A/N: Wow, it's been over 2 years since I updated. I was talking with someone online and we started talking about heroes and I remember when I got the idea for a music video that started this whole story. So I looked it up and read it and I got the desire to write more to this story. Plus I got inspired by the new season and had a whole new idea for Claire, though that might span off into a story all its own. ^^ Disclaimer: I don't own heroes, I wish I did though.

Sylar stood before the crystal ball watching the four men with peaked interest. A devious plan already popping into his head, he grinned evilly as he strode over to Claire's motionless sleeping form. He ran his hand through he blonde locks, taking in her beauty.

"I know exactly what to do to get those boys off our backs. Unfortunately though, you'll have to die."

(Claire POV)

"…you'll have to die." That is the first thing I hear as I crept back into consciousness and Sylar's deep voice is very close to my ear. I can feel his hand running through my hair and it actually feels kinda nice. "…you'll have to die." Is still ringing in my ears as my mind tries to processes what he was saying. Does he mean I have to die or is he talking about Peter, Nathan, Noah, and Mohinder? Even though I feel like I have been betrayed by them I would never want them to die…I just want them to suffer a little. Is that too much to ask?

……Did I really just think that? It makes me sound so evil, how could I think that? Then again, I have always been the good little girl who always does as she is told. Maybe, just this once, I could be the rebel, who does what ever she feels like, when she feels like. I can feel my lips turning up at the corner in a sadistic smile. Oh, now that would be so much fun, but could I do it? Could I really become someone like Sylar? Kill without a second thought and not have to worry about my victims haunting me in my sleep? Even though I want to cause them pain, I don't think I could no matter how much I want to. The "Good Claire" in me would never allow it. So, maybe "Good Claire" needs to take a back seat and let "Bad Claire" have a turn at the wheel.

"You catch on quick don't you Claire?"

Sylar's voice startled me, disrupting my train of thought, which makes me growl at him. He has a mock look of fear on his face, putting his hands up like when you are about to be arrested. His voice drips with sarcasm, "Oh Claire, please don't hurt me. I promise I will be nice from now." His arms flop down to his sides and he looks at me with amusement.

I revert my face to a melancholy look as I finally open my mouth, "'You'll have to die' What did you mean by that?" I stare at him as if I am trying look through his eyes and straight into his thought. He looks away, shaking his head as he chuckles softly. He runs a hand through his hair and looks back at me. With his eye brows raised he replies, "Why ask a question when you already know the answer?" Whatever look I have on my face made him let out a harsh laugh before he continued, "When I said 'you'll' have to die I did mean you, but not you. To get your family and Suresh off our backs you will have to die, otherwise they will keep following us and that will slow down your progress with your abilities."

I sat there, contemplating his words, "So, how will I die?"

"Oh you won't be dying so to speak, only part of you." His voice has a tint of what seems like conceitedness but I can't be entirely sure. "What are you saying?"

"It's like you said...let me rephrase that, It's like you though-"

"You read my thoughts?!" I was outraged at this. How dare he invade the privacy of my own mind? He had no right to do that, no matter who he is. Even Peter never read my thoughts……or did he? Now was not the time to think about that. I look at Sylar, my eye full of rage.

"My dear Claire, your thoughts were so loud I couldn't help but hear them. Now are you going to be a good little girl and let me continue or I am going to have to punish you?" He sadistically grins at me.

I settle back down on the couch, which in my anger I had apparently got off of and stood up. I fold my arms across my chest, my eyes never breaking contact with his, and I nod for him to continue.

"Good Girl." He snickers menacingly at me, "Now before I was rudely interrupted, you thought, 'The "Good" Claire in me would never allow it. So, maybe "Good Claire" needs to take a back seat and let "Bad Claire" have a turn at the wheel.' That is exactly what I meant by 'You'll have to die.' Not you psychically but the "Good" part of your mind. Even now, though you don't realize it, you are suppressing the "Good Claire" inside of your mind. With your new powers and with what you will want to do with them, "Good Claire" will get in the way. She needs to be disposed of. Unfortunately, you will never be able to get rid of her entirely only suppress her to the very back of your mind."

I had to agree with him but did I really want to get rid of a part of myself? What if down the road I didn't want to be "Bad Claire" anymore, would I be able to change back to "Good Claire"? With that thought I knew Sylar was right. Right at this moment "Good Claire" was getting in my way and I hated it. When I spoke, my voice was full of anger, "When can we do it?"

"That's my girl. We need to your friends to find you or "Good Claire", on the brink of death with no hope of saving her and have her die in their arms. They will obviously want to burry you, so once you are six feet under you will re-awaken. After that, you will be able to teleport back to me. How does that sound to you Claire?"

I smirk, "That sounds perfect. I want to cause them pain, I want them to suffer. But don't call me Claire anymore. Claire is my "good girl" name."

Sylar was amused by this, "Oh, so what do you want to be called then?"

I thought for a moment. What do I want to be called now? Something dark-like to go with my bad side. I smile evilly, a name popping in my head, "Just call me…Obsidian."

Mohinder's Apartment (Normal POV)

Molly sat in front of the coffee table in Peter's apartment, a world atlas lay open before her. She looks at Mohinder with a confused face, "Who am I looking for Mohinder?"

Mohinder sat next to her and smiled at her as he spoke, "We are looking a girl and her name is Claire Bennet. She is Mr. Petrelli's daughter and Mr. Bennet's adopted daughter. She disappeared a few days ago and we need to find her. I wouldn't be asking you to do this Molly but Claire is very injured and she can not survive on her own for very long. Will you do this for us Molly?"

Molly looked over at the men sitting across from Mohinder and her, their eyes pleading her to help them. A plea that she could not ignore. She smiled lightly and she immediately saw their face pick up, even if it was only a little bit. "Do you have a picture of her?"

Noah swiftly pulls out his wallet, pulling out a picture and handing it to Molly. Molly gingerly takes the picture from him, gratefully nodding at him, "Thank you" she says softly. Molly looks at the picture of Claire, 'She is very pretty though she doesn't look like her father' she looks at Nathan and quickly notices some similarities between him and Claire. 'She must look more like her mother' she thinks as she engraves Claire's image in her mind. She places the picture down on to the table and picks up a push pin. She closes her eyes and focuses on Claire's image, her hands flipping the pages of the atlas quickly. She starts flipping the pages slower until she flips one last page and pushes the pin into the book. She gasps as her eyes shoot open, she leans back into the couch, taking deep breaths. Noah grabs the atlas and looks at where the pin in placed. Nathan and Peter look at him with urgency, waiting for him to announce where they could find Claire. Noah put the atlas down, his eyes wide in fear.

Peter was the first one to break the silence, "Where is she Noah? Please say something."

Noah turns too the two men, he swallows loudly before speaking, "Claire…she's in Death Valley."

A/N: Wrote this all in one shot, I know it's kinda short but it took about 2 hours to write. Plus I am hungry and need to eat but I wanted to finish this before I did. So I hope people are still interested in this story. I have an idea for the next chapter which I was gonna put in this chapter but I decided not to. I will not make you wait 2 years for this story to be updated. If people still want me to continue that is. Well I hope you like this chapter. Thanks!