Story: Alfie

Chapter 1: Flash backs

Character's so far: Alfie, Luca, and Their Mother.

Show: Heroes

Written by: Laura (Giggleble)

Thanks to HappyEmo for giving me the idea of the name Luca.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alfie, by Lily Allen, The Show named Heroes, and I did not write the Empathic Manipulation thing. Heroes Wiki did.

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Spoiler: In Chapter 4, Sylar will appear.

Summary: Alfie is A Teenage girl, who has the ability of Empathic Manipulation since she was 13 .She lives with her Mom and twin sister, Luca. Her mom doesn't care for them. Her mom has continuous flings so Luca and Alfie make an attempt to runaway to see if their mom cares. Luca runs into a warehouse and never comes out.

"So please can you, stop pulling my hair…" spoke the words of Lily Allen. I was walking in an abandoned warehouse. Why? My sister, Luca, had run inside for some odd reason. I had my ear phones in ears as I wondered around the run-down building.

"Luca, where are you?" I shouted, my voice echoed.

I walked around a corner and saw a brown-haired girl, leaning over a metal barrel. The kind of ones they used to hold gas. I ran up to the barrel and saw Luca, her throat slit, her eyes opened.

I became shocked. My eyes widened and my hands were placed over my mouth, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. My throat stiffened like it does when I'm told off.

I quickly put away my music player and held the body close.

"I love you Luca" I said as I grabbed my cell out of my pocket.

My fingers dialed the numbers 911. I waited for an answer. Luca was lying on me; I supported her back with my left hand. I was on the floor, lying down. My legs her straight, but shaking. I swear my sister's body heat was fading but I kept her close to keep her lifeless body warm.

"Hello, Emergency Services" a woman answered.

"Hi, I need police, my sisters dead. I… I found her and…" I sobbed.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"An abandoned warehouse, on Landers Street" I said through my tears.

"Don't worry Ms., stay where you are" the woman hung up.

I kissed my sisters head with affection and squeezed her as hard as I could. This is it, the end of Luca. I looked at my neck and clothes…covered in blood. I didn't care.

I woke up. Just a dream. I looked over to an empty bed to my right. It wasn't a dream, now a memory. 'Oh Luca' I said as I looked at the picture, placed on my bed side table. I wiped away a few tears that were coming. It had been a week since I lost Luca. Mom didn't care. Too busy with men, doing 'you know what' She didn't shed a single tear. I hate her.

"Good morning sleepy head" Mom chirped happily, after I ran downstairs and sat down at the table.

The sun blinded my eyes. Mother did something nice for once and closed a little bit of the left curtain to get the sun out of my eyes.

"No, not good morning" I said moody.

"What's up with you?" asked a man. Mom's latest fling.

"Screw you" I said rudely.

"Hey!" My mother yelled.

"What? You can talk, honestly. Me and Luca don't care for your latest flings. What is it with you? Another one bites the dust…" I said pointing to the man. "…You. Don't. Care 'bout me or Luca, you haven't even cried once."

I ran to me and my sister's room. I have had enough of that woman. She is a horrid person who should rot in hell!

I snapped. Packed my stuff and while mom was back in bed with fling number 55, I grabbed 250 out of her wallet then snuck out with my things.

Boy did I run. I ran down the street till I reached a corner then stopped. I was now a runaway. Yay Me! And just because London Tipton claps when she says it, Right now it isn't the best time to be jumping around and clapping.

I was set out to find one person who hopefully cared … Dad.

Mom divorced him after a domestic thing. I didn't understand at the time because I was 10. We used to live in Nevada, Vegas. Before we left, dad said to me 'If you ever need me, I'll be right here' those words used to haunt me every time I slept.

It was a sunny day in Boston. I had to take a train to D.C

People walked around the street, unaware of what was happening.

To me, Luca was the only one who understands me. She's the only one I can trust. Right now, I feel so lost. I may be able to control others emotions, but right now, I can't control mine. I'm an emotional state.

"How did you find her" a cop asked me.

I was removed with force and in tears, away from Luca.

"She ran…somewhere…I followed her…and um found…" I babbled through my tears.

''Were going to have to take your clothes" said the same cop.

"Oh, okay" I shuddered.

They gave me one of those suits they wear at crime scenes. The big white ones. They bagged my clothes. I felt like such a marshmallow.

"I need to call home, tell your parents" said a woman, supposedly working with the police.

"No, mom doesn't care,that was kind of an attempt to see if she cared, but she's happy without us" I explained.

The train ride was long, I had woken up. The train carriage wasn't full; it had a little bit of passengers. I ruffled my brown hair.

Luca and I had the same haircuts, always had to be the same. If my hair or her hair was longer, we would cut it to the same length. We want to be the same, like looking into a mirror.

The train stopped and more passengers boarded and steeped off. It was more than 20 minutes till D.C

I began to grow bored. I started to slide my phone up and down.

I started looking back …

"You trouble maker, you ruined my date. He was rich" my mom carried on as she walked with me to the car.

"I didn't do anything" I shouted.

I was picked up at the police station. They just had to call Mom.

The night sky was pitch black. No stars twinkled. The gravel was wet, every time I stepped; I could hear a "spilsh" sound.

"Luca died" I said angrily.

"Good for you, now get into the car"

I paused for several moments. That was the moment I knew I hated her.

I sat in the back crying.

"Shut up Alfie" my mother said harshly. I wiped away tears, shouldn't mom be crying? I sat in silence until I got home.

I slammed every door I went past.

"Brat!" I heard my mother say.

I cried my self to sleep. Wonder why I'm crying? My twin just died, she was my best friend.

I walked around the fast paced city. I was here in D.C, finally. Now I had to hitch hike to Vegas. What a mission