I haven't posted a story on here in a year I think :/ Rate and review and be BRUTAL :D
Your average Texan babe. The long, flowing blonde hair, perfect body dressed in that form-fitting cheerleader uniform jumping up pyramids and doing lithe cartwheels. Perfect, sun-kissed tans and the life many would kill for. The same life many did try to kill. Many people would think Claire Bennet had the "good life." They were as far from the truth as possible.
Attempt 1
The world below was tiny. A miniature landscape, seen from the eyes of the gods above. They say that people who jump off buildings die the happiest death. The impact kills but the euphoria of flying numbs the pain and you die with a content, blissful smile on your face. Far below, Claire could see a tiny, barely visible figure. Zach. When she asked him to do this, he was skeptical at first but eventually is curiosity took over. He was all for filming an attempted suicide. If only it was just a suicide…
A while earlier, Clair had miraculously healed from a sliced palm. She thought it was a coincidence that the wound healed so rapidly. Until she got a tiny scratch that healed just as quickly as it cut. Then, she tried cutting herself just to prove she wasn't crazy. Except that it kept healing. Time and time again, she'd cut and then she'd heal faster than any normal human could. So one night, as she was lying in bed pondering on her abnormality, she made the decision to experiment further. Claire wanted to see how much her body could withstand before failing. At this point, she didn't care about the consequences or the risks. If her body could stand what she would put it through: fine, she'd find a way to deal with her abnormality. If not: the world would be a better place without a freak show.
So here she stood, staring at Texas beneath her. It was as if she was a puppet master: in control. She, Claire Bennet, had the power to control each and every Texan below her. With a shudder, she shook these macabre thoughts away. It would not do for her mind to wander. Not when she had a very delicate mission to complete. And on that happy note, Claire Bennet plunged.
They say your whole life flashes in your mind's eye before you die—all Claire felt was the air bellowing around her. The swirling bouts of wind, forcing her long, blonde hair above her. She was falling, no, floating, to the earth as a feather floats in the air…happiness is that moment when she floated. Claire had not a care in the world. Until she hit the asphalt.
She felt her ribs crack first. Then Claire saw the blood and felt herself disjointed. But that impact should have killed the instant she hit the ground…yet it did not. Every bone in her body was screaming in pain. But she was still alive. "Can you…move my ribs back into place?" she gasped at Zach.
He was standing there with a flabbergasted expression on his face. His mouth was open and his eyes screamed horror and a sick fascination. Zach pushed a rib firmly into place with a slight shove and continued filming. A warm, tingling sensation spread to Claire's ribcage and he bone began to rapidly heal. Ligaments reattached themselves and soon the skin was healing over and she looked as good as the day she was born. The only thing amiss was the dried blood that had spattered over her cheerleading uniform. Claire slowly and slowly and laboriously pushed each and every broken and protruding bone in her body back into place and then, bloody yet unharmed, she got off the ground. With a slight, barely audible sigh, she pushed herself off of the ground. Her worst fear had been realised. Claire faced the camera and said in a clear, precise voice, "My name is Claire Bennet, and that was Attempt Number One."