Good day! First time to post my Heroes fic here. LOL. So enjoy!

Summary: Set way before Heroes starts. It is about the untold stories of her painful childhood that everyone knows, except for her. Sylelle in Later chapters.

CHAPTER 1: Fragile

The Primatech Paper Company doesn't really manufacture papers. Their only job is to find special people; the kind which can do extraordinary things beyond any mortal could measure. It was found by twelve seemingly ordinary men, but possess different abilities that separate them to those they called "unspecial". One of them was Robert Bishop, or 'Bob' to those of his acquaintance. Bob has an only daughter, she had a very beautiful blond locks, and electric blue eyes. Like her father, she has a special ability or 'gift, according to her daddy. But this so-called 'gift' started many fire accidents before she had turned 8. She has been living within the four walls of their building for almost 4 years, and she grew lonelier and alone as time passes by.

She was kneeling beside his father, her skinny arms wrapped around his chair. He was too busy with his work that he ignored his daughter's rants.

"Where's mommy?"

"I don't know," Bob said impatiently as he tried to sort out his large and messy pile of documents. Elle didn't seem to pay attention to what he said.

"Where's mommy?" She asked again, but he plainly ignored her. Elle frowned by the cpnstant lack of attention she was receiving from his daddy. She tried to ask again, maybe this time, he'll turn around his head to look at her.

"Where's mommy?"

He didn't answer again.

Elle gritted her teeth as she emitted sparks of electricity from her right hand. She tried to reach his papers to burn them when he suddenly spoke,

"I'm not going to do that if I were you, Elle."

"But you never listen to me!" She said indignantly. Bob rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.

"Because I'm busy, and you know that. What did I tell to do when someone's busy?"

"Zap them?" She said eagerly as she made a motion out of her hand, as if she was conjuring another ball of lightning out of it. Her father frowned at her.

"Leave them alone. You should do that," he said in an informative way. Elle stood up and stuck her tongue out as a sign of annoyance, good thing Bob's pile of papers were too high to notice her. Then his father spoke suddenly that she stopped at her tracks.

"You know, I think you should see your nanny, she's sick."

After he spoke, Elle opened the door and walked out. She never felt happy with her daddy. He was always busy that he never paid attention to her. She strolled around the busy hallway of the third floor, but all the busy people didn't seem to notice her, as if she didn't exist. Well, except for Sally; her nanny, best friend and second family. She entered Sally Field's room and there, Elle saw her lying on her sickbed, and there were wires attached on her body. She looked so frail and sickly that made Elle teary, but she restrained from letting her emotions overcome her. She walked quietly towards Sally's bed side to prevent her from waking up. But her senses were too strong.

"What are you doing here, Lily?" She asked her gently, a faint smile drawing on her face. Elle giggled at her nickname that Sally gave her, because she like lilies a lot.

"You could work that out for yourself," she said in a rather cocky tone. Sally gave a hearty laugh and spoke quietly,

"I'll gonna miss your cocky attitude, Lily…"

"Why? Where are you going?" Elle asked as she could feel her heartbeat go faster. She was worried of Sally's strange behavior. Despite her weak and flimsy condition, she still manages to smile,

"I'm dying."

Elle pretended that she was joking, and forced herself to laugh, "Seriously? I mean, you can't die! We have Adam Monroe here!"

"I know, but this is incurable. His blood isn't enough. I can't take it anymore, sooner or later I will pass away…"

She refrained from believing her.

"You can't die, Sally. Daddy and his friends will find a cure for you. You can't die! You will not die!"

Sally only smiled at her and took her small hand. Elle looked at her anxiously as she could feel Sally's fainting pulse.

"Don't worry about me, Lily. Just worry about yourself. When I'm gone, promise me you'll stay happy, and forget that we've met, so you shouldn't be lonely."

Elle gasped of disbelief, "That's insane! You want the Haitian to tweak my mind, just like he does to his victims?! You're my only friend here, Sally! You make me feel like myself, you make me feel normal!" She said rather crossly. Elle flinched as she saw tears pouring down Sally's eye, she tried to apologize but Sally suddenly spoke, in a very weak voice.

"Take care of yourself…you're a special girl. Don't let them change who you are, and someday…you will find your best friend…"

Elle felt Sally's hand slid down as it lost her grip on hers. Elle looked at the unconscious woman in front of her. Sally looked as though life has expired on her, and it did. She was caught in panic and couldn't control it anymore. She succumbed into tears and broke down completely. The pain of losing a friend was worse than having short circuits. She tried to zap some electricity into her as though she might react to it, but she stayed limp and lifeless. Elle couldn't help the outburst she's giving, she could see her own electricity wrapping around her body. This uncontrollable disorder made the lights of the room on and off, and producing cracks on the window. Elle collapsed on the corner of the table, her face buried on her knees as the thought of losing a friend haunted her mind, and broke her fragile heart.

Next Chapter: SECRETS

Summary: She had never felt this agony before; this seemingly unending suffering crushed her small hopes and shattered her ray of happiness. She preferred to live in her own world, where light shone over her, someone to love, and someone who cares enough for her. But her dream world was ravaged by darkness and upsetting reality. And for a fraction of time, she decided to reminisce her solemn and peaceful moments she shared with her 'second mother'.