and she was resting badly as her mind was fully active.
But he was angry, and Hiro had never seen the Frying Man filled with this much rage. It scared him a little, but... Nathan Petrelli was the bad guy now, right?
It certainly felt like it when Nathan threw a punch at Hiro's face.
"Leave my friend alone!" Ando yelled, grabbing Nathan's wrist. Another jet of pink sparks erupted from his palms, and Nathan looked down fearfully, as though he knew what was going to happen a split-second before it actually did.
There was a sonic boom, and Nathan Petrelli zipped skyward. He was travelling vertically upward, faster than the speed of sound, uncontrollably up and up and up....
Hiro looked into the sky, awed by the sudden silence.
"Do you think your power.... you know, put him into..."
"Into space?" Ando finished the sentence warily. "Let's hope he learned to steer."
There was no indication that Nathan had managed to stop himself from leaving the earth's stratosphere. Ando tried not to visualise the man, his one-time friend, choking to death in the blackness of space, and his corpse drifting outward into the Sun.
The thought was cut short by the Secret Service staff, who neutralised Hiro and Ando on the spot. They had assassinated a Senator, and privately Ando thought he would never use his ability again.
Claire Bennett
He was aware the sirens were ringing in the building, but the drip in his nose was preventing him from responding particularly well. It sounded like discordant claxons, slurred and bleary, like a night on heavy sake and spirits. He hadn't seen Hiro for weeks now, and partly hoped he never would. Maybe they had let Hiro free. Maybe they were never going to allow Ando back into society. He didn't usually like to think in these terms, but perhaps it was for the best.
A vault door opened, and a female shape came running in.
"Ando?"
"Chia-riida..." he mumbled, recognising her voice before he recognised her face. "What... what happening?"
"We're busting you guys out of here," she smiled. "The mission is falling apart! Come on!"
Once he got enough of the drugs from his body to walk, he tottered slowly to the door behind Claire Bennett. He could hear gunshots from nearby, and people screaming. There was chaos and electricity and fire and water and blasts of God knows what, but no sign of Hiro.
"Where's Hiro?" Ando yelled under the din of gunfire.
"Don't know, I haven't seen him!" Claire yelled, before she crumpled, blood gushing from a hole in her neck.
"Claire!"
"I'm fine, just get out of here!"
Ando barely made ten yards when he saw a man appear from nowhere and shoot him in the arm.
Ando felt the burning pain as he fell backward to the ground. There were pink sparks erupting from his body now as it protested against being shot, and he couldn't control it; adrenaline and panic coursed through his veins, and...
"My blood!" Claire said, running toward the Japanese man, hands red. "Here!"
A huge discharge of pink exploded from Ando the moment she touched him, and she was thrown backward along the floor. She stood up, a fresh graze on her arm, but instead of it healing.....
Another arm seemed to be growing out of it.
"......"
Ando looked at Claire's face, and he saw the fear in her eyes as she squealed and her face contorted and swelled, a huge lump growing from near her nose, as similar deformaties appeared on her legs, her feet, her back... her shoes tore open as her ankles expanded into feet of their own, which were deformed and wretched.
The gunman fainted.
Ando stared at what used to be the cheerleader, and was now an eleven-foot bulbous mass of flesh. It reminded him of those documentaries about 900-pound women who couldn't leave their homes... unrecognisable as being human beneath the tangled folds of flesh and tumourous cells.
He wanted to say something to her, but considering he killed her father, what on earth could he say that would help?
When he escaped, he never ever tried to be a hero again.