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AU: From "I am become Death"/ Past!Peter has just shown up and from there it's AU.
A/N: So I know everyone is probably over this by now but I was re-watching Heroes the other day and Claire's line/reactions kind of sprouted the plot bunnies. Now this is mostly about her, the other characters, and an AU of the big bad future shown in 3x4. For the moment I have no beta [sad], no planned pairings and am alright with this being a one-shot if things don't go well. If there's a next chapter it will most likely be of the 'flash-back' variety….possibly from Sylar's POV or Peter's. First Heroes fic, reviews would be adored.
Okay, I'm done, enjoy!
They all thought she couldn't feel pain. That after so long fending for herself, fighting off the claws and empty promises of a never ending stream of father figures with an agenda she'd become numb. And for the most part…they were right. Physically at least there was nothing anymore, not even the tiny pin-pricks of sensation that use to let her know when her muscles were re-knitting themselves. She went to extremes when they started to vanish. The once strange detachment rising upward until finally she might as well have been made of plastic….or ice.
Whatever they hissed behind her back.
Inside though, she was a mess.
A never-ending storm of rage, hate, searing pain and cynicism that added that extra bite behind her words, the tiny flashes in her eyes that sent fear into most if not all her acquaintances. They complained that she was insane, inhuman…and she couldn't care enough to prove them wrong.
For all she knew they weren't.
"Costa Verde." Claire turned to Daphne and felt the shift inside herself before she could process it.
"Sylar." The word was bitter on her lips, l tainted by years of fighting, winning....and losing.
And just like that it was still, deadly quiet where there was only seconds before had been an earsplitting rage. Drowned out by that emotion that she swore she'd never feel again.
Fear.
Sylar.
There were essentially the same thing. Used to be interchangeable to everyone, the common enemy, the villain. Hate for that psycho ran deep in everyone who still caught flashes of him from the corner's of their eyes. He was a revenant, a cockroach, not matter how many times they stepped on him....he always came back. To hunt them down, tear them apart one by one until they were extinct. Or until he got bored. Fear and hate had become an integral part of their lives….as it was for every prey animal; and the one uniting factor for people across the world.
At least it used to be.
And just like that she was right back in the midst of it. Her Mother's accusatory glare, Peter's betrayal, the horrified anger of her Father worst of all, his abandonment.
Claire always thought that out of everyone she'd always have her father, no matter how deep she got, he'd be there.
Until he wasn't.
Until Sylar took everything away from her and kept it for himself.
Made her the Villain and himself the Hero.
Slowly the fear churning in her gut regained the sharp edges of that old familiar hate.
It would be better to simply let him go. The ramifications of killing Peter before he had the chance to take the path of his modern counterpart was too great. And in her experience, any attempt to change the future ultimately failed. Not to mention the fact that Costa Verde was a densely populated area and any incidents would reflect badly on the President's case for further spread of ability-granting drugs. For the safety and progression of the human race. The New Party line.
So it would only make sense to wait….if only to leave the choice to people with bigger agendas.
Claire didn't pause for a second, "Let's go."