Summary
What if Claire had to compete for Sylar's affections? What of someone more worthy of being his equal came into the picture?
Prologue
She stood in a corner and watched the battle between 'good' and 'evil' rage on. Things were not panning out for the Heroes as they thought they would have. An old enemy had risen to the surface as a plan that was put into action over 18 years ago was left forgotten.
January 18, 1990
She stared as the flames started to engulf her and the room she currently occupied. 'How did this happen? I have to get out. Have to save my family.' She raced from her room through the house screaming for her family. "Mommy! Daddy! Please, we have to get out!" With each room she threw open, there was no one to be found. Her cries were falling on deaf ears. Frustration reached its peak when she entered her brother's bedroom and there was no sign of him. The smoke from the flames was now taking residence in her lungs. Coughing she collapsed to the floor.
It was a different story where her family stood out front watching the house encompassed in flames. "ABIGAIL!" A scream only a mother could manage was followed by silence. She whipped her head towards the firefighters and barked out an order. "Well don't just stand there, do something. My daughter is still in there. My husband went in to find her. Please!"
Her home burnt to the ground in the background as she hurried away from it. She hadn't meant for it to happen. The heat of the flames on her back was almost unbearable, but she hardly seemed to notice. Some how her father had found her and dragged her out. She was surprised that she came out relatively unscathed. Her lungs burned and she smelt from the smoke, but physically she was fine, but her life as she had known it was in ashes behind her. The house she grew up in would never be the same. No more running through the house being chased by her older brother, no more dollhouses, no more afternoon tea with mommy, no more hide-n-seek with her twin.
"Daddy where are we going?" The small girl looked up at her father from where their hands were connected.
"I'm taking you away from here. Somewhere, where you'll be safe." Her father continued on ahead pulling an 11-year-old Abigail with him.
"Can Mommy come to?" Her fathers face was serious. Her hazel eyes filled with tears. She already knew the answer. She'd never see her mother, or her two brothers again.
June 6th, 2010
He had lain dormant for well over 3 years. Three years waiting for the things to fall into place. The company had been dissolved. A young woman, who had no possible idea of what the consequences of such actions would be, had ousted the Specials. Of course the world wasn't ready to see what they could do, they weren't ready for the formable powers that be. The terror could be seen in their eyes, the unknown was within reach. The unimaginable,.. imaginable. The time to strike was now. The general population was weak and single minded. They didn't stand a chance against an enemy they knew nothing about. Even better, those that would stand a chance knew not of his existence. He had long ago passed, dead and buried.