Simone's Breaking Point

You come in
You don't want him to die
You left because Isaac
Told you his lie
About the drugs
And how he can paint the future
But only when he's high
And now you say
You should leave him here to die
Finally, something that make sense, said he
But you have to many people dropping dead on you already
He wants you to leave
Him handcuffed to a wall
But you tell him that its not his call
You ask for a key like the one you'll bring
Unknowing that its your downfall
Isaac ate the key
Or did he throw it away?
Like you might try to do someday
You take a wood hammer
And pound it on the floor
That'll do it, that'll do it
You pound some more
He never loved you, Simone
Not ever
Not now
But you loved him
You just don't know how
If he wants to die
That's all right by you
And you are not going to stop him too
But
You can paint the future!
Is what one day you'll have said
You better save Isaac
Because just like me
You don't really
Want him dead

By: Annie S.

Based on the deleted scene, "Simone's Breaking Point," from the epsiode, Genesis.

Isaac

Black ink splatters everywhere
In the paint-filled cluttered room
He's just trying to save the world
Before New York goes
Boom
There's not such thing as perfection, you say
But then there's Genesis
You have your answer
And Simone
Makes you moan
With Anger
So let's all paint a future without her in it
That'll do it, that'll do it
That's enough with the drugs
But at least you can say
They're better than hugs
So help HRG
See how his daughter will die
'Cause he promised you'll do it
Without getting high,
You're
just
not
sure
why.
Then we all start to wonder
If you speak Japanese
As Hiro's name flows out with ease
He saw you on the floor
And oh yeah, you were dead
But the man who will cut off your head
Who fills us all with dread,
He's taken care of
For another day, at least
He says he's not a monster
But he is-to say the least
And Isaac,
As he puts on a shirt
We all cry out in sorrow
Maybe he'll take it off tomorrow.
Now it's covered in paint
As he looks for Peter's fate
The man he almost hates
Who stole Simone away
But she keeps coming back
Just like that bombA
nd it's worse every time
And for both we have Peter to blame
He has to be stopped
But why'd you do it, Isaac?
And where'd you get those marks?
And you are nothing.
Nothing to Pete
Nothing but a junkie
And it has
nothing
to do
with me
So gun in hand
He spins around
And Simone shoulda never brought back that key
Why didn't Isaac see
That this would be her downfall
fall
fall to the ground
That's paint on the canvas
Though it really looks like blood
So this is what the end looks like
And this is what the killer looks like
Now this is usually the part
Where people start screaming
If only we were dreaming
And though to some he is a zero,
He finally gets to be a hero
How can this really be the end?
I know we will see him again
And IsaacA
s he screams one last time
We all cry out in sorrow
Maybe he'll come back tomorrow

-By Kara S.

Isaac Mendez Gallery

Without You

This song, written by Jonathan Larson, is dedicated to Isaac Mendez

Without you, the ground thaws
the rain falls
the grass grows

Without you, the seeds root
the flowers bloom
the children play

The stars gleam
the poets dream
the eagles fly
without you

The Earth turns
the sun burns
but I die, without you

Without you, the breeze warms
the girl smiles
the cloud moves

Without you, the tides change
the boys run
the oceans crash

The crowds roar
the days soar
the babies cry
without you

The moon glows
the river flows
but I die without you

The world revives
colors renew
but I know blue
only blue
lonely blue
willingly blue
Without you

Without you, the hand gropes
the ear hears
the pulse beats

Without you, the eyes gaze
the legs walk
the lungs breathe

The mind churns
the heart yearns
the tears dry without you

Life goes on
but I'm gone
'cause I die, without you
without you
without you
without you.....

Eulogy part 2

Isaac Mendez was quite something. And I say this in the most flattering of ways. I truly do not know where to begin in describing Isaac, in describing his life. Isaac was, above everything else, an artist. He loved creating beautiful things, and he did it very well. It brought out a sort of passion in him that is a rare find these days. The works of Isaac Mendez were something special. Ranging from realistic paintings of dying cheerleaders to snappy comic-type sketches, his art was as varied and fascinating as the man behind them. Isaac lives on through these glorious works of art, as they help guide us through our lives and let us see what is in store for the world.
Aside from being the talented young painter that he was, Isaac was many other things. He was a very special man. He possessed one of the most interesting and helpful abilities known to man. He could paint picutres depicting the future, a skill which turned out to come in handy to many a folk. He struggled at first, because he found that he was unable to access this ability without the help of drugs, but he worked hard, determined to overcome this, and eventually succeeded. Yes, it is a sad fact that Isaac had that darker part of his life, but he was able to overcome that, too, trying and trying and trying some more to free himself from life as a junkie.
And then there was Simone. Let her rest in peace. Isaac cared about Simone more than he knew how to say. He kept her in a special place in his heart, even through the toughest of times, even when she had no faith in him and turned to another man for comfort, and even when she sadly passed away.
Isaac, oh Isaac. How we miss you so. How we wish to seek revenge on your killer. And we, dear friend, shall not stop until we succeed.
But it's important to concentrate on the happy times. Like how you always had a joke up your sleeve when it came to Simone and her foolishness. How you were the most determined young man I have stumbled upon in my many years. How it is because of you, Isaac, YOU, that the New York City explosion did not happen. You always said how you wanted to be a hero. Well, you were very heroic, young man. You fought the good fight, and that's all that could be asked of you.
Oh, were you oh so wise. Your last words were those of someone four times your age, and how you had so much perspective is anybody's guess.
Isaac, Isaac, Isaac. Your name can not be repeated enough. Your best moments, though I have watched them countless times, cannot be watched enough. So all I have to say is this: Where are you? Where are you, Isaac? Please come back to us. Life has no meaning, without you.
And so, Isaac, all I really have left to say is how I miss you so, and how I hope you are happy, wherever you are.
Love,
Kara S.

Eulogy

Isaac was loyal fellow. A good man. He had recently suffered a great loss and was still grieveing, but none the less, I believe that he was happy. He was young and in his prime. WHY DO THE GOOD DIE YOUNG?! Excuse me, I should learn to control my outbursts. It's just, I am so sad at the loss of such a couragous young whipper snapper that it brings tears to my eyes at the mention of his name, the sight of his artwork, the sound of his yelling at Simone. Dear Isaac, why did you leave us like this? Why must life go on without you? Of course, you were very brave. Not as brave as I am, for I feared for you at the time of your death. We do not blame Sylar. It was quite a mistake. What a sad thing to thing to think that you're death was a mistake, and I do not wish to think of it as that. Your time had come. It was time for you to die. And now, it is time for you to return. For I miss you Isaac. I can't imagine another day without seeing your happy paint covered face and that smile that you made when Simone was being a fool. Of course, I can just watch season 1, but its not the same Isaac! IT'S NOT THE SAME!
Love, Annie S. (breaks into tears)