Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming beautiful exterior.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture,
But you're barely scraping by,
You're barely scraping by.
Dashboard Confessional
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'Heroes' is not mine.
AU. I'm sure you can figure it out…
They didn't like the idea of saving the world. Destroying it sounded more like fun.
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Seeing New York explode was certainly an eye-opener. Bit of a chest opener as well, if the wounds she sustained counted for anything.
Naturally, she knew that any injury would just heal itself – that was what being indestructible got you, right? – But seeing Peter go BOOM, even with the power to 'reboot his system'… No one could survive that; not even the infamous Peter Petrelli, Power Stealer and Nurse Extraordinaire.
It was certainly enough to give her nightmares.
He was meant to be the strong one. He saved the Cheerleader, why should saving the world be any different? Yeah, ok, there are a few more people. But c'mon. He's like Superman! A few billion shouldn't pose a problem.
Bloody Sylar and his obsession with brains.
Bloody Ted Sprague and his glowing hands.
Bloody Peter and his hero complex.
Fuck it, bloody evolution.
Bloodied fingers brushed through matted hair, and it was all she could do to stop herself bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter at the irony of her current situation.
"This is so screwed up."
"You could say that."
Jumping slightly, she glanced at the man strolling towards her from her position propped up against the wall. Upon seeing him, she turned her head away, feigning disinterest.
"Oh. It's you."
Sylar's smirk was barely visible through the layer of ash and dust settling upon the lump of rock that was once New York.
"Don't look so surprised."
A small sigh escaped her lips.
"You here to eat my brain, then?"
"You could put it that way."
"You're an idiot. Shouldn't you be dead?"
"Well you're a slut! No, why should I be?"
"Harsh! That was way below the belt. Who do you think you are? Clark bloody Kent?" She smirked. "I thought Hiro stabbed you."
Sylar snorted. "Hardly." He paused, sitting down beside the prone woman. "Anyway. What does Superman have to do with anything?"
"Nothing… It's just… Well, you're alive, aren't you? Any normal person would have died by now… How the hell did you survive the bomb?"
"…" He shrugged.
"Hmm."
The young woman shook her head slowly as she observed what remained of Kirby Plaza.
"This is really surreal."
Sylar turned his inquisitive gaze upon her.
"What is?"
"Well, you know. New York going nuclear, Peter dying, me surviving, sitting here with you – my worst enemy." She sighed, "It's just not right."
"I admit, there are people I would rather be sat here with…"
She snorted. "Charming."
As silence fell upon the duo, the blonde couldn't help but notice that, even in its decrepit state, New York was more beautiful now than it has ever been.
"Does it hurt?"
Sylar raised an eyebrow, somewhat startled by the sudden change of tone.
"Does what hurt?"
"Y'know… the brain thing?"
He laughed gently. "You tell me." A haphazard grin clung to his lips.
Despite herself, Claire smiled.
"I'll be sure to"
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This is just a random oneshot that I came up with xD. Ja. Tell me what you think?