Did She Really Just Die!? >>Open<<

[zenniel]

December twenty-third, two-thousand eight

Lauren felt the exact moment when Lance blew Lori up. At that moment she was working on a patient’s stomach, a delicate process that, with one wrong move, would kill the patient’s stomach. She almost dropped her scalpel, tearing the stomach in half, when she felt the horrible pain that flowed through her body. “Um, excuse me.” Lauren said, doubled over, “I just got this horrible stomach ache. Take over, please.”

And she rushed from the emergency room, out of the hospital, and to the park nearby. She hadn’t bothered to take off her work garb, just her gloves, and so was clothed in the light blue material. She tore off the cap and threw it in a trash can, and then collapsed on a bench, sobbing. She had always wished her sister would die so her mind would be her own, she’d always wished she could never again feel her sister’s mind pressing into hers.

And now her wish had come true.

Lori Heathan, twin sister to Lauren Heathan, on December 23, 2008, had died. Lori’s head felt clean and empty, devoid of everything. And ‘everything’ means everything. She was thinking nothing; she was in shock. She couldn’t concentrate on anything important, not her breathing, not her heart-wrenching and shoulder-moving sobs, nothing. She was free, but because she was free she was sad, she was more than sad—she had lost her mind. And there she was, sitting on the park bench crying her eyes out, and she didn’t even remember why.

[frenchie]

He wasn't sure why he had came here. He knew the reasons for being here, however didn't know the why. Thanks to his ability into see the future, a small gift from an important man that the Frenchman awoke one morning to find he's drawn a picture of him meeting a crying women on a park bench. Thanks to the hospital sign being drawn in the same picture, the Frenchman was able to find his way here. He was fortunate that he was doing business in Las Vegas and was able to get to Laughlin rather quickly so he could learn why he'd come to visit this crying woman.

He must have arrived early, because when he reached the area he draw he found to crying woman. Waiting for twenty minutes for her to show, he got bored and went to find a vending machine. Buying a tango can and a mars bar, he quickly returned and was delighted to find the young woman he'd drawn, sitting where she should be and crying like he draw. He would soon learn why fate had him come here and how she would affect his life, after all, he only draw things that were important to him.

Sitting next to her, he pulled out a silk tissue from his pocket, something he usually carried around with him but never really used. It was more of a fashion thing that a use thing. He held it between the two and offered "Something to dry your eyes?"

[blackregret21k]

Kevin was glad he got away from his brother. He did block out the what happened, but he couldn't believe he was still alive. Luckily he found a way out of the city. And now he was in Nevada, ironically. Kevin has never been in Nevada, so he decided to take a look around. Wondering through a park across from a hospital, which he thought was kinda funny. New life running around a park, and the dying just across the street.

Then he saw a young woman ran out of the hospital as she ripped off he head garment and threw it into a trash can. He wondered what was wrong. Shortly after she sat in the seat, another man appeared. He looked like he was there to help. Like he knew she was going to be there. This confused Kevin. Pitiful. Kevin thought he would have some fun with these two. A grin grew onto his face. He quickly made a wall between them. The tissue couldn't be grabbed by the weeping woman.

[zenniel]

Lauren’s shock was not going to help her in this time and space. First off, she couldn’t rightfully remember why she was crying. Second, she couldn’t remember what she was doing here. Third, the only reason why she remembered her name was because of the name tag on her shirt. And she didn’t even know if that was her name.

Then, out of the blue, a man sat down next to her. Lauren didn’t want to look at the man for fear that she had known who he was before but didn’t know now. However, he prompted a response from her when he handed her a silk handkerchief. Did she know him or was he a random person?

“Oh, um, yeah,” Lauren said, and automatically reached for the handkerchief.

She thought she was going insane—maybe she was already insane, she was just realizing it again—when she found she couldn’t accept the tissue. This was crazy; this was insane! No matter how hard she tried, her grasping hand could not reach the tissue. Panic seized her and she collapsed into yet another crying fit. This time, however, Lauren knew why she was crying as opposed to before, when she hadn’t remembered anything at all.

[frenchie]

The Frenchman looked with curiosity as Lauren tempted to reach for the tissue, but for some reason struggled with the task. At first, he believed it was something to do with her distraught state of mind, however as he moved the tissue forward, he felt the same barrier that was preventing her from accepting his gift. His hand scaled the edge of the barrier, it felt like rubbing up against a small wall however there was nothing to see that could explain it. But then the Frenchman remembered something, he had a second sight so to speak, a donation from the charitable serial killer known as Sylar.

Intuitive Aptitude allowed him to see things in a much different perspective. It allowed him to see how things worked by simply looking at them. Fortunately, this also meant he could see how this barrier worked. He saw the energy particles fight together to create the invisible wall that separated the crying woman and the foreigner. But not only did he see what was blocking them, but who. His power also let him view the source, it was a small boy and just by looking at him, the Frenchman could tell that this boy was disturbed.

He hoped that the dark look the Frenchman shot at the boy would be enough to scar him away, but just to make sure this boy understood that the Frenchman wasn't a person to mess with, he aimed his fingers towards the barrier, and when the woman was blinded by her tears, he shot out a silent laser that shattered the barrier. He then slid closer to Lauren and held the tissue above her lap. "Who did you loose? If you don't mind me asking."

[blackregret21k]

Kevin laughed as he noticed the woman begin to cry again. He laughed that she couldn't reach the tissue because of him. But then he knew he was in trouble, the man saw him. He didn't know how but he found him. He felt a surge go through him, like a static shock. He squinted just a bit, for it wasn't that painful. His mouth dropped in the shock. The man found the wall and destroyed it. This walls destruction sent the shock through his body.

Kevin became furious with this man, and he thought he should show him his place. But how he didn't know. For know he would think of the way to bring down this man. For now he had to continue hiding. He ran from the sight of the two, hoping that they didn't notice him run across. Finally stopping behind a building inside the park. This building obviously held the lawnmower and other stuff to clean the lawn. He knew this because of the garage door that he was resting upon. He stood there resting, catching his breathe before he peeked around the corner, to see the two.

[zenniel]

Lauren didn’t notice anything. All she knew was that she was crying and going insane. Going insane because she couldn’t grasp the tissue. Crying because something bad had happened. She felt now, though, that she did not, in fact know the guy. That was good… she thought.

He moved closer to her, which only aided in the fact that she thought she was going crazy. He once again handed her the tissue. Should she try to grab it this time? She took a look at her lap and realized that, if she didn’t stop crying now, there’d be a mini lake forming there soon. Besides, she didn’t remember why she was crying in the first place.

Lauren was surprised when she took the tissue from his hand.

As she used it to mop up her face, she frowned. The man’s question was hard in two ways—she had no idea why she was crying and she had no idea who he was: she didn’t like talking to strangers, that much she knew. But she furrowed her brow, thinking hard. “My name is Lauren.” She said finally, and mopped up a stray tear. “Someone died.” That much she also knew was true.

[frenchie]

"Well Lauren, my name is John," He announced, it had been awhile since he used a proper name. For most situations, the moniker the Frenchman always seemed to work, however now, it didn't see appropriate right now, so choose to use the English version of his name, well his first name anyway. He wasn't comfortable about displaying his full name, that always led to too many problems in the past and the Frenchman wasn't in any mood to repeat them. His name made him too vulnerable to those who could find him when he wasn't at his strongest.

"I know how you feel. I lost my mother a few years back. The world didn't feel right without her for a while," The Frenchman, now going by the name John for the duration of this conversation. He placed his hand on her shoulder to give support, and to help her. Energy that would feel her passed through the fabric of her clothing. Using the power he obtained from his mother, he healed her. He doubted she had any wounds, but that wasn't what he was trying to heal. His power had the ability to make people feel better and replenished. Hopefully his power would be able to have the same effect on Lauren.

[blackregret21k]

Kevin was getting bored and decided that fate would bring him back to this woman later. He needed to get on with the day. So as he made this decision, he took his leave, getting deeper into the small forestry area.