The first time she came (which I never thought would ever happen given the time and place) she said she was twenty-one but the girl before me looked the very same age when I last saw her.
(the last time my gun and one bullet was becoming friends with her fathers face,)
"Claire? What are you doing here?"
But in that moment in which she turned into something new, something that was pointing a barrel of a gun at my head.
I should have shut the door the moment her face (once filled innocence, now with anger and a misplaced sneer) showed up at my door, but like every other moment of the day guilt was busy eating away at my soul.
"Revenging my father (you stupid son of a bitch, what else?)."
Then everything went black (all that was left was the image of a once happy little girl and the bad man that crushed her world with only one single bullet) and I knew that I was really stupid.
-
"Y-You shot me?"
The spot (that was staring up at my from my open shirt) where the bullet blasted it's way in was slowly healing over, all thanks to the blood that was now ruining through my veins.
(and with it a feeling of power, of having skin that no one can taint, not even Gabriel freaking Gray)
"Clearly."
Her eyes (which had been filled to the brim with tears the first and last time I saw her) were cold, sending shivers all over my skin and to everyone in the world felt a chill, as she held the gun her tiny hands like it always belonged there.
('what a fast trigger you have, better to kill you with my dear.')
"But why did you bring me back?"
The moment I saw the look on my face I regretted even opening my mouth (which I had done in my life on more then one occasion) but all I could do was wait for her answer, 'was it out of guilt, did she regret all of this?'
"So I could do it again."
(or not)
-
It went on like this for hours (and all I could think was 'shouldn't this be Sylar and not the cheerleader they all tried to save, well I guess we didn't save her after all') the gun was glowering with heat after each bullet came out and by this time I had one in each part of me.
(starting with the eye, but of course)
"Well, now, doctor, I think you learned your lessen, plus I'm a better teacher then I though I was."
"Are you letting me go?"
"Yes. Killing you (even if it was the one and only thing I wanted to do in the whole goddamn world) wouldn't be what my father would want and there is one thing I'm not and that is a killer (Sylar is that very thing and I made a promise never to become that, never in the forever I have)."
"Tha-"
"Say those two words and I might rethink leaving you alive, okay?"
(and from the look in her eyes I think this cheerleader, who is not even half my size, would do it)
"O-okay. (gulp)"