Ok! I have got off my lazy butt to write another chapter!
Well, last time we we're here, some of our Heroes were knocked unconscious by a mystery guest. What will happen now?
Claire POV
I woke up groggily from the sound of scuffling. Groaning, I blindly hopped out of my bed and stretched. As I went to open my door, Peter burst in and roughly pushed me back, closing the door behind him. He covered my mouth with his hand and told me to stay quiet. I heard the sound of footsteps pass our door and Peter removed his hand.
"What's going on?" I whispered to him.
"Someone's after you, they've got through Tracy, Gabriel….and the kids." He finished slowly. I felt my heart sink. My family have been involved in this now. I felt Peter pull me into a tight hug and whisper comforting things to me. I heard my wardrobe door open and I froze.
"It's ok; it's just Mohinder and Matt." And he was right. Matt and Mohinder, each carrying our unconscious family members, tip-toed through my closet. I would have to ask them why I have a secret entrance in there later. They carefully placed the sleeping figures comfortably on my bed and Peter went to lock the door.
"How come they didn't enter this room?" I asked.
"I told them to keep on walking." Matt announced proudly, and I immediately understood what he meant. I also understood that we didn't have much time before they realised what was going on.
"Now what do we do?" I honestly had no idea. Peter put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed them comfortingly.
"Now we wait until they wake up and I'll hold them off as long as I can." Matt told us. As I opened my mouth, a painful groan made me turn my eyes to the now awake Tracy. She grabbed her head and squinted at us.
"What happened?" She asked groggily.
"Someone's after Claire and to get to her I guess they brought you and Gabe down, as well as the kids." Peter explained and it was getting harder to keep the guilt off my face. Tracy must've seen this as she smiled at me and squeezed me hand gently. Gabriel woke up next, then the kids who were a little freaked out. We knew we had to get out of the so called safe house as soon as possible. When I offered to go with Peter and Gabriel to get rid of the agents, a whisper-argument broke loose.
"No freakin' way! Claire, they are after you!" Peter told me.
"I understand this, Peter, but unless you haven't noticed. I CAN'T GET HURT!" I whisper-yelled at him. It took a lot of persuasion before they let me go with them, but I just wished I could be more help. That's all I wanted, I hated being so useless. As we left the room, we made sure that we knew where the others where and made our way to the hall. I heard all the agents moving around the lounge area and made a gesture to tell my uncles that they were in there. We sneaked into the corridor outside the living room and got ready to attack. When the first gun-man walked out the door I grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing his grip on the gun to slip so I grabbed it and banged the butt of the gun on his head, knocking him out. I saw Peter give me a look of praise and we burst into the room. I cringed slightly as I felt the bullets enter my chest but quickly got over it and cocked the gun, shooting at them. Three fell to the floor while the other two aimed their tranquilizers at us. The bullets that were wedged in my chest fell to the no longer cream carpet silently and Peter turned invisible, making one of the agents flail his gun around wildly while the other kept his gaze on us, mostly on me. I discreetly moved my hand towards the steel baseball bat that stood proudly by the coffee table while my visible uncle charged towards him and tackled the agent to the ground. I snatched up the bat and threw it, smirking in victory when the other man fell to his knees in pain after his shins connected to the steel. Peter took this moment of vulnerability hit him on the head hard, making him fall to the floor out cold. When he became visible he motioned for me and Gabriel to join him, near one of the agent's corpses and pointed to a blood-splattered ID card. My blood ran cold when I read the words:
Agent Cole
Danko Corp.
"Danko…." I whispered. Peter nodded, looking slightly pale. Gabriel looked no better.
"I thought he was dead. Didn't that British knife thrower guy kill him? Slice his gut open?" Gabriel asked us, confused.
"Maybe a healer found him and decided to heal him." I suggested.
"Well, well, well. Who would've thought the blonde would get it." A oh so familiar voice taunted from behind us.
"No….it can't be." I whispered, mostly to assure myself. Yet, my fears where brought to life as I turned around and saw my once best friends standing in black leather clad, pointing guns at us.
"But it is." Tori said, almost smug. I saw they had the same ID cards as Cole, which made me shiver involuntarily.
"You work for….Danko?" Saying the name almost made me sick.
"He's our Uncle. Small world, huh? In fact, Sasha here brought him back. She's like you, Claire." Rose informed us, a dark eyebrow raised.
"And what do you want with Claire?" Peter asked forcefully, causing the girls to grin.
"Think of it as…Danko's own personal blood bank." Tori said that evil grin still in place. I blinked back my tears and put on a brave face.
"Well, goodnight, cheerleader." Rose said with a hint of regret in her voice. I glared at her.
"Not today." And I didn't even give them a chance to react before I shot them each with a tranquilizer from my gun which I always kept with me. I took a deep breath as I saw them tumble to the floor.
"Let's go…." I said, putting away my tranquilizer. I saw them both nod out of the corner of my eye and leave the room. Before I joined them, I picked up a photo of my now deceased father, Nathan, and wished once again he was with me. Letting a stray tear fall down my cheek, I made my way to follow my uncles, my mind once again wondering if any of this would've happened if I didn't enter my families lives and put them in this danger.
Aha! Didn't see that one coming did ya? You did?! Well, crap.
Hope you liked the twist and of course, until NEXT TIME!
Peace! :{3