An Unlikely Hero

Plan A: Find Suresh ~ Step 1: Check Suresh's Loft

Noah Bennett rapped on the door of Rathom’s classroom, then turned to the Haitian, “Remember, we get what we came for, and then get out again. Anyone sees anything they shouldn’t, you know what to do.”

The Haitian gave a slow and deliberate nod.

Noah turned back to see a silver-haired woman in her late fifties wearing a long skirt and cardigan, with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses hanging around her neck.

Noah smiled, “Hello Agatha, long-time no see.”

Rathom raised an eyebrow, “How many times do I have to tell you Noah, don’t call me that here.”

“Sorry,” Noah apologised, then on a serious note, “Is she in there?” He nodded towards the classroom.

Rathom sighed, “She was.”

Noah frowned, “What do you mean ‘was’?”

“She was called to the principal’s office, I’ll go fetch her.” Rathom took a couple of steps before turning back, “If you’re sure you want to do this Noah.”

“Agatha, you know it has to be done, she’s dangerous enough as it is.”

Rathom looked from Noah to the Haitian, “She’s only a child.”

“All the more reason to contain her now before she grows into her abilities,” When Rathom looked uncertain Noah’s voice became slightly more sympathetic, “You knew what you were entering into when you took on this mission, besides, it’s only been a month, surely you haven’t become attached already?”

Rathom held his eye, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The Haitian stepped up beside Noah, “Are you sure she doesn’t have a point? She is only a child after all.”

Noah closed his eyes as if he had foreseen this, “We have been over this, the girl has an exceptional ability, and if we don’t hone it to our own needs then we could have another Sylar on our hands.”

“NOAH!”

The two men pelted it down the corridor to the office that Rathom was now standing in. Noah was panting heavily, “What is it?”

Rathom’s only answer was to stare up, when the other two did the same they were met by the sight of the principal, his wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees were pinned in place by several pencils. His face was frozen into a mask of terror and agony, and a large gash split open his forehead.

Noah’s face was one of fear, “Sylar has her.”

***

Sylar was disgusted with himself.

One measly girl was in the way of his obtaining an extremely desirable ability, and possibly even one of the most powerful he had yet to come across, and he couldn’t kill her. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, whitening his knuckles.

He glanced over to catch her playing with the lock on the door, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Christina,” He sent a shock of electricity from the steering wheel through to the car door until it was conducted by Chrissie’s finger. She yelped before covering her injured finger with her mouth protectively and sucking it gently. Then she turned to glower at Sylar who looked at her innocently, “You might get hurt.”

“Only my mother calls me that.”

“What?”

“Christina is my given name…I prefer Chrissie.” Sylar stayed silent whilst he drove, so Chrissie decided to ask something that had been bugging her, “Who were those men?”