Okay, I used a translator for one part of this chapter, and some of it might not be right. Just saying.

NEW CHARACTER: Johnny. I visualized his face to be like Jensen Ackles if you wanted a visual.


My head hurts. My head hurts so badly. It's like a million drills are getting it on with my brain. I try to move, but every inch I do it hurts even more. Whatever happened, it's still taking a ghastly toll on me. All I remember last night was getting hit with that tranquilizer; like a dog. My eyelids crack open an inch, and it's dark. My eyesight is blurry and I can't make anything out. There's a ray of light and my eyes flicker to the source, which is a small opening in the ceiling. I'm not alone; I can hear groans of pain around me. And we're moving. Wherever the hell I am, it sure it isn't in Peter's place…Peter! My eyes widened and I shot up so quickly only to have my head spinning like crazy. My hand clutches on my forehead and when I do, I look at my wrist and there's a silver band with the numbers 243 on it. What does that mean? I look down and see that I am in blue baggy clothing and then I look around me. There are probably twenty people in the back of this truck. Or whatever this is. "P-Peter?" I call out, my voice dry for a moment. I try to stand up, only to fall back down again, "Peter?" I call out a bit more loudly.

"Shut the hell up, will ya! Some people are trying to sleep" I frown and dart my head to the source, "Where am I" I ask obviously furious. I see a rather large man leaning against the corner, "Where you do think you are? Where in a damn truck, girl" There are bodies all over the floor, some seem to be lifeless. Is this Nathan's doing? Or is this something else? Well, I doubt that. And I wonder why my life will never be normal; it's filled with crazy people. I look around, trying to find the familiar face. Carefully, I stand up on my two feet, which was difficult due to the bump ride. My arms spread out as I balance myself, "Peter?" I call out and start to walk over the bodies, "Peter, Peter, where are you?" "Face it girl" the man from before said, "You won't be finding your boyfriend here in this mess" I glare at him with harsh eyes and gritted my teeth, "He's not my boyfriend. He's my uncle" I corrected as I go back to searching him. I bend down to turn the bodies trying to spot their faces. They all have silver band, just like me. Where are they taking us? To some laboratory or something? I call out his name two, three more times, but no answer.

"Rest yourself girl, you're never going to find him in this mess" His voice is soft, almost sympathetic. But I'm not going to give up, I have to find him. Grunting, I ignore the man and move around the bodies I've already checked, all wearing the same attire as myself. I hear his sigh, "He might not even be on this truck" he commented and I turn my head. Not this truck. There's more than one truck? What is this, where are they taking us? "There's more than one truck?" I asked him. He nods his head, "Yeah, ten of them" "Ten?!" I echoed and he creased his brows at me, "Lower your voice. No need to yell" "No need to yell?!" My arms flew everywhere in anger, "I don't know where the fuck I am, my uncle is God knows where, and you expect me not to yell?!" He rubbed his forehead and looked at me, "You yell anymore, and they're gonna come back here" "Who? Who's gonna come back here?" He looks over my shoulder for a brief second before looking at me, "Them" Eyes widening, I look behind my shoulder to see a masked man with a gun, and before I could do anything, he shot me. With a tranquilizer. Great, just great. I fall onto the floor, and pass out.

Few hours later…

I'm sitting up, but I have no idea where I am. It's like it's happening all over again; my head is spinning, it hurts like hell, and I can barely open my eyes. I crack my lids just an inch and I can feel that I'm not in a truck anymore. I'm in a room, and hell; it's cold. To prevent what had happened before, I open my eyes slowly, groaning from the pain in my head as I did. Once I did, I see a man, sitting off to the side and once I made another noise he looked at me and I froze. He's wearing the same blue clothing as I am, and has an exact band over his wrist like mind. He stands up and I can feel panic boil in my blood as he walks over to me, but he kneels down and gives me a soft smile, still, I don't trust him. There are too many people in this world who lie like a bitch. "Hey there" he said with a soft tone, "You're finally up" I look around and we're in some kind of dark cell. I can't make out the room because I was way to out of it, so I look back at the man in front of me, "Where…where am I?" His eyes stare down at me, they were so green it was almost intoxicating. As if he was trying to avoid an answer, he stands up and grabs a glass of water and then a towel handing both to me, "Here, put this on your head" Too tired, I take the water and the towel, only drinking a sip before setting it down on the concrete floor.

He kneels in front of me, his expression nothing but kind. It makes me wonder about him even more. Wonder if he really has nice intentions, or if he's just sick like the rest of them. His clothing is like mine, which gives me the reason to think he's just a prisoner too. What kind isn't really set in stone in my head just yet. "What's your name?" My eyes flicker up at him, not as kind as I should be. "Claire" He smiles and nods his head, "I'm Johnny" he pauses for a moment and just stares at me, "so…how are you feeling?" I groan and rub my head with the towel, "Like shit" he chuckles softly and it's hard not to feel a bit safe around him, "Don't worry. It'll pass soon" I sit up Indian style as I look around. There are more people in the same blue attire, some of them passed out, and some of them in my stage. But there's only about five of us here. "Where am I?" I repeated slowly and he takes his stare away from me. This is obviously not good, "Where. Am. I" I repeated harshly. He sighs softly, and takes the abandoned glass of water and dumps it to the side in a sink. I wait, and wait, and wait for his respond and each second of waiting, it's becoming unbearable.

I sit there, holding my breath as he turns to look at me and he rests his hand on his side while the other rubs his temples. "Last time I heard, I think we're in Venice" My eyes widens. Venice?! Like Italy Venice? What is this, who would do this? I shot up only to tumble down. Johnny quickly shoots his hands out to steady me and sit me down, "Careful" he said, "you need to rest" I furrow my brows and stare at the man shocked, "Venice?!" "I think" he ads, "I'm not sure" I wave my hands out, "You think?! Oh yeah, that makes things a whole lot better" He sighs and takes the towel to put it to my forehead, but I violently push it away, "Where am I, why am I here?" he looks around before turning back to me, "Are you-" he pauses, as if he's trying to reword his sentence, "do you have an ability?" he asks me and I groan as it all starts making sense. "Nathan" I say once, "Nathan Petrelli is doing this, isn't he?" He looks at me and his response isn't what I thought it would be. He looks confused, bewildered actually, "Nathan Petrelli?" he repeats, "who's Nathan Petrelli?" I shake my head obviously confused and looked at him, "You mean, Nathan Petrelli isn't doing this?" he shakes his head at me, "No, I actually have no idea who's doing this to be honest. All I know is a group of powerful people from China are rounding up people with abilities"

"China?!" I repeated, "then why are they in Italy? Why are they in America? What are they doing to us?" If this isn't Nathan, who are these people? "They travel all over the world, gathering people. America was their last destination; being as it is the most powerful country. They have been at this for ten years" "Ten years?!" I yelled, "and you didn't do anything to stop it? You're a bunch of people who have abilities for God's sake!" He hushes me down by placing a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, hey, you need to calm down. No yelling" "How the hell-" "Hey" he interrupts me again, "You yell, and I won't explain. Now, no yelling, okay?" I cross my arms and blow a strand of hair away from my face, "Fine" He looks at me and then takes my wrist, "You see this band?" he asks, "I don't know how, but it prevents us from using our power" he looks at my band and for a split second there's an expression that I can't comprehend. I look at him and frown, "Why can't you just take it off? I'm sure there's a hell of a lot ways to break it" "You don't think we've tried? I've been here for six years, and I've tried a shitload of ways to break this thing, but it's indestructible" I pause before saying anything and tilt my head in disbelief, "You've been here for six years?" I asked him softly. He nods his head.

I stopped, and I can't help but feel bad for him. He's been stuck in this hell hole for six years? And I'm bitching around and I haven't been here for more than 24 hours. My eyes flicker to him, my look strong and determined, "I'm going to get you out of here" He laughs, one soft humorless laugh, "And how do you plan on doing that?" "I don't know, anything. Get them off guard, sneak attack, anything" Both his brows rise and stare at me, "Look" he said softly, "there's two hundred people with abilities, none of them could break the band and none of them could escape. It's easy if you just don't fight it" I stop, because no matter how much I don't want to admit it, he does have a point. "Why do they want us?" I asked. His shoulders shrugged, which wasn't the reaction I was looking for, "I don't know. All they told us was that they were going to round us up first before they tell us anything…" I don't ask any more questions, because I need to find him. I need to find Peter. I stand up slowly, and he has his arms out ready just incase I fall again. Once I'm up, I look at him with furrowed brows, "I need to find someone" He cocks a brow at me, his arms still out just incase, "Who?" he asks. Slowly, I begin to walk and I could feel his hand on my back helping me as I go, "My uncle. His name is Peter"

He nods his head slowly and turns his head around until he sees someone walk it with a bucket and a towel over his shoulder. "Reilly" he calls out and the man looks at Johnny, "Wo sind die neuen menschen?" I cock my head to the side as he speaks a language that is somewhat familiar. The man gestures his head out the opening, and it looks like we were in some sort of tent, "Sie sind Zelt L" Johnny nods his head, "Danke" he looks down at me and nudges his head forward, "C'mon, I think I know where your uncle is" While he walks me out of the tent, I look up at him, "Was that German?" I ask him out of sheer curiosity. He nods his head, "Yeah, well, once you're in a place with foreign people, it's helpful to learn the basics of their language. Some of them don't talk English you know" Once I walk out, I gasp softly at what I see. It's like what you see in those war movies. Many, many tents were set up, far along the horizon I see tall, massive electrical fences put up. It reminds me of the Holocaust, a movie I saw in it. Except people wore blue clothing and weren't sick. There are letters on each tent. I see A1 through ten and then it goes from B1 through ten and so on. I look around and I see that we are headed to Tent L.

Walking in, it looks the same as the other tent I was in. Johnny was still next to me, supporting me up and I look around, trying to find someone. And there, sitting on the side was him, being helped by a woman. It was an echo sight to what Johnny was doing to me the first time I woke up. "Peter!" I yelled. His eyes shoot up at me and stands from his position, "Claire!" His voice is low and husky, obviously tired. I run towards him, stumbling a bit as I clash into him, my arms wrapping around his waist. The force of my hug made Peter fall back against the wall, and I could feel his large arms wrap around me. We hug for a few moments before he pulls back and holds me from the arms, "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes staring at me intently, "Are you hurt?" I shake my head, "No, no, I'm fine. Johnny helped me" I look over my shoulder and his gaze follows mine, and Johnny was in the middle of talking to someone until he looks at Peter and smiles faintly. Peter nods his head once at him from gratitude. I could hear him curse under his breath, "I swear to God I'm going to kill Nathan" "Nathan isn't doing this" I quickly corrected him. "A group of people who created a company they call Da-Xia" Johnny said jumping in. Peter was just as confused as I was, but looks down at me, "C'mon, we're going to get out of here"

I pause, remembering what Johnny had told me. I shake my head, "No Peter, we can't. These people are too powerful" He looks down at me in disbelief, "What, what do you mean? What are they doing?" I sigh and rub the back of my head, "They're doing what Nathan is doing, capturing people with abilities. I just don't know why they're doing it. They have been at it for ten years, Peter. I don't think we'll be able to do this alone if they were able to contain two hundred people for that long" I explained. Whatever their strategy was, it was hell of a good one.


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