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Heroes- Chapter 3William Beckett
William woke up in an empty bed. He sighed. Hed probably just dreamt it all. He turned and looked at the alarm clock on the table. It read 10:43. He climbed out of the bed. He saw a note on the coffee table, and he read it:
Went out early with Victoria and Ryland to visit Patrick at his apartment. Didnt want to wake you.
William smiled to himself. He hadnt dreamt any of it.
William and Gabe had clicked almost immediately. William liked how Gabe was sweet, yet serious when he needed to be. And it seemed like Patrick and Pete were getting along well, too.
Might as well get dressed. William thought. He took off the old t-shirt and boxers hed slept in and pulled on a clean shirt and a pair of jeans. He pulled on his coat, and stepped out of the house.
I dont think Patrick will mind if I drop in.. William thought. He walked down the street to the apa
43 Funny Quotes from FRB Bands1. "It's all me, Suarez. You like that?"
2. Pete: "Where is this going?"
Interviewer: "On our website."
Pete: "Do you want your website to have like, a ton of views?"
Pete: "I would totally do Patrick Stump."
3. Pete: "Me and my comrade have kidnapped him. I don't have a list of demands yet and 80 VIRGINS! NOW!!"
Patrick: *Muffled* "Help me."
Joe: "Look this delicious stomach!"
Pete: "Talk into the microphone!"
Joe: "Look at this delicious stomach!"
Patrick: *Muffled* "Help me."
4. Interviewer: "What about you, what's your biggest insecurity?
Brendon: "Um, I have my mother's hips, so..."
Interviewer: "What do you mean by that?"
Brendon: "Well, I've got her body type so I have to..."
Jon: "He has an apple bottom."
Brendon: "Yeah, I have an apple bottom."
5. "I mean, look at this thing! I can't even see where I'm going! I can't even make love to a woman! What am I suppose to do? 'Honey, I love ya?' What is this?"
-Brendon Urie, on wearing a fish tank
Heroes- Chapter 5Gabe Saporta
Philadelphia International Airport.
How are you? Im bored out of my mind right now. I hope youre having more fun than I am. Im sitting in the food court at PHL with Ryland and Victoria, who are currently arguing about who pays for food. I hope things are going well back home.
Sure, I have my laptop, but nobody writes real letters anymore, and I want this one to be special.
I miss you more every day. I miss crawling into bed with you every night, I miss sneaking kisses to you, and I miss seeing your smiling face when I wake up in the morning. I miss it when you blush, too. Im makes me smile when your cheeks fill up with color.
Im going to be so happy when I get home. But business is business, so I have to take care of this. We should only be gone a week or two.
It was really sweet of you to write me a letter. Things arent too interesting back home, either. Pete and Patrick are making me j
Heroes- Chapter 2William Beckett
William's phone rang at exactly 10:47 in the morning. He picked up, not recognizing the caller ID.
Hello? William said.
William Beckett? The person on the other line asked. He recognized the voice.
How did you know my name?
Tell me why youre calling. William demanded.
Before my father died, he made a list of people with special abilities, Gabe explained. And youre on that list.
That explains it. William said.
William, my name is Gabe Saporta. Im coming to visit you and your friends.
Pete woke up with a start. He was lying on the floor, which was surrounded by broken glass. He stood up to look in the full view mirror in his room. His clothes were stained with blood, and his face was streaked with dirt and blood.
Good morning, Peter. His ref
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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