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| Scene Title | The Eight-Pointed Star, Part VIII |
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| Synopsis | Unite. |
| Date | February 27, 2020 |
Watching our every move
What was once Eve Mas stares up at the night sky above the ruins of Coyote Sands, lifting her palms to the stars. She closes her burning gold eyes, reaches out with a feeling, with a sense, and the sky begins to ripple like a heat mirage.
Losing time
Without the sun or moon
From a single dimpled point in space, a spiral-shaped aurora begins to spread outward across the sky. Shades of green and blue paint the desert sand in aquatic colors, tinged pink in places where the curtain falls furthest. Her lips part, a breath escapes her, and the aurora stretches down far enough to touch the ground.
Shadows they can't even touch the ground
This staircase is spiraling deeper down
Grass begins to sprout between the Entity’s toes, dead sand turning a rich shade of green as life returns to it. She takes one tottering step forward, leaving a verdant footprint in the earth blooming with vibrant orange flowers. Burning gold eyes open, and she spreads her hands and parts the auroral curtain, revealing a green landscape beyond, beneath a storm-wracked sky. It is raining there; a torrential downpour.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
The reflection of the auroral curtain in the Entity’s eyes only lasts so long before she makes a keening sound in the back of her throat and collapses down onto her knees. The curtain swings shut, the grass at her feet dies. She reaches up, curling fingers into her shirt at her chest. An exhausted, struggling breath escapes her. In the darkness behind her, Samson Gray looks as little more than a shadow.
You feel your body shake
Fear like a phantom waits
Thousands of miles away, Baruti Naidu slides a windsor knot up along a royal blue tie with gold print. He adjusts the collar of his near-black shirt, then the lapels of his suit jacket. In the mirror, he regards his appearance, smoothing a hand over the top of his head; freshly shaved. His luminous blue eyes then turn to a box of rings, picking out one embossed with an eight-pointed star to wear on his right hand.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Turning his back to the dressing mirror, Baruti looks to the young woman seated at an opposite dressing table, blonde hair being braided by two young women. Claire Bennet stares at her reflection, looking at the loose robe she’s been fitted with, shades crimson and vermillion with a golden floral print down one sleeve. She looks to Baruti, disgust painted on her face. She closes her eyes as the women finish braiding her hair, preparing her for what she has been told is to come.
Hold fast we must be brave
In the heart of the darkness
In the heart of the darkness
Thousands of miles away, Noah Bennet kneels in overgrown grass with his head bowed. A pair of roses are laid out on the ground in front of him. He had said his peace long ago, made his apologies, but there is nothing in his words that could truly express how he feels. The weight that sits in the middle of his chest that will never be gone. He has failed so many people he loved, but he will not allow that to happen again.
The quiet it swallows us
What's waiting around the corner
The sound of Hull’s footsteps approaching lifts Noah’s eyes from the ground. They say nothing to one-another, and Hull merely offers a sad smile to him in a show of sympathy. Noah slowly stands, brushing dead grass from his knees, and walks to her side. She looks back, to the pair of headstones set side by side.
Senses we cannot trust
LYLE BENNET — 6/16/1992 — 11/8/2011
SANDRA BENNET — 6/4/1967 — 6/17/2013
Hunted by unseen horrors
Thousands of miles away, the dark silhouette of a steel pyramid cuts a sharp silhouette against the setting sun. The brilliance of the sun causes the pyramid’s edges to appear to ripple and distort, though it is only a trick of the light. Candice Wilmer knows a thing or two about that. Lowering the binoculars from her face, she turns to look back over her shoulder and give an approving nod to the trio sitting with her in the ruins of what was once the Chabot Space & Science Center.
Shadows they can't even reach us now
There's no speck of light that can lead us out
Three identical blonde woman stand behind Candice, one checking the horizon with her own pair of binoculars, another sweeping her hair back from her face, and a third looking at Candice with an expectant expression. Candice makes a circular gesture with one hand, then starts marching toward the western face of the hills as darkness descends on the California Safe Zone.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Thousands of miles away, Michelle Cardinal stares into the reflective glow of a laptop screen. With a sigh, she leans back in her seat and massages at her eyes with forefingers and thumb. Once her vision adjusts to how dark the rest of her office has become, she sees the time on the clock as just past seven at night. She sighs again, this time more defeatedly, and slides her laptop shut. The presence of another person in the room with her causes her to jolt back.
You feel your body shake
Fear like a phantom waits
David Cardinal stands in silence inside of Michelle’s office, his hair shaggy and unkempt and beard long overdue for a shave. Her heart races the moment she locks eyes on him, one hand coming up to cover her mouth. She forgets that the door was locked. David takes a few steps toward her desk, and all Michelle can do is watch on in horror and confusion. From his pocket he produces a ring; cheap silver with an inset opal with two tiny chips of cubic zirconia on either side. He sets it down on her desk, then slowly takes a step back.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Michelle is frozen in place, unable to look away from David’s eyes. Her hand shakes, eyes divert down to the ring, and she looks back up with a confused shake of her head. Tears well up in her eyes, her jaw becomes unsteady, and she chokes back the pained noise of a sob that she has waited decades to make.
Hold fast we must be brave
In the heart of the darkness
Thousands of miles away, Kam Nisatta ascends a flight of stairs in a tall corporate office building. She stops at one level, looking out over the vista of Shanghai through the tall windows. Her focus becomes distant, attention now moving to her hand on the aluminum railing, the unfocused into a distant point in space. It is only the presence of a hand at her elbow that jolts her back to reality. A hand that is swiftly removed.
I can almost see the light
I can almost see the light
Claudius Kellar flashes Kam a Cheshire smile, brows lifting in the same expression. He moves past her, heading up the same flight of stairs toward a glass-walled board room. Kam looks away from the city skyline, up to the room filled with executives from Praxis Heavy Industries, then to someone she doesn’t recognize. A tall, thin white man with swept back hair and pale blue eyes. When their eyes meet, he slips away into the conference room.
Then it's gone
It takes all of Kam’s willpower to take the next step. She knows what waits for her in that room.
Gone
Thousands of miles away, under a circular skylight that rests beneath the thinnest sliver of a waxing crescent moon, Ra'id Abdul-Jalil Sabbagh sits cross-legged on a stone floor, a pure white length of woven cloth draped across his lap. His fingertips move over the threaded fabric, feeling for knots and imperfections in the weave the way a blind person reads braille. Standing behind him, Aida Baraka Sa'id stares up through the cylindrical skylight to the patterns of stars around the crescent moon, her eyes a milky white.
I can almost see the light
I can almost see the light
The two cease their prognostications in tandem, Ra’id lifts his hand from the fabric and twists to regard Aida behind him, who looks down from the sky with a tension in her expression at the corners of her eyes. She lifts one hand, fingers curled against her palm, as if holding something in her hand and clutches it to her chest. He mirrors the gesture, and rises to stand with the length of cloth draped over his shoulder. They have reached a consensus.
Then it's gone
The convergence has arrived.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Thousands of miles away, a shimmering burst of rainbow-colored light illuminates the dark of night. Peter Petrelli materializes in the woods, shadowed by pine boughs. There’s a hint of discomfort in his expression, though mild, as he strides forward and begins hastily running through the forest, eyes angled upward rather than straight ahead.
You feel your body shake
Fear like a phantom waits
Crashing through underbrush and deadfall, Peter’s booted feet leave tracks in the shallow snow underfoot. Through the pine boughs he can occasionally catch glimpses of the night sky and twinkling stars and the thin sliver of a crescent moon. But it isn’t the stars he’s looking for. When he finally reaches a small clearing, he stops and pivots, twisting and turning and searching the sky. What he wouldn’t give for Nathan’s help right now.
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
Here we are in the heart of the darkness
In the distance, dark shapes move among the stars, betrayed only by one leaking a plume of smoke from its side. Aircraft, several of them, moving through the sky in tight formation with no running lights. Praxis aircraft. Peter’s jaw tenses and he watches the aircraft moving across the sky with intensity in his dark eyes, the crescent moon reflected in them. When the aircraft move out of his line of sight he clenches his jaw and the air around him ripples like a mirage…
Hold fast we must be brave
…and he disappears in another burst of rainbow light.
In the heart of the darkness