Chapter Two
"Chameleons"
Maya Herrera - Kanyakumari, India
"Peter!?" Maya exclaimed, disbelief and dissapointment mingling sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. For a moment she'd thought...
"Sorry Maya, you weren't supposed to see me here" Peter Petrelli told her, getting to his feet.
Maya simply turned away, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, it's just, I thought I should pay my respects and..." Peter trailed off.
"It's fine, it's good to see you again." she told him half-heartedly. She turned to face him, but he had gone.
Returning to the beach, Maya wiped the dirt off the long shite sari she was wearing, trying not to look flustered. It had been a long day.
"Excuse me?" a pretty indian woman addressed Maya, approaching with a pleasant smile.
"Yes?"
"You were a close friend of Mohinder's, yes?" she asked.
"That's right, we met in New York." she told her, wondering why she was so interested.
"Mira, Mira Shenoy" she said, extended a hand to Maya "Me and Mohinder... we, how do you say?.. Had history."
"I see, I'm very sorry." Maya sinabi sincerely, but whilst feeling a pang of annoyance (or was it, perhaps jealousy?).
"If you would like, we will be going for a drink later, if you can come I'd pag-ibig for you to sumali us." she said, indicating a group of what Maya assumed were Mohinder's old unibersidad peers.
Maya smiled, pausing for time, the last thing she wanted was to be drilled for information sa pamamagitan ng Mohinder's ex. "I'd be delighted" she told her.
"Maya? Maya Herrera?" came a sudden voice from the crowd behind her.
Turning around she found herself face to face with Peter again.
"Oh, hi" she sinabi "What happened? Your clothes are... didn't you have a scar a minuto ago?"
To Be Continued...
"Chameleons"
Maya Herrera - Kanyakumari, India
"Peter!?" Maya exclaimed, disbelief and dissapointment mingling sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. For a moment she'd thought...
"Sorry Maya, you weren't supposed to see me here" Peter Petrelli told her, getting to his feet.
Maya simply turned away, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, it's just, I thought I should pay my respects and..." Peter trailed off.
"It's fine, it's good to see you again." she told him half-heartedly. She turned to face him, but he had gone.
Returning to the beach, Maya wiped the dirt off the long shite sari she was wearing, trying not to look flustered. It had been a long day.
"Excuse me?" a pretty indian woman addressed Maya, approaching with a pleasant smile.
"Yes?"
"You were a close friend of Mohinder's, yes?" she asked.
"That's right, we met in New York." she told her, wondering why she was so interested.
"Mira, Mira Shenoy" she said, extended a hand to Maya "Me and Mohinder... we, how do you say?.. Had history."
"I see, I'm very sorry." Maya sinabi sincerely, but whilst feeling a pang of annoyance (or was it, perhaps jealousy?).
"If you would like, we will be going for a drink later, if you can come I'd pag-ibig for you to sumali us." she said, indicating a group of what Maya assumed were Mohinder's old unibersidad peers.
Maya smiled, pausing for time, the last thing she wanted was to be drilled for information sa pamamagitan ng Mohinder's ex. "I'd be delighted" she told her.
"Maya? Maya Herrera?" came a sudden voice from the crowd behind her.
Turning around she found herself face to face with Peter again.
"Oh, hi" she sinabi "What happened? Your clothes are... didn't you have a scar a minuto ago?"
To Be Continued...
Sylar raised his eyebrows slightly as Noah left the room, closing the door with a soft snap.
Moments later, the door slowly started to open again.
Internally, Sylar braced himself. He didn't know who this "Enforcer" was, but he was sure he didn't want to find out. After a few moments, he heard the door open, and several footsteps. Several moments later, the door closed again with a snap.
He looked up at the Enforcer. It was a fairly tall woman, wearing black pants and a black tube top. She was wearing silver hoop earrings. Her black curly hair was cropped very shirt, save for a thick lock of 'bangs' on the right side of her face. There was a scar over her lip, and a long one that stretched across most of her forehead. There was also one over one of her eyes.
One of her piercing, almost silver, light gray eyes.
It was Dorian.
Moments later, the door slowly started to open again.
Internally, Sylar braced himself. He didn't know who this "Enforcer" was, but he was sure he didn't want to find out. After a few moments, he heard the door open, and several footsteps. Several moments later, the door closed again with a snap.
He looked up at the Enforcer. It was a fairly tall woman, wearing black pants and a black tube top. She was wearing silver hoop earrings. Her black curly hair was cropped very shirt, save for a thick lock of 'bangs' on the right side of her face. There was a scar over her lip, and a long one that stretched across most of her forehead. There was also one over one of her eyes.
One of her piercing, almost silver, light gray eyes.
It was Dorian.