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Here's chapter 2.

Claire lay crumpled on the ground outside of the wreckage, broken glass all around her. She tended to herself. Dislocated shoulder. Broken leg. Shattered collarbone. All her injuries quickly healed as she realigned her bones. No one would have been able to tell she was in a car accident except for the fact she was covered in blood. She turned towards the debris, looking for Emma and Peter.

Strong fingers slid into her hair and grabbed a handful of her golden tresses pulling her back down to the ground. She flailed as her captor pulled her along the pavement and into the closest alley. Her screams reverberated off of the dark brick walls towering over her.

He pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the wall. With her eyes closed she felt a hand slide around her neck and slam her head against the brick. It was easy for her to identify the wet crunching sound as the back of her skull shattering. Her stomach turned as she felt a familiar sensation across her forehead. The blood ran in streams down her face as she felt the gap in the front her skull widen.

"Sylar," the name sputtered through breathlessly, her eyes still locked shut.

It was more invasive than she remembered, much less precise. There was more prying, more sawing. The hand left her throat and started working with other to force open the top of her head. She got the courage to open her eyes for a fleeting second. The little light in the alley only lit her stalker's eyes. The light grey orbs were fixed on the small gap he had opened on her forehead.

The dark alley flashed blue for a millisecond. A loud crack rang through the streets. Her tormentor lay smoldering in front of her. Claire could feel her head began to heal.

Sylar flew in from the roof were he sent the electricity careening at Claire's stalker. Instead of tending to her, he landed on top of the other man in the alley. With his knees pinning his opponent's arms to the cement, his fist swung wildly into the darkness below him. The sound of bones crushing and heavy breathing reverberated of the alley walls.

The shock on Claire's face turned to concern when she saw the trail of blood leading from the overturned car to the heap of mangled human that lay on it's back in the middle of the empty road.

"Peter!" she screamed.

Rushing to his side, Claire surveyed the damage to her uncle. Blood was leaking out of the sides of his mouth, his left arm lay limp at his side with a few too many joints, lacerations enveloped his entire body, and his breathing was becoming shallower and shallower.

"Hey Pete," she said calmly, taking his hand in hers, "why don't you just borrow my ability so we can get you cleaned up?"

Glassy eyes looked up at her and an incoherent mumble bubbled threw the blood filling his mouth. Her heart sank. She had already lost so much of her family. Tears built up in her eyes, and they rolled over her cheeks when she heard gargled and muffled words coming from Peter's mouth.

"I miss him so much, Claire. I just want to see him again," Peter stuttered through the sentences as best he could.

"I know Peter, I miss him too, but you can't leave me here. Not yet," she whispered. "Now, you have to take my power."

"I can't, it's… it's… too hard to concen…"

"Peter, come back," she commanded as he drifted into unconsciousness. Panic hit her as soon as his eyes closed. Her scream echoed through the empty street. "Sylar, help!"

His head lifted, finally taking his eyes off of the human punching bag he had been pummeling. His brows raised and his eyes went wide, emotions she thought she'd never see on his face appeared: fear, concern, panic, horror.

"Give him your ability, Claire," he franticly demanded running towards her, his hands stain crimson with the blood of his enemy.

"I- I- I tried but, he couldn't-" she sobbed.

"Okay, it's going to be alright," Sylar said more to himself than Claire.

Crouching next to his only friend's nearly lifeless body, Sylar tried not to panic.

"Peter, can you hear me?" he questioned. A deep sharp breath was the only response that met his inquiry. "Okay, Claire, I need you to do some thing for me. I need you to tell Peter about when you met. When he saved you from… me. So, hold his hand," he said putting her hand back on top of Peter's, "and tell him how you felt that night."

"Okay, I'll try," she tried to say calmly after clearing her throat. "It was Homecoming, and I was supposed to be the queen. I snuck out of the house, I was so excited once I got into the school that I didn't even see you standing in front of the trophy case and I ran into you. You handed me my duffle bag and asked about Jackie. I hated that you asked about Jackie." A wry giggle escaped her mouth as another tear streaked down her cheek. "You looked into my eyes and told me how special she was for saving that man in the train wreck. You didn't know you were talking about me," her voice cracked as even more tears flooded from her eyes. "The rest happened so fast, the lights went out, and her blood was everywhere. I was so scared. I ran into you again. And somehow I knew you'd save me. You fought him, and then, on the pavement, after you fell, in front your seemingly lifeless body; I saw something that changed my life. You sat up. You healed. You were like me. And for once in my life I felt right, I felt like- like- like-" she inhaled with a gasp, as she felt the energy between her hand and Peter's exchange.

Slowly but surely the cuts closed, his arm realigned, and the bleeding stopped. And finally, his eyes opened to see the tears of joy running down his niece's beaming face.

"Hey," she said smiling from ear to ear.

"You're totally my hero," he said as a smile slowly crept over his face.

Sylar sat on the curb a few feet away, his hands in his hair, all the color of his face lost. He was taking deep breaths trying to calm himself. He hadn't felt sick since taking Claire's ability, until now.

"Yo! You gonna be alright over there?" Peter yelled with a smile, disregarding the fact that he had been inches from death mere seconds ago.

"Peter. Why don't you hang on to that ability for a while," Sylar said almost annoyed.

"He sounds a little like you after our hostage negotiation," Peter leaned in and whispered to Claire.

"Well, I think this is a good ability to settle on for a while. At least until things slow down," she turned serious too after the immediate joy wore off. "You have too much left to do to leave me now."

"Okay," Peter said sitting up, already not listening to what Claire was saying, "Where's Emma?"

He ran to the toppled car in search of the woman they had just saved.

"Emma?" he question looking down through the driver side window.

"Damn it," he muttered as he saw her unconscious body still strapped to her seat. "Sylar! Come over here!"

"What do you need Pete?" Sylar questioned rushing to his side.

"Can you get the car right side up carefully?"

"Sure."

Using his left hand he reached out towards the SUV. The automobile elevated in place. Once it had raised enough to rotate, Sylar telekinetically spun what remained of the SUV right side up. Slowly it lowered onto its wheels. Claire stood behind them watching in awe as the car settled. Peter ran around the car to the passenger's door and jarred it open.

"Peter, let me do it! I can keep her steady," Sylar called out from the other side of the SUV. Peter backed off as the seatbelt unbuckled itself and slithered off of Emma's body. Then her limp body slowly levitated out of the seat and down to the pavement.

"Claire, call 9-1-1," he commanded, kneeling over Emma's body.

Peter instantly turned from patient to doctor, paramedic to be more exact. He checked her vital signs, assessed her injuries, and tried to get her to respond. Finally, determining her stable but unconscious, he took her hand and waited.

Claire pulled out her phone and dialed 9-1-1, digits more foreign to her than anyone else. As she walked around to find a suitable landmark or street sign to reference to the operator, Sylar turned back to the area were the man he had been beating was. To his surprise, he only found a pool of blood. Sylar inspected every little piece of the alley, all the time keeping one eye on Claire to make sure her assailant didn't sneak up again.

Claire and Sylar reconvened with Peter when the ambulance pulled up next to the overturned SUV. The two paramedics jumped out of the back of the ambulance.

"Peter?" one of the paramedics questioned.

"Hesam. Hey, she is breathing and blood pressure seems fine but she's unresponsive," Peter didn't have time for pleasantries.

"Shit. Emma. All right, let me check her out before we get her in the ambulance," Hesam said carefully fitting her with a neck brace. As they moved her on the stretcher, he pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket, lifted Emma's eyelids, and inspected her pupils one by one. They slid the stretcher into the ambulance and Hesam jumped in after her. "Listen, Pete, I only go room for one in here. So-"

"Yea, I am coming," Peter said as he hoped in to the ambulance. "Mercy Heights Hospital, see you there," he said turning back to Sylar and Claire as he closed the ambulance door. The ambulance speed off into the night, its red lights splitting the darkness of the empty streets as two polar opposite figures watched it disappear around a corner.

"Seriously?" Claire griped, abandoned with the whole world searching for her and a serial killer at her side. She felt hopelessly alone.

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