So I've decided to keep this story going. Here's the next chapter.
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Chapter Two "Eighteen Years Gone"
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A white room was filled with medical equipment. It smelt of bleach. Claire's eyes fluttered open.
"Hello?" She said hoarsely but no one answered her.
She looked around herself frantically. She was attached to a bunch of machines, an IV drip and a hair/brain monitor. She ripped the IV and monitors out of her body. She had bruises and cuts all over her body. So far, she wasn't healing. Her heart hammered in her chest. Where was she? Had the Company found her? Was it Sylar, not done with his research on her brain? She hopped out of the bed. She only had a white night gown on her slim body. She ran to the door and did a double take at her reflection. Her blond hair stood in all directions, cut unevenly at shoulder length. She looked older, not nineteen, but closer to twenty-five. A young woman, her father's words rang through her head. She had to get out of here. She shoved the door and her reflection away and ran through a white corridor. Half way down the corridor and man in a blue uniform looked her way. His eyes widened. He took the walkie talkie off his shoulder.
"Patient 67883 is getting away." Claire bolted for the next door on the right. The uniformed man ran after her. Two more men joined the other man. They took out what looked like tazors. She ran faster and dashed into an office. She ran for a window and crashed through. Pain radiated all throughout her body. She felt all her bones break when her body impacted with the ground. Somewhere dimly, in her subconscious she realized she wasn't healing. She just wanted to get home to her babies. Her eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed the darkness. Gabriel. She thought as she slipped into unconsciousness.
13 years later
"Patient 67883 is on the run. Back up is needed immediately." A uniformed man said, it seemed for the hundredth time. But really Claire had tried escaping 47 times in the last 16 years. Because of her regenerating capabilities the drugs they put in her body would wear off quicker and it would get used to it. Every time she woke up they would have to up the dosage.
"Roger that." A voice said bored.
Claire ran as fast as she could. She finally made it to a blue set of doors. She pushed as hard as should could but they wouldn't budge. She grabbed the first and so far only uniformed man and punched him in the nose, rendering him unconscious. She grabbed his ID card and swiped him through the machine next to the door. It opened. She kept running. The harsh brightness of the sun made her squint. It had been years since she had seen the sun. She ran into a busy street. It looked as if she was in China. People gave her funny looks as she ran around in a hospital gown. Someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a building. She bit down on his hand. He cried out in pain.
"Ow, fuck Claire. What was that for?" The man said. Claire whirled on him. He looked vaguely familiar.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"It's me Wes, your husband. Thank God you're okay." He hugged her as she narrowed her eyes. This doesn't fell right, Claire thought.
"What's happened? What was that place?" She spat out.
"You were abducted sixteen years ago, I looked everywhere for you. I came here for you, I helped you break out."
"How? Why didn't you some for me sooner?"
"It's complicated, Claire. It was close to impossible to find you. But all that matters is that you're here now. Are you healing yet?"
Claire looked down at her bruises. She shook her head.
"I bought an apartment for us further down in China, far away from that horrible place." He shuddered.
"Until you can recuperate we'll stay here." Claire nodded numbly. She was so confused and didn't remember anything.
Two years later
Claire sobbed as she shook Wes' body. There was so much blood. His head had been cut open, his brain missing from his skull. She knew who did this and she would hunt him down and kill him. She put on a black wig, the same one she had been wearing for the past two years. Her powers had finally been starting to come back though she was still slowly aging, she was sure it would stop once her powers were fully back. Wes had told her that they had kept her for experiments and had drugged with something that would suppress her abilities. Her life with him had been simple enough. He would go to work in the mornings and Claire would stay in their apartment and surfed the internet for anything she could find. Wes would let her go out when she felt well enough. She couldn't believe she was married to him. It had felt odd and for some reason not right. But she had suppressed those feelings for his sake. He hadn't seen her in sixteen years, hadn't been with anyone since she had disappeared. She felt somehow indebted to him. And now that her only hope for a real life was dead she would search and kill the bastard who did this.
"I'm coming for you Sylar." She said with conviction as she pulled out a gun. She knew, somehow, where his kill switch was. He would be dead by the end of the week.
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