Broken

A Heroes FanFiction

She sat across the table from me, poised, collected. Demanding. Unlike the other prisoners who had been brought in she didn't grovel or beg, she didn't sob or weep or claim that we had made a mistake, rather she bargained with all the coolness of a business man with the deal in the bag. She sat across from me, cuffed hands in her lap, blue eyes meeting my brown ones. For her age she acted suspiciously calm, capable. And she was capable. Like Petrelli, the girl had incredible power, power that would be useful to us and our cause, because as simple as the task had seemed when we set out on it, rounding up and capturing these people with abilities was becoming increasingly difficult.

While many protesters were easily dealt with and silenced, others were smarter, by day following the laws of the government, but by night smuggling the wanted out of the country. Organizations similar to the Underground Railroad of the Civil War had sprung up, and while we were able to track down and deal with the most careless lawbreakers, they had become more cautious, and they had a tool that we didn't; people with extraordinary abilities who used their talents to smuggle their fellows out of the country. Yet what this girl was offering could turn the tide of this fight. She had incredible power, and she knew it or else she wouldn't be here. I leaned back in my chair, contemplating her request.

As soon as she had been captured she had made a request to see me, and as much as part of me wanted to say no, I was curious. This girl had given us particular trouble, eluding us three times before we were finally able to bring her down. And when we finally captured her it was because she had given herself up, come out of the hiding place with hands raised, making the simple statement that 'she was tired of running.' The only person who had given us near as much trouble had been Sylar, who was still on the loose, yet she seemed to have escaped him too, if barely. My eyes strayed across her face to the small, thin scar on her forehead, the tell-tale sign of someone who had barely escaped a Sylar attack.

"Let me get this straight Miss Truscott," I said, setting my hands on the desk in front of me. "You wish to offer us your services in capturing and imprisoning other people with abilities in exchange for?"

"My freedom" She said, calmly, her blue eyes boring into mine.

"Miss Truscott" I said, matching her nonchalant tone, "As a government worker there is no such thing as freedom. You follow orders, even if your beliefs tell you that they are wrong. Your opinions and desires don't matter, and there is always someone higher who you are answerable to."

"I'm merely trying to stay alive, and besides" she said, raising one eyebrow, "all's fair in love and war."

"If you were trying to stay alive" I hissed through gritted teeth, "You shouldn't have turned yourself in."

"I told you before" she repeated, all too calmly, as if I were the prisoner, "I was tired of running, and I'm ready to play this game by my rules."

"The only rules are those created by Mr. Petrelli" I muttered darkly. I looked back up at her. Lillian Truscott. A 23 year old graduate from Pepperdine University in Malibu, California. Normal people of her age were carefree and happy, living like they were in love for the very first time. Not so with this girl. Her blonde hair was cropped short, not for appearances but for practicality, years of running and hiding in the wilds of North America had hardened her appearance so it was impossible to guess that she once might have been a stereotypical California girl at one time in her life. But most startling were her eyes. Dark and brooding, they held the cold edge of someone who had been forced to grow up too quickly. I had seen that look before, for they matched the expression in my daughter's eyes exactly. Once joyous and innocent, Claire had through betrayals, friends' deaths, and an entire slough of experiences I would rather have had her never got through, gone from a little girl to an adult overnight, just like this girl.

For the umpteenth time I cursed Arthur and Angela and the rest of the founders for not having the sense to keep their meddling hands in their pockets, but as was always the case, curiosity and visions of a glorious future had disillusioned them. And brought disaster along with it. For the umpteenth time I cursed Nathan Petrelli and his childish impulses to tattle-tale on whoever had wronged him. And for the umpteenth time I cursed the bargains that I was forced to make to keep my family safe. I didn't like what I was doing, the rounding up of human beings, the holocaust that I was a leader in, and yet a father will go to great lengths to protect those he cares about. And I knew how to take orders, and obey them. However, the rules that governed this organization could be bent for one girl, for while most of his 'minions' didn't know it, the man running this operation should be on the list of the Wanted as well. And she certainly had a good head on her shoulders, not someone who would blow a secret. Besides, if Claire were in this girl's situation I would want whoever was in charge to do the same thing for her.

"Alright," I said, opening the laptop that sat on the desk between us, scrolling through the various government files until I found her name. "You are now Mackenzie Noelle Marsh. You grew up in New York City, and attended West Point Military Academy. Because of your exemplary performance you were selected to become part of this program. You have no abilities, for they are, after all illegal. All your information will be edited and it will be as if Lillian Truscott never existed. Any questions?"

She shook her head, an expression of relief spreading over her face, "No sir."

"Good." I walked around the table and unlocked the cuffs that held her hands.

"I could have gotten those off myself" she muttered, rubbing her wrists.

"I know" I said, watching as she walked to the door. "Good day Miss Marsh."

So, that was the prologue of my new fanfiction Broken. In case you didn't catch on, this was from the point of view of Noah Bennet. I was in school today when I thought of it. I love the show Heroes, and I'm a closet Disney Channeler, and while the Hannah Montana Universe seemed a bit boring to work with, I really wanted to use Lilly's character. This story is going to take place in the Heroes Universe, however rather than following the lives of Claire or Hiro or Peter it will follow Lilly's journey. I don't know if Miley will be in it, however Oliver will be featured later. I have only seen the first episode of Season 4 of Heroes, so this story may be/become AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Hannah Montana