A New Hero

Chapter 7 The Carnival

Chapter 7
The Carnival
I looked around and saw that we were at a carnival. "You got to help us Mist. We can't move." Claire said anxiously. "What do you mean?" All of a sudden I couldn't move either. "Well, well, well. Who might this be?" "Who are you?" "My name is Eric Doyle. Now who are you little girl?" I tried to get out of his grip, but couldn't. Then I changed my power. "What? How are you guys not under my control? Did you do this?" He pointed at me, but I didn't answer. "How do we get out of this carnival Eric?" "I'm not gonna tell you?" "Then I'll just teleport out of this place." Then someone came out from the shadows all of a sudden. "Hello Mist." "How do you know my name?" "Everyone who has an ability are my family. We're all connected. That's how I know you." "Who are you?" "My name is Samuel Sullivan and this is our home. People that have abilities live here and use their powers for good. They could be themselves and not be judged or feared by other people." "How did you even get everyone here in one place?" "I don't know. They just come to me. If you don't want to stay, you could always come back home when you're ready." He handed us all a compass that leads us right where the carnival is. "Bye my friends." "Bye." After that, we all went back home. I decided see Claire because I needed to tell her a very deep secret of mine. I knocked on her door to see if she was there. "Hey Mist. What's up?" "I got to tell you something. Something that is very important to me." "What?" "Could we talk in private where no one could hear us?" "Sure. How about we talk in my room?" "That's great." We headed towards her room and sat on her bed. " What is it?" "It's about my ability." "What about your ability?" "You know everyone has a weak spot, right?" "Yeah. Like the spot on the back of my head?" "Yeah. I have a weak spot on my neck. Whenever someone squeezes it, a little tiny ball comes out and onto my hand. It has all of my power and most of my life. If it's gone, I'll be very weak, but could still move." "Why are you telling me this?" "I am afraid that one day, someone will try to take it and absorb my power forever. That's why I'm telling you this. If someone is out to get my power, I need you to protect my ability." "I'll be ready when the time comes." This is a secret, you must never tell anyone. Only Peter must know, so tell him." "Okay." "Thanks Claire. I knew I could always count on you." "I left and went back home exhausted and fell asleep on the floor instead of my bed. The only thing I didn't notice was that Claire wasn't really Claire. It was Sylar .He knew. When I woke up, I went to visit Peter. I asked him if he knew the secret and he did. We hung out a little, and then Sylar busted in the room. "Hello Mist. I know what you can do and where your weak spot is." "How do you know?" "I'd rather not say." "You are not going to hurt her." "You are not going to get in my way!" Sylar threw Peter against the window and out of his apartment. "I will get that power, so give it to me!" I quickly took out the marble and hid it in my pocket. He squeezed my neck, but he couldn't find the marble." Where is it?! Where is the marble?" "I will never tell you!" He got his finger and he started to cut open my head. Then he left me on the floor and left the room. Peter came back to the room fully healed because he regenerated and saw me on the floor. "Mist, Mist! Are you okay!" He quickly grabbed his phone and called Claire and told her everything. A couple minutes later she arrived. "Did Sylar take her ability?" "I don't know. He threw me out of the window before I had the chance." "I think I know how she died. Sylar didn't take the marble." "How do you know that?" "She would of teleported out of here, or used the Haitian's power, but didn't. She has the marble, but not where she could absorb it on her hand again." "Maybe she hid it in her clothes or something?" "I think so. Let's check." "I think I feel something here. Claire it's in here pocket." "I think we should put it in her hand." "I think so too." They placed the marble on my hand and it disappeared slowly. "Mist, can you hear me?" I started to slowly open my eyes and took a deep breath. "Claire, Peter." "You're okay." "I am fine. Thanks for saving my life. Both of you."