*SHORT CHAPTERS, I KNOW. I SUCK. LOL. THEY ARE MUCH LONGER IN WORD.
I don't know how long I've been unconscious but when I wake up there is nothing but smoke and ashes surrounding me. Noah's body is gone and so is Costa Verde as far as I'm concern. Claire is nowhere to be seen which doesn't even surprise me in the least. She killed our son, why would she even care if I died? She's not the Claire I fell in love with.
I get up, brushing the smoke ashes off my clothes and look around at the remains of my house. My anger begins to take form again and I feel my old self coming back. I wasn't so upset over my house being gone. I was upset over Noah being nothing but ash due to the explosion and I can't even bury my own son. She even took that away from me.
I know what I have to do, I'm going to hunt Claire down and make her feel again. I remember the day the pain went away for her. It was soon after Noah was born. She was standing over his crib looking down at the newborn baby and I approached her from behind, surprising her. When she turned to look at me, her eyes were cold and dead. She doesn't even welcome me or hold Noah as he starts to cry from his crib.
She stares at me from beside the crib, her voice showing no emotion as she said, "I don't feel anything." At first, I thought she meant she hurt herself and she couldn't feel the pain but I soon found out she couldn't feel emotions. She was completely and utterly dead inside. For days she stared at me with those cold eyes of hers until it began to scare me. When she held or fed Noah, it seemed like it was nuisance for her to take care of our son. The day after I woke up and she was gone. I searched for her but I could never find her. I began to think she was dead until now. Now she's worse than ever and I can't fix it.
I fixed it all last time. When Claire hurled herself off the ferris wheel, I was the one who supported her decision. Hell, I felt the same way. I was tired of hiding who I really was even if it meant exposing to the world I was a serial killer. Noah was pissed, of course. Damn bastard always had to control her life. Peter flipped out and the rest felt like the incident with Nathan and the government was going to happen all over again… which it sort of did. Except we weren't being locked up, people were making their own powers when the Catalyst formula was leaked to the public by an unknown source.
Claire hated me for the longest time. I didn't blame her. I killed her parents, killed people, and cut off the top of her head to have her unique ability too. It's funny what a year of disaster and the gut wrenching feeling knowing the two of us will be the last to walk the Earth. Being immortal can be a bitch.
I fixed everything for her. When the world turned on us and eventually ruined us being special, I helped her stop the powers from spreading. I saved that bastard of her father Noah plenty of times, I even saved her whole family when they were targeted by rogue forces. I helped her. I fixed anything that worried or scared her.
Now I can't fix her.