I was originally going to post this like a week later , but since 2 people reviewed it so quickly I decided to post this now. I've like pre-written chapters so whenever I get reviews I'll just post the next one. : Oh, melovedk, I tried to shorten the break up the long paragraphs. Thanks guys!

Her surroundings were unfamiliar to her. As she slowly woke she found that her head was throbbing and her body was freezing. Elle slowly began to open her eyes and only woke to more dim lights. But at least this time she wasn't strapped to a table.

As her eyes adjusted and she began to come to her senses she realized she was in a small cell. She tried to move but found that her wrists were chained behind her to a pole that she was slumped against. Elle could suddenly feel herself shivering violently and realized how cold she was. Her throat was so dry she tried to make a noise but her body just couldn't give enough energy to let her make any kind of sound except for her shallow breathing

She glanced towards the wall and saw a small device that told her it was 30 F in there. She weakly tried to produce some sort of electricity but knew nothing was going to happen and nothing did. Her eyes suddenly darted towards her feet where she saw her feet were ankle deep in a bucket of ice water.

I'm going to die…hypothermia...or something…or my feet are going to freeze off! She thought grimly. Her whole body shivered as she tried her best to keep from crying. All she had wanted was to help Claire. She didn't know why since she was extremely jealous. But maybe it was her little sense of right and wrong that stopped her. The way Claire had looked at her so betrayed when Elle said that she needed to take her to New York and if her father tried to stop them Mohinder would shoot him. Elle hadn't been able to hurt Claire or her family. She had made a rocky relationship with Claire while attending the high school undercover when Claire helped her out and was nice anyway despite Elle's snide comments and glares.

Elle had never felt so confused in her life when she was busy trying to decide whether she should just hurt Claire and get it over with and hand her over to her father to be tested and eventually tortured. Or she could've saved her. Elle went with saving her and ended up accidentally hurting Mohinder. She had warned Claire in her typical unfriendly voice that she was taking the fall for her and Claire protested that she hadn't wanted that to happen. But Elle was stubborn and stuck to helping Claire as she was the only friend she'd ever really had. No matter how crappy their friendship was.

So now Elle was almost tortured to death and sat alone in a cold cell with her feet slowly freezing. The door began to open though and Elle panicked as she knew it was her father. He entered and smiled at her that sick twisted smile that she wanted to wipe off his face. He removed her feet from the cold water and he undid her chains from behind her. She couldn't feel her feet but was surprised that she could still barely walk somehow. He grabbed her by her hair as she whimpered and shoved her out the cell door right into the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. She could barely stand and felt her father pull her back and slam her into it again. He beat her mercilessly and could hear her groan with each punch but froze when he heard a voice.

"Where do you think you're going with her? What do you think you're doing!" he heard the young man's angry voice and turned to see two young people standing in the hallway.

"Get out of my way," Bob ordered and shoved Elle in front of him as she almost crumpled to the ground had he not been holding her wrists tightly with one hand behind her back.

"Peter stop him don't let him get away," the girl next to Peter whispered. Her blue eyes were kind but filled with worry.

Elle couldn't think straight. She was in such great pain that she couldn't concentrate on anything but the fact that she wanted to die. In confusion as to why her father moved her in front of him she looked ahead and saw a very blurry version of Claire. I'm dead…there's no way Claire is here…she thought and felt herself falling and hitting the ground. Her world spun around. Please let this be the last time…she thought and slipped away once again.

"Don't!" Claire shrieked as she saw Bob throw his daughter to the ground and kicked her lifeless body.

"She sacrificed herself for you, and yet you still walked right into where she was trying to protect you from," Bob said with an evil glare. Suddenly he was sent flying and slammed into the wall. Peter glared at him and raised him up using telekinesis till Bob was choking.

"How can you do that to a poor girl?" Peter shouted enraged and slammed Bob into the wall again.

"I have a right to punish my daughter!" Bob replied. His body was once again smashed into the wall. He saw Peter's furious look.

"She's your daughter!" Peter screamed at him and let him drop to the ground. Claire stood breathless and watched the scene play out before her. As soon as Bob dropped to the ground in a matter of seconds he took out his gun and fired one shot. Claire watched in horror as the bullet pierced Elle's side but went through.

"Elle!" she shrieked and shook the practically dead girl as blood poured out of her side. Her face was bloody from the beatings and her body was bruised. Claire's eyes welled up but she was overtaken with anger. "This is all your fault!" she screeched and ran over to Bob. She kicked him swiftly and began to throw punches till Peter managed to drag her off the man who was unconscious. Claire suddenly broke into sobs as she crawled over to Elle. Peter hugged her from behind. "This is all my fault," Claire sobbed.

"No it's not," Peter said soothingly. "Come on let's take her out of here. Mohinder can help. Claire your blood could save her life. Let's go." Claire nodded but continued to cry as Peter lifted Elle's bloody body up off the floor and the two plus Elle began to run when suddenly Peter grabbed Claire and they all disappeared.

A/N: I know it was a short chapter but they get longer I promise.