Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, and the plot elements of this story are largely adapted from previous Heroes episodes. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only, and this disclaimer applies to every segment of the “Brave New Dawn” story.
A middle-aged man with a touch of gray in his brown head of hair waits in a dark alley. He fidgets nervously while looking for a mysterious friend to show. He taps his thighs relentlessly and listens to the dripping of the leaky water line coming from the building behind him. Occasionally a pedestrian or two passes, but no one gives him a second look.
A dark hooded figure walks down the alley and stops in front of him. His ruffled black hair shines in the moonlight and he looks with suspicion on his friend.
“When the new world dawned—?” the black-haired man says.
“Heroes and monsters united,” the other man finishes.
The black-haired man smiles.
“It’s good to see you again, Peter.”
“Same to you, Gabriel.”
“Is she safe?” Gabriel asks.
“Yes,” Peter responds. “As safe as she ever is.”
Gabriel detects a sense of worry in Peter’s tone.
“Is something wrong?”
“Not with Claire,” Peter responds. “Something is happening to me.”
Peter pulls back his right sleeve and brings his right thumb and forefinger close to each other. A blue bolt of electricity runs between his two fingers. Gabriel’s eyes grow wide and he steps back, full of fear. Fear because Peter could lose control. Fear because he remembers who used to have that gift. Fear because Peter shouldn’t be able to do that anymore.
“Who was the last person you touched?”
“It’s not from that,” Peter says. “I’m still healing from the last time I touched Claire. This is different. I haven’t been able to do this since I was around Elle.”
A pang of guilty nausea jabs Gabriel in the gut. He’d love to forget her, to erase her from his memory forever, but he can’t. Hard as he may rub at his mind’s chalkboard, as long as he was trapped inside Parkman’s mental prison, he still can’t forget her dying corpse.
“Peter, she’s dead.”
“What does this mean?” Gabriel asks.
“I don’t know; but there’s something else.”
Peter pauses before continuing.
“Gabriel . . . I think I’m dying.”