The Chase - Chapter 2
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It took Claire a moment to find Nathan once she was back inside, the crowd seemed to press in all around her as she made her way towards him. As soon as she reached her dad, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway.
"Claire, that was-"
"Dad, its Sylar" Nathan could feel his daughter trembling. He immediately grabbed her arms and searched her eyes. "He was masquerading as someone else until he got me alone with him on the balcony. He wants to play a game."
Nathan was confused. "What do you mean? Did he hurt you?"
There was a fine trembling in all her muscles. "He kissed me."
Nathan was about to press her for more information but she shook her head. "We can't afford to lose any time. We have to get Angela and Peter and then I'll explain everything!" At his hesitant stance Claire pulled away. "Please Dad!"
"Let me make my excuses
The Chase - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. I took a heavy dose of L.J. Smiths Forbidden Game trilogy and mixed it with Heroes because that is the scene that my muse acted out with her action figures.
This is un-beta'd so if anyone is interested in being my beta please let me know!
This takes place in an AU where Sylar already has a few powers and doesn't need to kill, Claire is 18 and just graduated from high school.
Claire hated political functions. Ever since she had been publicly acknowledged by her father it had been one event after another. It didn't help that she had to have a date for the event. Not for lack of trying, her social life had taken a nose dive after word had gotten out that she was Nathan Petrelli's daughter.
Brian was a nice boy, too nice, too interested. Claire had seen it all night: the look in his eyes, the way he held her, the way he talked to her. He was such a nice guy, so handsome, and she felt no
Things You See: Chapter 1Things You See in a Graveyard / Legal Assassin
The years after Marni and Shiloh's death had been torture for Mag. Nathan had shut her out of his life after their deaths and spending almost two decades alone jumping through hoops and singing on command had left her a shell of the woman she used to be. She knew that while her voice had never sounded better, her spirit was shattered and she felt lost within herself. It had been almost five years since she had visited the graves of her best friend and god daughter, and it was time for her to say her goodbyes. Tomorrow she would tell Rotti that she was finished being the Voice of Geneco.
Despite the fact that she was bringing a death sentence onto herself, Mag had never felt so free, a smile present on her face where before there had only been a blank mask. The journey to the graveyard had never been a happy affair, but Mag felt joy as she walked through the gates. Her endless torture would end soon. She had nothing to live for here.