Hi, I haven't written many stories on this site so, if it sucks, please tell me if I could do better. So… This story is a product of… way to much free time and an overactive imagination. I don't own any of the Heroes people, but I wish they were. Kansas Sucks.
Plus, I just wanna know if there are any guys who do this, or is it only girls who get crazy like this? If you know, tell me.
*Abby
" Ms. Campbell? Are you here?" I walked into the house feeling anxious. The last time I had seen Luke, he was being arrested. He would be back today.
" Lee?" She walked towards me quickly, she looked nervous, like she hadn't slept. Then I saw the red stains are the carpet behind her.
" Yea, I just wanted to know if Luke was back yet." Over the years I've developed a wonderful sense of knowing when and when to ask questions.
" Um, Luke, won't be coming back I don't think. I'm very sorry but you're going to have to go." She pushed me towards the still open door, and slammed it, making my ears ring.
I lived just down the street from Luke, he was three years older than I was, and being the only kids in our neighborhood, we were forced into a nervous friendship. He was bad, and I was the goody- two- shoes. But we got along well enough, and he had stood up for me more times than I could count.
It was annoying though, because he wasn't smart, and the only way we ever got to hang out anymore was when he needed tutoring. Not that I was hanging off his every word, I just wish that could be more careful.
As I walked back, I noticed that, even though she was home, their car was gone. What had he gotten himself into?
I remembered the sirens from the night before, as I walked into the house. I was a foster child, six years on this street, and no adoption calls. No one wanted kids over five. It sucks, but that's how it goes.
Luke was the only one I could talk to about this kind of stuff. He talked too, it worked, because we only saw each other like once a month.
Where was he? His mom was obviously scared out of her wits about something, something Luke had done? Was he kidnapped, did he run away? Why would he leave without telling me? That old guy at the taxidermy place down the street told me. So why wouldn't Luke?
I shouldn't say that, it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. That would be really cliché, and I hate cliché. I shouldn't be blaming anyone, I have a huge secret. No one knows it.
That's it!! My secret! It's all I need to find him. It's wasn't a matter of negotiation now. I had to find him, something bad must have happened for him to be gone so suddenly.
I walked into the house and jogged up the stairs to my closet sized bedroom. I would have to travel light. Grabbing a bag, I started stuffing the important things in, clothes, a pen, and a notebook.
Finally, I reached underneath my mattress and pulled out the 2,500$ I had been saving ever since I had gotten here. No one would miss me, they all thought I was this insane bookworm, who hated the sun. They were right about the bookworm part.
Walking towards the window, I shimmied down the tree and into the street, daylight was fading, and I knew I would catch up, eventually.
I wonder what her secret is. I hope you guys liked this, my words are a bit rusty I thing. If you have any ideas that would be great, I wanna get the next bit up with her soon though, but I might just flash over to Luke and Sylar. But ideas would be great, so would flames, whatever those are.
*Abby