Disclaimer:I don't own anyone in this fic. They all belong to Tim Kring.
A/N:Well, just so you know everyone, it's me 'Pinkjodz'. I decided to create a new account due to losing all my fics after my computer crashed and not having the heart to delete the unfinished ones on my old account...I know I'm sad haha. But anyway, I will finish all the fics I put on here, plus I love fresh starts! So here is my new fic on my new account. I have an English Language exam next week so I was trying to practise my creative and description writing techniques so that's why some parts are kinda weirdly descriptive :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Summary: After becoming involved with the company, Claire's life is torn apart. What happens when her family neglect her presence when she needs them the most?

The Redemption of Regret

Chapter 1

Sylar turned his head slowly around to face the young girl who was sitting in a chair behind him, her face rigid with a fearful anger. Her arms, strapped tight against her sides shook violently as she struggled to break free from the chains that were beginning to embed themselves into her pale, quivering arms.

"There's no need to detest, dear Claire. The more you struggle, the more my mind growls with hunger…"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Claire screeched as she rattled the chains violently in a further attempt to break free.

"Shhhh…" Sylar spoke quietly as he gently brushed his blood covered hand across the young girl's distraught face. Claire winced as she felt the coldness of the almost flirtatious man's hand send shivers up and down her spine. With a deadly essence of charm, Sylar smiled as he noticed the girl's breathing become faster as she tried to catch her breath, awaiting his next move. Her heartbeat raced and pulsated as he walked small circles around the shivering teenager, every now and again, gently stroking her skin he would whisper "Shhhh…" to her in a gentle, calming voice. But being calm wasn't on Claire's agenda.

"So sweet and tender. So…" Sylar paused for a moment and cupped Claire's frightened face in his hands. "So young," he whispered quietly into her ear before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "You must think bad of me Claire. We haven't had the, best of…experiences with each other. Have we?" Shaking her head quickly, Claire continued to try and cut loose from the thick metal chains that covered her body like poison ivy. She should have been able to feel the coldness of the metal, mixing together with the warmth of her own blood, she should have felt the solid steel knocking against her brittle bone…but she couldn't.

Claire wasn't scared of Sylar physically harming her…she was indestructible. But her heart was weak and frail, easily hurt and easily broken. She'd been broken many times in her life, her limbs torn apart, yet she could never feel physical pain like she could feel mental pain. Cuts and bruises never hung around too long. Each fragment of disfiguration had always vanished before it had even began. But the pain she held deep within her heart, a pain far too painful to even think about or reflect on, cut deeper into her each day that she lived, every day more painful than the last.

Sighing lightly, Claire looked up a the man as he began to pace around the room, his eyes never leaving Claire's. His gaze was fixated on Claire's tormented grey eyes that were dull with depression and fear. He was completely and utterly mesmerised by the darkness hidden behind her midnight black pupils. He knew exactly what she'd been through, he'd seen it time and time again in his dreams. He knew far too well about Claire's broken heart and her frail, frail mind. He was well aware she was helpless.

"Someone will find me you know…"

Claire sighed…who was she kidding? No one knew where she was…no one really cared.

It had only been a few months ago that Claire had been on a high when she'd finally found something that helped her play a part in saving the world. She'd been sucked into company business, tracking down people with abilities who were too careless to use them appropriately, and bring them down. Down enough that they were put to their graves. For months Claire's desire was to hunt these insolent 'criminals' down, and make them pay for what they had done. She'd turned from cute little Clairebear…into an animal. Her family began to become distant after months of trying to wean Claire off of her fix. She'd become bloodthirsty. No one knew her anymore. Her good friend, and uncle Peter tried his hardest to make Claire's work avoidable, taking her out for ice cream and trying to take her mind off of the needless things she had dedicated her life too.

But then everyone gave up…

"She's not worth it anymore…" Angela Petrelli would say, "She's too far gone…"

"Just another company girl gone wrong." Elle would smite. She knew all along the outcome of Claire's obsessions…she'd been there, and overcome the thirst.

Claire and Elle were the best of friends once upon a time. Sharing company anecdotes and giving each other tips. They'd enjoyed the time while it had lasted. But then all hell let loose and Claire was convinced by her fellow company workers that Elle was dangerous and was to be taken down. From friends, to enemies, it all happened too fast. Elle could never believe how sweet cheerleader Clairebear had turned into an almost demonic killer. It was too hard to believe.

"Thinking of something Claire?" Sylar's charming yet sly voice wriggled itself into Claire's mind, snapping her back into reality. Claire shook her head as tears began to gently trickle from her sorrowful eyes. All her family…her father Nathan, uncle Peter and best friend Elle…they were all nothing to her now…

Looking up at Sylar with a painful expression, Claire's eyes widened as the man dropped down to the floor, an enraged expression spread across his sweat covered face. He brought his knees up to his chin, almost hugging his knees in an attempt to struggle away from the pain. Claire watched as his eyes writhed in his face, bloodshot as they drowned amongst the tears.

"Claire?" A familiar voice spoke softly through the painful cries of the almost lifeless man on the floor.

Claire looked up. A look of shock and relief spread across her face as the familiar figure strode heroically towards the young girl, his arms gently wrapping around Claire as he whispered soothing words in her ears. Tears began to fall like waterfalls down her now blushing red cheeks. He was here…and that was all that mattered.

Thank for you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know in a review what you thought about it ( Please don't be harsh :) )