Author's note: I have started stories before and thought; 'maybe I should complete the story before I post anything'. The idea was good, but I would always stop writing by the fourth Chapter. I figured that now, with this new idea for a story, I should publish my chapters as soon as I finish them. That being said, I hope that you and I will survive this long process.
I don't spend a whole lot of time writing, so I hope I'll stay encouraged to write at least a little everyday.
I don't think I can promise an update every week because life does get in the way, but I do hope I can stick to at least completing the story.
I am currently planning to have three volumes. The volumes should be a little dark and depressing, but the final volume will finish with some type of happy ever after.
Here is too a long journey together.
Volume 1: Apocalypse
Chapter One: Humanity
With every new decision arises a course of actions in favour of and against the motion. Sometimes, we do not realize that retaliation of such effects is somber and sinister in nature. In naivety, we expect that only goodness will come with good intentions.
In mid fall she had doubted her choice. Maybe jumping off a Ferris wheel had flair of dramatics. It was spontaneous. She knew. Yet, standing atop looking down to this new world she would create-she had to take the leap of faith for humanity. She had to believe in humanity.
When she hit the ground, her body mangled and broken, she knew that anything here on out would be her responsibility. She would not run away from life anymore. When she stood up and manipulated her body to its original form, she knew she was not the same girl that climbed the Ferris wheel moments ago. She knew that her father's disappointment in her was great, but it was time for her to make her own decisions. Not out of spite or rebellion, but for what she thought was right.
She couldn't remember what she said to the reporters, but she remembered the heavy silence that hung around them. At first, they didn't know how to react. Then, to break the silence, a loud gunshot rang through the air. Someone had shot her in the head.
When she opened her eyes, dread formed inside her. She knew, at very last, this world couldn't possibly be ready for Specials.
That had been a week ago. Day after day the news replayed the same events. Claire was known worldwide. Within hours, every detail about her life was revealed. The first bit about her life that was breaking news-apart from the fact she couldn't die-had been of the murder at homecoming by Sylar. From there, everything about her life was publicized; her mother, her brother, her father and even Mr. Muggles. Nothing was spared.
The only thing the press hadn't found out yet was that she was the biological daughter of Nathan Petrelli. They did however find out that she was adopted and she was not a true Bennet by blood.
Among all this information of her were also rumours and lies. There were a lot of men that came forwards confessing of their intimate relationship together and how she had threatened them not to say a word. They told the press she also had the power of persuasion and she could make you do things against your will. There were stories about her being part of the mafia and known as the collector. The stories only increased as the days came by.
She was more disturbed when she saw detailed articles of her daily habits from when she woke up to when she fell asleep.
She had always kept to herself. She had always remained quiet and undetected. It had only been a week and Claire didn't know if she could emotionally handle the manslaughter by the press for longer. She understood how celebrities felt being under such a scrutinizing microscope; how it felt to be judge for how she looked, how she talked and of her abnormality.
She realized that although her life before was not normal in the usual sense, it had been normal. At least being a normal girl, people didn't hate you so vocally or want to kill you for fun.
There had not been any more Specials that announce themselves to the world. She felt betrayed in a way. Yet, did not blame them. She was the guinea pig. They would see how the world would receive her.
After she had been shot, she remembered looking back to find Peter, but he had disappeared. Everyone had disappeared. Even her father had disappeared.
She stood there, alone with her burden, alone in her new world.
She hadn't heard from her father since that night. From the news, she knew that her mother and Lyle had been relocated somewhere and that her father was missing. They assumed he had been relocated as well.
She had nothing but this responsibility. She wondered most nights when she had stopped crying, if she would ever sleep soundly again.
Deep down, she knew she wouldn't. She had created this world where Specials couldn't co-exist with average people and it tore her apart every time she breathed.
She knew it was a matter of time before they would find everyone and she feared it would be far worse than just a 'bag and tag' her father had once been use to.
The world was not so brave after all.