Here is the edited version of the prologue. Enjoy!

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Claire Bennet was in way over her head.

Many expected her to be great, but in truth, while she may have been physically immortal, the pain from her past and the anxiety of her present filled her at almost every moment, and followed her like a curse. The things that haunted her were not tangible, but instead the sort of horrors that pounce in the darkness and fill you with despair in the worst of moments. And this moment was certainly one of those.

All the 24-year-old could do was sit in the cell and wonder what fate awaited her when her captors came for her. She could not feel physical pain, and her body regenerated instantly, so torture was not a problem. But she still could not shake the sense of foreboding and despair that threatened to overwhelm her as she sat in the small room.

Who were these people, and what did they want with her?

No matter how hard she tried to think she couldn't remember seeing any of the faces of her captors before, but it was likely that there was someone behind her abduction that she did know but hadn't seen. After all, working for Primatech did earn one a considerable amount of enemies, and she was fairly certain that her current situation had something to do with her work. She had been working for the newly reformed Primatech for two years now. She did all sorts of missions for them, going into the field and saving lives. The new Primatech was all about doing what was best for both the 'specials' and the rest of the public, and was thus much more diplomatic in their approach to situations, rather than the old 'bag-and-tag' system.

Claire was interrupted from her thoughts when the unmistakable sound of a key scratching against a lock reached her ears, and within moments the door swung open with a screech. Two men dressed in dark blue uniforms marched in through the door and stepped over to her, their faces blank of any emotion.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want with me!" Claire exclaimed, furious yet afraid at the same time as she attempted to back further into the corner, but her back was already against the cold, stone wall. All knowledge of self defence had retreated into the darkest recesses of her mind, and she had no idea what to do.

The two men did not reply but instead gripped her arms and pulled her up off the floor, forcing her to stand on her shaking legs as they began to shove her out of the room. She resisted, but being handcuffed made any decent attempt at escaping the guards impossible. With much screaming and cursing from Claire, they managed to shove her from the cell and then continued to propel her down the corridor bit by bit. Every time she stopped and tried to get away from them, they would turn her back in the right direction and shove her forwards, faces as emotionless as ever.

After much struggling to get through what seemed like a labyrinth of corridors, the three of them arrived at what seemed to be their destination.

Claire gulped with anticipation as the guard to her left grabbed her arms and held her in front of him to prevent her from getting away, while the guard on her right stepped forward and pulled a card from his pocket. He swiped it over a device on the side of the large door and the lights above it flashed green as the door slid open. The guard holding Claire shoved her inside, and she landed on the floor where she remained, breathing heavily, exhausted from her struggling. Her hands were still cuffed in front of her and she propped herself up on her elbows, trying to get a vague understanding of her surroundings. She realized that the room she was now in was not another cell as she had first thought. It was white, and a steel table was situated in the middle of it, flanked by two tables either side of it. It was almost twice the size of her original cell, and the floor was made of tiles.

"Hello there Miss Bennet. How nice of you to join us," a cool voice said, and Claire shivered involuntarily. Before she could turn to see who had come in, a hand gripped her upper arm. She pulled away instinctively and shuffled awkwardly on her knees as she tried to stand, but hands shoved her back down.

Looking up, Claire saw a man standing before her. He would have been at least 60, with piercing grey-blue eyes and a maddening smirk.

"Get away from me old man. Who are you? Where am I? What do you want with me?" Claire questioned angrily.

The man remained undisturbed by her yelling. "You may call me Mr Linderman. As for where you are, I am afraid I cannot tell you that. And as for what I want with you, well, I need your help, my dear girl."

Something clicked in Claire's head, and she blinked blearily. Linderman? Impossible! "Linderman is dead," she responded.

"Obviously not, as I am standing before you very much alive," he replied with a chuckle.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Everyone with an ability knows who you are Claire," he scolded. "Former cheerleader, biological daughter of Nathan Petrelli and Meredith Gordon, adopted daughter of Noah Bennet and the former Sandra Bennet, now Sandra Douglas, neice of Peter Petrelli, grand daughter of Angela and Arthur Petrelli and current employee of Primatech paper company. You have the ability to heal, no matter what happens to you, and the only way to kill you is to stab you in the back of your head, which heals the moment the weapon is removed and you come back to life once more. Not only do I know who you are, but I know what you can do. I know your past and your present, and I am the one who will determine your future."

Claire opened her mouth to reply, but before she was able to she heard feet shuffling behind her and someone cleared their throat. She then turned and saw that there were others in the room, a fact she had overlooked in her own fear and anger. One was a man in an operating gown, and the other was a young woman with short, spiky hair that was a vivid pink.

"Allow me to explain something to you," Linderman ordered coolly, and Claire turned back to look at him. "I might as well tell you everything, especially seeing as you are never going to leave here and you might as well know your fate. You are now my prisoner, Miss Bennet. You will not be leaving here, as I have already mentioned. There will be no escape. I am attempting to find a cure for something, and your blood is going to help me do it, with or without your cooperation or consent. You have no rights. You are now officially a lab rat. I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Never!" Claire hissed. "I will never be your lab rat. My father has lied, cheated and even murdered to protect me from this!"

"I am afraid you have no choice, Miss Bennet," came the emotionless reply. "Guards," he finished softly, and, despite the closed door between them and him, the two guards outside the door opened it and walked inside. They picked Claire up off of the cold floor with ease, despite her struggling. She was shoved onto the table and her hand cuffs were removed. She rejoiced at the removal of the restraints, but the relief was short lived as her wrists and ankles were shoved into bonds that pinned her to the table.

The man in the operating gown stepped up to the one side of the bed, and Claire looked up at him and hissed, "Stay away from me, you-"

"I suggest you watch your language Miss Bennet," Linderman said with a smirk as he walked up to her bed on the other side, looking down on her with his snake-like eyes. "Dr Powell, please proceed."

The man, Powell, turned around and Claire saw that in his hand he held a a needle. A big one. She winced as it neared her. She may not have been able to feel pain, but that didn't mean she liked the idea of something sticking into her.

She tried to struggle against her bonds, but it was futile. Powell approached the operating table with a wicked grin on his face, and brought the needle down to jab into her arm. Claire felt it enter, but felt no pain. At first.

Then, all of a sudden, everything felt as though it was on fire. Burning. All she could feel was burning. Claire let a pained scream come out of her mouth as her body shook with waves of pain. Tears streaked down her face as the pain began to subside, and she was left feeling a little more to then usual. She was breathing hard and trying to remain as calm as possible, but all she could think of was how in the world it was possible for whatever was in that needle to make her feel such agony.

"You see, Miss Bennet," Linderman began. "I wish to discover the secret to eternal life, or at least a way to stop a person from feeling pain, but allow them to still keep their sense of touch. And you, my dear, are the key to this. First of all, we are working out how to make you feel pain, and then we will work out how to make someone who does feel pain, not feel pain. I hope that makes sense to you, but I understand if you are not feeling your best at the moment. We will just stick with the burning for today, Dr Powell. Notify me if you make any discoveries as to how to keep the effects of the poison working for longer than a few moments."

And with that, Linderman turned and walked out of the room, followed by the two guards, and Powell stepped up to the operating table with another needle in his hand, ready to do the whole thing again.

"No, please! I will do anything! PLEASE! STOP! AHHHHHHHH!" Claire's scream echoed through the facility, and the last thought to go through her head before the darkness enveloped her echoed through her head.

Peter...help me...

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