Disclaimer: I sadly don't own heroes. This is only for my imagination. =)
Prologue:
As I watched the flame burn, against his dead body. The feeling of slight sadness washed over me. I hate him. I despised him. But never had I ever felt sorry for him. I should be happy. My personal bogeyman was dead. But still I knew deep down that I was scared still. Yes he was dead but now I knew I would have to face my biggest nightmare. An a eternity alone. I would have to watch all of them die. Even know even if it is your bogeyman is there, it is still better than being alone. His word still haunt me and they rattle around my head.
" Have you ever stopped to think about how much we have in common, Claire? You were adopted, I was adopted. You can't die, I can't die."
But you wrong you could die. You have died. And I watch the flame consumes him. By bogeyman. I can only felt the sadness of the forever that I will have to face alone.
4 months later
"Are you ready Claire?" ask my current best friend (since Zach) and roommate, Gretchen.
"Yeah one minute, I just need to find my purse," I replied.
"Hurry up Claire. You we never get any good seat, and you will have to sit next to the geeky nerdy guy this time, I'm not." joking threatened May. May one of the cheerleader than had actually been nice to me in California.
"Right I'm ready," answered Claire as she locked the dorm room door. The three girls walked off to the cinema. Not either notice the black shadow… that hung in the dark, of that crowed silent hall. The black shadow that follow and terrorist an certain cheerleader. The black shadow that seem to be watching. The black shadow that wore the fixed watch which read the name…. Sylar.
Hey. This idea kinda came randomly in my head. Tell me what you think. Review. Thanks =)