Spoilers for up to A Clear and Present Danger
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"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean." -- William Shakespeare
Nathan awoke to an aching. He started to lift his head and winced at the pain in his neck. His hands and feet were tingling painfully and when he tried to lift them to his neck, nothing happened. He blinked dazedly. Slowly, the world around him came into focus. He was bound to a chair in the center of an almost completely bare room. The room looked like the living room to a house, Nathan could see what looked like a front door, but the walls were dingy. The air around him smelled of mold and age.
Where was he?
He heard footsteps approaching and tugged helplessly on the ropes. Who would it be? Peter? Mohinder? Not Sylar…
A young woman turned the corner and came into view.
"Hello, Mr. Petrelli." She said in a dry and pleasant voice. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."
She strolled casually past a small table set against the wall. From what Nathan could see it was the only furniture in the room, always excepting the chair to which he was tied. As she drew closer, Nathan re-evaluated his earlier assumption about her age. She was young, younger than Claire even. Maybe as young as 13 but certainly no older than 18.
Nathan cleared his throat and tried for bravado. "Alright, young lady, who are you?"
The girls eyes swam in sudden tears but she laughed loudly.
"Who am I? That's the million dollar question, Mr. Petrelli." She paused and looked away for a moment. "You know, we needn't be so formal. Do we Nathan?" She began walking around his chair in a slow stroll.
"Have you ever seen that game show? Let's Make A Deal?" She continued. "I haven't but it's just one of those things, isn't it? Everyone seems to know there was this show called Let's Make A Deal and you picked doors or something. "
Nathan tried to follow her and was surprised at how disconcerting it was to have her speaking from behind him. It made the vulnerability of his immobility somehow more pronounced.
"Well, you and I are going to play my version of Let's Make A Deal, Nathan." She said and as she walked back into his view he saw she was carrying a small hand gun.
"Here's the deal, Mr…" She chuckled. "I mean, Nathan. You tell me who I am and I'll let you go. Hell, I'll even drive you into town."
The girls face, which to this point had been composed into an nonchalant, almost pleasant expression seemed to instantly harden and darken, as if it were suddenly transmuted into black diamond.
"If you can tell me who I am and what you did to me, all will be forgotten."
Disconcertingly, the dark mask was banished again and she seemed to be smiling brightly.
She reached over and patted his cheek almost warmly, "Deal?"
She skipped across the room and sat on the table letting her legs dangle back and forth below her.
"So, Mr. Big Shot Senator. What's my name?"
Nathan started to open his mouth and inadvertently yelped as the floor board next to his right foot exploded in a shower of splinters.
When the ringing cleared his ears Nathan could hear her laughing. Great guffaws of mirth bubbling up and spilling over in torrents.
"You…you…you should have seen your FACE!" She cried through the laughter.
"You're insane!" Nathan yelled.
The girl wiped tears from her eyes and suddenly she wasn't laughing anymore but crying. "MmmHmm. Yep. I think so. It's to be expected but that's cheating Mr. Senator! That's asking for clues! No more clues!"
She jumped down from the table and brought the still burning muzzle of the gun so close to his face the heat was uncomfortable.
"What's my name?" She said darkly. "What have you done?"
To Be Continued...