cokes87
09-02-2008, 12:40 PM
***Before you read, you must all know that this story takes place in the same universe as the Heroes television show. Some events are referred to as well as some of the characters cross paths with the real characters from the show. It takes place in and around season 1 and season 2 of Heroes. Enjoy!***
CHAPTER 1
“Beginnings”
December 6, 2008
Dave Cocca and Nick Mcgraw
Los Angeles, California
The sun had just set in Los Angeles as Dave and Nick stood before the vast building. An emergency alarm was ringing so loud it could be heard for miles. They knew what was to be done. This was the only option. The only way they could be free.
“I have to do this Nick,” said Dave as he turned to his friend. He spoke loud so that Nick could hear him over the alarm. His hands began to illuminate. “They made me like this and now it’s time I stop them before they harm anyone else.”
Nick looked into Dave’s eyes, “You don’t have to do this broski. You’ll kill yourself.”
“This is what must be done. We’ve all made our choices. I haven’t made the right ones these past couple of months, but now it’s time I do what is right. To change lives and save the world.” Tears began to fall from his eyes, but they weren’t normal tears. They were made of light. Nick placed a hand on Dave’s shoulder. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Tell her I’m sorry, and that I love her.” Nick removed his hand from Dave’s shoulder as Dave turned towards the building. He slowly walked towards it. His hands still illuminated, this time glowing even more bright, filling the nights sky with shear brightness.
Nick watched as Dave entered the doorway. As the door closed behind Dave, all Nick could hear was Dave screaming in utter pain. Just then, light filled the entire building. Windows started shattering and the door flew off from it’s hinges and smacked Nick in the head causing him to fall the ground unconsious. The roof exploded and soared across the sky landing in a field close by. Then the building began to collapse, debris flying everywhere.
As Nick was coming to his senses, he began to sit up and as he did he saw a piece of metal come shooting towards him. Before he could react, the metal shear pierced through his chest. He lay in a pool of his own blood, lifeless.
***
July 8, 2008
Present day
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
“Dr. Jaclyn Pollington to surgery,” came a voice from the speaker system of Mount Sinai Hospital, “Dr. Jaclyn Pollington to surgery.”
Jaclyn stormed through the halls and headed towards the elevator. The door was about to close when she yelled, “Wait, hold the elevator.” She entered the elevator and noticed a little boy about the age off eleven standing before her.
“Thank you, you’re a hero.” She smiled at the boy as she pushed the button for floor six. “What’s your name?”
The little boy looked up at her, “Micah.”
“Where’s your parents Micah?”
“My dad’s in recovery and my mom is somewhere.”
As the elevator slowed down Jaclyn said to Micah, “Well I hope your father is feeling better. Thank you again.” The door opened and she quickly made her way down the corridor towards surgery.
She stepped into the surgery room and put a pair of gloves on as fast as she could. “What are we dealing with here Martha?” She asked her fellow colleague.
Martha read from her clipboard, “Patients name is Marco Irwing, he fell four stories, punctured his lungs and his ribs. No damage caused to his head. He’s still consious however.”
Jaclyn rushed over to Marco and looked into his eyes, “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.”
***
Dave Cocca
Los Angeles, California
Dave stood before the casket which sat above the grave and cried. His brother and father at each side mourning the loss of their mother and wife. Surrounded by their loved ones, they made their peace.
“Brenda was an amazing woman,” began the priest as he looked upon the mourning. “She spent her life caring for others. Putting herself before others. She would often go out of her way to reach those who were in need. She was also often a counselor when the times called for it. Aybody could come to her no matter what the reason or circumstance. She was loved and will truly be missed.”
When the service had ended and the casket laid into the ground, Dave went off to be alone. He stood underneath an oak tree and punched the bark with all his might. Tears poured from his eyes and his hand bled. He could barely feel the pain from his wound because the pain from his heart overpowered it.
“Why God? Why did you have to take her?” he shouted into the clear blue sky.
Just then a calm voice came from behind him. “Because it was her time to go.”
Dave wiped his eyes before turning to the woman for he was embarrassed for crying. He stared the woman from top to bottom, “Who-Who are you?” He had not recognised her. She wore a long black dress, her hair in a bun.
“I’m an old friend of your mothers.” She gave a small smile. “I’ve lost someone very dear to me just recently. I know how you must feel. You wish you could have done something to help her, to change her fate.”
“If I had been there, none of this would’ve happened. She would still be alive,” cried Dave.
“No she wouldn’t have. Death is inevitable dear. Like I said, it was her time to go.” The woman placed her hand on Dave’s arm in a comforting manner.
Dave looked into the sky then back into the woman’s eyes, “Nothing is inevitable.”
“You have a lot to learn then. But don’t fret, I’m sure you will meet again one day. I must be going though. I have someone waiting for me. My condolences to you and your family.” She turned on her heel and began to walk away.
“Wait!” Dave shouted as the woman stopped in her tracks, “You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Angela,” the woman began without turning back. “Angela Petrelli.”
***
Charlotte Brown
Costa Verde, California
“Okay class, who can tell me how music can affect the growth of plants?” asked Mr. Johnson, the biolgy teacher at Costa Verde High School.
Charlotte raised her hand. She was a very good student and excelled in her studies, getting straight As in all her classes. She wasn’t the most popular kid in school but to her popularity didn’t matter.
“Yes, Ms. Brown,” said Mr. Johnson.
“Well, music will make plants grow slower than plants exposed to no sound at all. But the plants that are around music will be in better health, and will have a prolonged life expectancy.” Charlotte looked confident in her answer.
Mr. Johnson smiled, “Someone’s been doing there homework.”
Debbie Marshall, the head cheerleader gave a disgusted look at Charlotte and spoke out in class, “That’s because she doesn’t have a life Mr. Johnson.” Her and most of the class began to laugh.
“That’s enough Debbie. No speaking out in my class.” Mr Johnson raised his voice at her.
After class Charlotte walked out of the biology room and headed down the hall. A blonde girl walked up beside her and said, “Don’t listen to Debbie. She just likes the attention. I tend to block her out”
“Thanks,” said Charlotte. “It’s okay, I’m used to Debbie embarassing me. You’re new here aren’t you?”
“Yup. My family moved here from Texas. I’m Claire Butler. I’ve already gotten a taste of Debbie. But enough about her, you knew that answer right away, eh?”
“Ya, I love science. It’s just so fascinating. In my spare time, that’s all I do is read up on science,” Charlotte said as she fiddled with her books, “Umm what are you doing tonight. I was thinking maybe we could hang out?”
“Oh I can’t. I’m sorry but my dad is just way too overprotective. He want’s me home right after school. But we could do lunch tomorrow if you’d like?”
Charlotte cracked a smile, “That would be great. See you then.”
As she was walking home Charlotte passed an immense house with a stunning garden out front filled with roses, daffodils and lilacs. While she was walking past she heard a very faint, soft voice say her name from behind her. She jumped and saw that nothing was there but the lovely garden. She thought she was hearing things and continued home.
***
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
Jaclyn stood beside Marco Irwing’s bedside as he awoke from his surgery. The drugs had worn off and he was coming to.
“Where am I?” wondered Marco as he opened his eyes and saw Jaclyn.
“You’re at Mount Sinai Hospital. You had an accident and you were severly injured, but we fixed you and you’re gonna be okay. You have no internal injuries which is good and you should be able to return home in a few weeks,” said Jaclyn as she looked into his eyes.
“My wife? Where’s Lena?” He tried to move but he was in too much pain.
Jaclyn replied, “She’s in the waiting room. I will get her for you. Just try to rest Marco.” She put her hand on his and rubbed it gently, “You’re lucky you are alive.”
***
Carolina Rodriguez
Toronto, Ontario
The rain poured down on Carolina as she stood at the bus stop. She had an umbrella in one hand while the other she used to talk on her cell phone.
“Ya, I don’t think I will do anything tonight. I’ve just been working a lot of overtime trying to pay the bills. I’m exhausted. I’m barely staying awake standing here. We can go out another night Maria. Ok. Bye.” She closed her phone and as she did, she could see the bus slowly making its way down the hill towards her.
When the bus stopped she got on and took a seat at the back alone. She had a while to go before it was her stop so she decided to close her eyes and have a little rest to gain some energy back.
Carolina awoke to the sound of horns honking and being thrown into the window and banging her head off the glass. The bus was out of control.
“Whats going on?” she shouted but as she looked around at the passengers, she saw that they were all dead. Some still in their seats, some on the floor.
She put her finger on the neck of the woman sitting in front of her to check her pulse. She was still alive. She was asleep. The bus was still moving. Cars were dodging it as it raced down the street. Carolina stood up and made her way across the bus and being shoved around. She made her way to the driver who, just like the rest was sleeping. She pulled the driver from his chair and threw him to the ground. She then jumped into the driver’s seat but before she could break, the bus smashed into a car causing the bus to flip ninety degrees onto its side.
The sound of sirens began to pour in and Carolina was shaking. Her hands and face had pieces of shattered glass stuck in them. She was in shock.
***
John-Michael Pocsai
Buffalo, New York
He stood before the corner store, mask on and knife in hand. It was three in the morning and the street was deserted, not a person in sight. He was about to enter when he suddenly had a change in heart.
“I can’t do this. This isn’t who I am.” He pulled the mask off his face, threw the knife onto the road and took a few steps back. He turned on his heel and ran down the street.
He entered a small church and kneeled before the altar. He folded his hands and stared at the statue of Jesus Christ. “Please, tell me what I am supposed to do. I cannot go on living this way. How did I become this? Stealing money to feed my daughter. No job. Lucky I even have a home and roof over her head. If Stacy could see what I have become, she would have died by a broken heart. Forgive me Father. Forgive me.”
As John-Michael made his way home he shed tears and thought about his life. He walked quietly through the door and made his way across the living room and into the bedroom at the back of the house. There, laying fast asleep was his eight year old daughter Kelly. He crept silently to her bedside, bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“From now on, things will be different. I promise,” he whispered.
***
Charlotte Brown
Costa Verde, California
“Claire, this may seem like a weird question but do you ever get the feeling like someone is following you?” asked Charlotte as she sat across from Claire at the table in the cafeteria.
Claire smirked, “Like all the time. Why are you asking?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just paranoid. No big deal. Hey there’s West.” Charlotte waved at him to come over from the other side of the cafeteria. He made his way towards them. “You two seem to be close. He’s a good guy. I’ve known him for a couple years. Has he asked you the robot or alien question yet?” Claire nodded her head.
“So what are you?” questioned Charlotte, but before Claire could answer West had already sat down.
“Hey guys. Oh, Claire when we are done do you mind if I speak to you alone? It’s kind of important.” He gave her a wide eyed stare as if it were some secret.
“Sure, I guess. I’m done now. Do you mind if we leave Charlotte?” Claire crumpled the wrapper of her sandwich.
Charlotte shook her head and waved goodbye to her friends. As they strolled away she heard the voice again. The same voice she had heard the day before when she walked past the garden of the rich house, but it was much more louder and clearer. At first she thought it was another student but the voice sounded strange, almost like it wasn’t human. She got up from her chair and followed the voice.
She kept following it until she reached a palm tree. She stared up a the palms as the rustled in the warm California breeze. She circled the tree to make sure there was oby hiding behind it but there was no one. The voice was coming from the tree. But that was impossible because trees can’t talk.
***
Dave Cocca
Los Angeles, California
Dave was in the basement of his parents house with his brother Adam, sorting through boxes. He was trying to find anything he could of his mother’s to bring home for memories.
“Here’s the necklace mom wore to your graduation Dave. Take it.” Adam held the gold necklace out and placed it into Dave’s palm. Dave smiled and then placed it into his pocket.
“There’s so many pictures in here. Like from before we were even born. She was so pretty.” Dave was flipping through a photo album. He suddenly stopped and stared at the page he was on.
Adam saw Dave’s face and asked, “What is it?”
Dave pulled the photo from the page and handed it to Adam. The photo was of three women. “That’s the woman who came and talked to me after the funeral. That’s Angela Petrelli on the right. The one in the middle is mom, but I have no idea who that is on the left.”
“That’s Ms. Pratt. She used to come visit mom all the time when I was young. You weren’t even born yet. I haven’t seen her in years. This Angela Petrelli woman doesn’t look familiar at all.” Adam gave the photo back to Dave. “Whoever she is though, she looks rich.”
Dave folded the photo and placed it in the pocket with the necklace. “Maybe Dad knows who she is.”
***
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
“Thank Heavens you’re alive Marco,” cried Lena Irwing as she sat in a chair at his bedside. She turned her head towards Jaclyn. “And thank you Doctor, for saving his life.”
“It’s no problem. It’s my job. That’s what I do.” Jaclyn began to fill out paper work on her clipboard.
“Oh my God. Marco!” Lena screamed as Marco began going into shock. He began to shake and his eyes bulged from his head.
Jaclyn grabbed Lena by her shoulders and escorted her out of the room. “Sorry Mrs. Irwing you must stay out here.” She ran back into the recovery room and closed the door.
A half hour later, Jaclyn emerged from the room. Lena quickly made her way towards Jaclyn. “Please Doctor. Tell me he’s ok.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Irwing. Marco is gone. We tried everything we could but we couldn’t save him.” Jaclyn could not look Lena in the eyes so she looked at the floor.
Lena shouted and fell to the ground, crying. “Why. How did this happen. He was fine, you said he was fine.”
“It turns out he had some internal injuries that we didn’t catch during surgery. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.” Jaclyn pulled Mrs. Irwing up from the floor and gave he ra hug, “I’m so very sorry. I truly am.”
***
John-Michael Pocsai
Buffalo, New York
John-Michael rolled over in his sheets as his alarm clock rang. He squinted at the time, it was 9:16 am. Just as he got out of bed and placed his feet on the floor, he felt something odd. It wasn’t the hardwood floor he was stepping on. It felt like paper. He looked down and jumped in shock at what he saw. There was money everywhere. It filled the entire floor.
“What the –“
To Be Continued…
CHAPTER 1
“Beginnings”
December 6, 2008
Dave Cocca and Nick Mcgraw
Los Angeles, California
The sun had just set in Los Angeles as Dave and Nick stood before the vast building. An emergency alarm was ringing so loud it could be heard for miles. They knew what was to be done. This was the only option. The only way they could be free.
“I have to do this Nick,” said Dave as he turned to his friend. He spoke loud so that Nick could hear him over the alarm. His hands began to illuminate. “They made me like this and now it’s time I stop them before they harm anyone else.”
Nick looked into Dave’s eyes, “You don’t have to do this broski. You’ll kill yourself.”
“This is what must be done. We’ve all made our choices. I haven’t made the right ones these past couple of months, but now it’s time I do what is right. To change lives and save the world.” Tears began to fall from his eyes, but they weren’t normal tears. They were made of light. Nick placed a hand on Dave’s shoulder. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Tell her I’m sorry, and that I love her.” Nick removed his hand from Dave’s shoulder as Dave turned towards the building. He slowly walked towards it. His hands still illuminated, this time glowing even more bright, filling the nights sky with shear brightness.
Nick watched as Dave entered the doorway. As the door closed behind Dave, all Nick could hear was Dave screaming in utter pain. Just then, light filled the entire building. Windows started shattering and the door flew off from it’s hinges and smacked Nick in the head causing him to fall the ground unconsious. The roof exploded and soared across the sky landing in a field close by. Then the building began to collapse, debris flying everywhere.
As Nick was coming to his senses, he began to sit up and as he did he saw a piece of metal come shooting towards him. Before he could react, the metal shear pierced through his chest. He lay in a pool of his own blood, lifeless.
***
July 8, 2008
Present day
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
“Dr. Jaclyn Pollington to surgery,” came a voice from the speaker system of Mount Sinai Hospital, “Dr. Jaclyn Pollington to surgery.”
Jaclyn stormed through the halls and headed towards the elevator. The door was about to close when she yelled, “Wait, hold the elevator.” She entered the elevator and noticed a little boy about the age off eleven standing before her.
“Thank you, you’re a hero.” She smiled at the boy as she pushed the button for floor six. “What’s your name?”
The little boy looked up at her, “Micah.”
“Where’s your parents Micah?”
“My dad’s in recovery and my mom is somewhere.”
As the elevator slowed down Jaclyn said to Micah, “Well I hope your father is feeling better. Thank you again.” The door opened and she quickly made her way down the corridor towards surgery.
She stepped into the surgery room and put a pair of gloves on as fast as she could. “What are we dealing with here Martha?” She asked her fellow colleague.
Martha read from her clipboard, “Patients name is Marco Irwing, he fell four stories, punctured his lungs and his ribs. No damage caused to his head. He’s still consious however.”
Jaclyn rushed over to Marco and looked into his eyes, “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.”
***
Dave Cocca
Los Angeles, California
Dave stood before the casket which sat above the grave and cried. His brother and father at each side mourning the loss of their mother and wife. Surrounded by their loved ones, they made their peace.
“Brenda was an amazing woman,” began the priest as he looked upon the mourning. “She spent her life caring for others. Putting herself before others. She would often go out of her way to reach those who were in need. She was also often a counselor when the times called for it. Aybody could come to her no matter what the reason or circumstance. She was loved and will truly be missed.”
When the service had ended and the casket laid into the ground, Dave went off to be alone. He stood underneath an oak tree and punched the bark with all his might. Tears poured from his eyes and his hand bled. He could barely feel the pain from his wound because the pain from his heart overpowered it.
“Why God? Why did you have to take her?” he shouted into the clear blue sky.
Just then a calm voice came from behind him. “Because it was her time to go.”
Dave wiped his eyes before turning to the woman for he was embarrassed for crying. He stared the woman from top to bottom, “Who-Who are you?” He had not recognised her. She wore a long black dress, her hair in a bun.
“I’m an old friend of your mothers.” She gave a small smile. “I’ve lost someone very dear to me just recently. I know how you must feel. You wish you could have done something to help her, to change her fate.”
“If I had been there, none of this would’ve happened. She would still be alive,” cried Dave.
“No she wouldn’t have. Death is inevitable dear. Like I said, it was her time to go.” The woman placed her hand on Dave’s arm in a comforting manner.
Dave looked into the sky then back into the woman’s eyes, “Nothing is inevitable.”
“You have a lot to learn then. But don’t fret, I’m sure you will meet again one day. I must be going though. I have someone waiting for me. My condolences to you and your family.” She turned on her heel and began to walk away.
“Wait!” Dave shouted as the woman stopped in her tracks, “You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Angela,” the woman began without turning back. “Angela Petrelli.”
***
Charlotte Brown
Costa Verde, California
“Okay class, who can tell me how music can affect the growth of plants?” asked Mr. Johnson, the biolgy teacher at Costa Verde High School.
Charlotte raised her hand. She was a very good student and excelled in her studies, getting straight As in all her classes. She wasn’t the most popular kid in school but to her popularity didn’t matter.
“Yes, Ms. Brown,” said Mr. Johnson.
“Well, music will make plants grow slower than plants exposed to no sound at all. But the plants that are around music will be in better health, and will have a prolonged life expectancy.” Charlotte looked confident in her answer.
Mr. Johnson smiled, “Someone’s been doing there homework.”
Debbie Marshall, the head cheerleader gave a disgusted look at Charlotte and spoke out in class, “That’s because she doesn’t have a life Mr. Johnson.” Her and most of the class began to laugh.
“That’s enough Debbie. No speaking out in my class.” Mr Johnson raised his voice at her.
After class Charlotte walked out of the biology room and headed down the hall. A blonde girl walked up beside her and said, “Don’t listen to Debbie. She just likes the attention. I tend to block her out”
“Thanks,” said Charlotte. “It’s okay, I’m used to Debbie embarassing me. You’re new here aren’t you?”
“Yup. My family moved here from Texas. I’m Claire Butler. I’ve already gotten a taste of Debbie. But enough about her, you knew that answer right away, eh?”
“Ya, I love science. It’s just so fascinating. In my spare time, that’s all I do is read up on science,” Charlotte said as she fiddled with her books, “Umm what are you doing tonight. I was thinking maybe we could hang out?”
“Oh I can’t. I’m sorry but my dad is just way too overprotective. He want’s me home right after school. But we could do lunch tomorrow if you’d like?”
Charlotte cracked a smile, “That would be great. See you then.”
As she was walking home Charlotte passed an immense house with a stunning garden out front filled with roses, daffodils and lilacs. While she was walking past she heard a very faint, soft voice say her name from behind her. She jumped and saw that nothing was there but the lovely garden. She thought she was hearing things and continued home.
***
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
Jaclyn stood beside Marco Irwing’s bedside as he awoke from his surgery. The drugs had worn off and he was coming to.
“Where am I?” wondered Marco as he opened his eyes and saw Jaclyn.
“You’re at Mount Sinai Hospital. You had an accident and you were severly injured, but we fixed you and you’re gonna be okay. You have no internal injuries which is good and you should be able to return home in a few weeks,” said Jaclyn as she looked into his eyes.
“My wife? Where’s Lena?” He tried to move but he was in too much pain.
Jaclyn replied, “She’s in the waiting room. I will get her for you. Just try to rest Marco.” She put her hand on his and rubbed it gently, “You’re lucky you are alive.”
***
Carolina Rodriguez
Toronto, Ontario
The rain poured down on Carolina as she stood at the bus stop. She had an umbrella in one hand while the other she used to talk on her cell phone.
“Ya, I don’t think I will do anything tonight. I’ve just been working a lot of overtime trying to pay the bills. I’m exhausted. I’m barely staying awake standing here. We can go out another night Maria. Ok. Bye.” She closed her phone and as she did, she could see the bus slowly making its way down the hill towards her.
When the bus stopped she got on and took a seat at the back alone. She had a while to go before it was her stop so she decided to close her eyes and have a little rest to gain some energy back.
Carolina awoke to the sound of horns honking and being thrown into the window and banging her head off the glass. The bus was out of control.
“Whats going on?” she shouted but as she looked around at the passengers, she saw that they were all dead. Some still in their seats, some on the floor.
She put her finger on the neck of the woman sitting in front of her to check her pulse. She was still alive. She was asleep. The bus was still moving. Cars were dodging it as it raced down the street. Carolina stood up and made her way across the bus and being shoved around. She made her way to the driver who, just like the rest was sleeping. She pulled the driver from his chair and threw him to the ground. She then jumped into the driver’s seat but before she could break, the bus smashed into a car causing the bus to flip ninety degrees onto its side.
The sound of sirens began to pour in and Carolina was shaking. Her hands and face had pieces of shattered glass stuck in them. She was in shock.
***
John-Michael Pocsai
Buffalo, New York
He stood before the corner store, mask on and knife in hand. It was three in the morning and the street was deserted, not a person in sight. He was about to enter when he suddenly had a change in heart.
“I can’t do this. This isn’t who I am.” He pulled the mask off his face, threw the knife onto the road and took a few steps back. He turned on his heel and ran down the street.
He entered a small church and kneeled before the altar. He folded his hands and stared at the statue of Jesus Christ. “Please, tell me what I am supposed to do. I cannot go on living this way. How did I become this? Stealing money to feed my daughter. No job. Lucky I even have a home and roof over her head. If Stacy could see what I have become, she would have died by a broken heart. Forgive me Father. Forgive me.”
As John-Michael made his way home he shed tears and thought about his life. He walked quietly through the door and made his way across the living room and into the bedroom at the back of the house. There, laying fast asleep was his eight year old daughter Kelly. He crept silently to her bedside, bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“From now on, things will be different. I promise,” he whispered.
***
Charlotte Brown
Costa Verde, California
“Claire, this may seem like a weird question but do you ever get the feeling like someone is following you?” asked Charlotte as she sat across from Claire at the table in the cafeteria.
Claire smirked, “Like all the time. Why are you asking?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just paranoid. No big deal. Hey there’s West.” Charlotte waved at him to come over from the other side of the cafeteria. He made his way towards them. “You two seem to be close. He’s a good guy. I’ve known him for a couple years. Has he asked you the robot or alien question yet?” Claire nodded her head.
“So what are you?” questioned Charlotte, but before Claire could answer West had already sat down.
“Hey guys. Oh, Claire when we are done do you mind if I speak to you alone? It’s kind of important.” He gave her a wide eyed stare as if it were some secret.
“Sure, I guess. I’m done now. Do you mind if we leave Charlotte?” Claire crumpled the wrapper of her sandwich.
Charlotte shook her head and waved goodbye to her friends. As they strolled away she heard the voice again. The same voice she had heard the day before when she walked past the garden of the rich house, but it was much more louder and clearer. At first she thought it was another student but the voice sounded strange, almost like it wasn’t human. She got up from her chair and followed the voice.
She kept following it until she reached a palm tree. She stared up a the palms as the rustled in the warm California breeze. She circled the tree to make sure there was oby hiding behind it but there was no one. The voice was coming from the tree. But that was impossible because trees can’t talk.
***
Dave Cocca
Los Angeles, California
Dave was in the basement of his parents house with his brother Adam, sorting through boxes. He was trying to find anything he could of his mother’s to bring home for memories.
“Here’s the necklace mom wore to your graduation Dave. Take it.” Adam held the gold necklace out and placed it into Dave’s palm. Dave smiled and then placed it into his pocket.
“There’s so many pictures in here. Like from before we were even born. She was so pretty.” Dave was flipping through a photo album. He suddenly stopped and stared at the page he was on.
Adam saw Dave’s face and asked, “What is it?”
Dave pulled the photo from the page and handed it to Adam. The photo was of three women. “That’s the woman who came and talked to me after the funeral. That’s Angela Petrelli on the right. The one in the middle is mom, but I have no idea who that is on the left.”
“That’s Ms. Pratt. She used to come visit mom all the time when I was young. You weren’t even born yet. I haven’t seen her in years. This Angela Petrelli woman doesn’t look familiar at all.” Adam gave the photo back to Dave. “Whoever she is though, she looks rich.”
Dave folded the photo and placed it in the pocket with the necklace. “Maybe Dad knows who she is.”
***
Jaclyn Pollington
New York, New York
“Thank Heavens you’re alive Marco,” cried Lena Irwing as she sat in a chair at his bedside. She turned her head towards Jaclyn. “And thank you Doctor, for saving his life.”
“It’s no problem. It’s my job. That’s what I do.” Jaclyn began to fill out paper work on her clipboard.
“Oh my God. Marco!” Lena screamed as Marco began going into shock. He began to shake and his eyes bulged from his head.
Jaclyn grabbed Lena by her shoulders and escorted her out of the room. “Sorry Mrs. Irwing you must stay out here.” She ran back into the recovery room and closed the door.
A half hour later, Jaclyn emerged from the room. Lena quickly made her way towards Jaclyn. “Please Doctor. Tell me he’s ok.”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Irwing. Marco is gone. We tried everything we could but we couldn’t save him.” Jaclyn could not look Lena in the eyes so she looked at the floor.
Lena shouted and fell to the ground, crying. “Why. How did this happen. He was fine, you said he was fine.”
“It turns out he had some internal injuries that we didn’t catch during surgery. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.” Jaclyn pulled Mrs. Irwing up from the floor and gave he ra hug, “I’m so very sorry. I truly am.”
***
John-Michael Pocsai
Buffalo, New York
John-Michael rolled over in his sheets as his alarm clock rang. He squinted at the time, it was 9:16 am. Just as he got out of bed and placed his feet on the floor, he felt something odd. It wasn’t the hardwood floor he was stepping on. It felt like paper. He looked down and jumped in shock at what he saw. There was money everywhere. It filled the entire floor.
“What the –“
To Be Continued…