Title: Despondency
Fan dom: Heroes
Rating: T
Notes and Spoilers: Through Volume 2: Chapter 11: Powerless
You once told me that you owed me your life because I saved your daughter's life. I never really bonded you to that promise, but on November 8, 2006 you came with a gun in your hand waiting to fulfill that promise.
But you didn't shoot me did you? No, until now. So, I think you still owe me this favor.
"When should I come to collect?"
Chapter 1
Claire Bennet stared at the TV. She could not believe what she saw on the screen.
She could taste the bile at the back of her throat, causing her tongue to burn. Gasping to breathe she clenched her cell phone and went into her room.
The phone rang for a few seconds without answer she worried about it going to voice mail when it finally picked up.
Claire began to breathe heavy into the phone as the all she got was dead silence on the other side.
Just as she decided she was ready to speak, the phone hung up. She immediately dialed the number again. Someone answered before. That was a good sign right?
The phone rang. "Answer!" she screamed.
On the other side, a man glared at the phone upset that someone was calling. Did they not know he was busy?
He kissed his brother on the forehead.
"I'm so sorry," the man cried. "I messed this all up. I thought I was protecting you. And the world from what I am. For what I almost did. And what I can do..."
He picked up the phone, and this time saw a name on the display. This time he answered the phone.
"Claire."
"Peter?"
"Yeah..."
Claire held her breath. His voice was low. So broken. So hollow. It must be true. Nathan was dead. Her father was dead.
"It's true..."
Peter closed his eyes tightly but the tears came. The tears escaped from his clenched eyes.
"All he wanted to do was the tell the world. About who we are. And he was killed for it."
Claire gasped and dropped the phone.
"No..." she whispered as she shook her head. "No..." "No!" she screamed.
She fell to her knees and cried.
"No."
She said it repeatedly, trying to convince herself that it was not true. But it was–wasn't it? She threaten the company and they paid her back; they sent her a message.
"No."
"Claire?" the voice from the phone called. "Claire."
Claire wiped away her tears and picked up the phone.
"It's all my fault."
"What are you talking about?" Peter asked.
"They did this because of me. I told them. I told them. I told them..." she repeated, her voice breaking off with each attempt, "That I would expose them. And that is why..."
"It's not your fault. Claire."
Claire started to laugh hysterically. "It isn't? But but...we can save him...we can..."
Peter closed his eyes and thought of Claire. And when he reopened them he was standing in front of Claire.
Claire blinked in amazement. She did not even spare the time wonder how or why. Peter was here. She was not yet over the fact that her Uncle Peter was alive, and now Nathan, the father she just started to get to know, and to love was dead. It was crazy.
"Peter?"
Peter wrapped Claire into his arms and the two vanished.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well, the title of this story, I think says it all. Dang show. I am so depressed. I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Yes, it is a little short, but keep in mind that is an opening installment. Please tell me what you think.