I'm gonna stop with the Disclaimers now. You know what I own and what I don't. Enjoy this!
Celine
As I walk across the field to get to the house, I start thinking. I don't know this man, so why am I helping him?
"You're not the only one with power, Celine" his words echo in my head.
He does have power, yes, but one that can be used for the good of everyone else. All I can do is destroy and cause property damage by flooding. I don't want to destroy anymore; I never have wanted to. Does he understand the full extent of my power? Probably not. Will he ever? I doubt it, and I don't want him to pretend that he does when he knows he doesn't if I ever ask. But still, I have very high hopes for him.
Destiny's played her hand, I know that. But has she done it in our favor is what I'm wondering. I shouldn't doubt Sylar, destiny, or myself, but I am and I hate it with every breath that's in me.
The way he looked at me when I saw him down those steps…he looked beautiful, but vulnerable, like an animal caught in a trap that was pleading to be freed. I know it was only temporarily, but still, I've never seen a grown man look that way. I pity him now…just perfect. Sylar doesn't want my pity.
"He wants my strength" I conclude as I open the back door and go in.
"Don't go in the bathroom!" my father, Matthew, yells down the stairs.
"Why?" I ask.
"I have to call a plumber again. It's flooded".
"Both bathrooms?".
"No, just the one down there".
I find myself smiling. This is a record for me. Usually, I flood both. I guess thinking of Sylar kinda helps me out with this. I'm going up to my room now to find my tweezers in my make up bag. I knew that he wouldn't need bandages and such. He did have healing powers after all.
"What are you doing back so early from practice?" dad knocks on my door.
"Oh, I started to get a little headache from playing so much" I lie, "Tutor thought it'd be best if I went home early" I hide the tweezers in my back pocket.
"Oh, well, are you alright?".
"Yeah, I just need to get some air, that's all".
My father is by no means an unattractive man. He kinda looks like Sylar, only about ten maybe fifteen years older. Kinda scary if you ask me. He wears glasses when he reads. He's tall with dark hair and eyes to match. He's a minister, but he looks so dang young for being only about forty six. He always reads the bible. Wanna know how much? He's one of those people who can quote the bible without touching the dang thing. That's how obsessive he is.
"Alright, you go and get your air. I'll be trying to get a repairman here to figure out what the problem is".
When he says problem, I take it to heart. I know it's flooded because of me. And I find myself hating me all the more.
A/N: Yep, extended this chapter as well. Thanks for reviewing. Next chapter: Sylar wakes to find Celine on the arm of his sofa and ready to take out that bullet. But can she get it out? See ya then!