Chapter 2 "you again"-
Claire looked around the dirt path-ways that guided the lost people around her. All of them full of fear and justifiable uneasiness. The indestructible girl who's heart was breaking as she's met their eyes and smiled sadly, attempting to give them reassurance. Claire had been called many things after showing the world the ability holding citizens that had been in hiding for so long. The latest name she had been given was "the messiah of specials" which she quite liked. The writers of good morning America were the creative bunch who bestowed it upon her, but much like the Romans in regards to Jesus Christ, she was not welcomed as a guest, for she is far too dangerous for the average human being. She scoffed at the thought; her, dangerous? Before nine months ago she was a no-one. An average college girl to an outsider. But now, she was a fugitive. Claire wiped the sweat from her brow, and continued to scan the crowds of her refugees. She had been looking for Peter, her uncle, for about half an hour, as he was supposed to be helping her do a few background checks on some possible new admissions. Claire immediately assumed something bad had happened, because based on the rest of her previous life, it was best to assume the worst. Claire rolled her eyes as her annoyance level rose further. She knew she could not procrastinate the real solution any longer, but she hated that solution with all her being. Claire took a deep breath and walked firmly, with all of the confidence she could muster, towards Peter's cabin. After a short walk that to her felt like eternity, Claire stood in front of the large wooden door. Her air of confidence had depleted. Her hand rose to knock on the splintered bark but froze inches away from the surface. Claire's heart raced faster in her chest as memories flooded her mind. Claire shook her head trying to erase those thoughts, but she knew she couldn't forget even if the Haitian wiped her brain clean, so Claire closed her eyes and knocked quickly. She heard the sound of rapid movement, then the repetition of footsteps. The door creaked loudly as it was forcefully pulled open. Claire's breath hitched in her throat as he loomed over her, his cold brown eyes narrowed, "Claire?" His familiar soft tone made her wince, "where's Peter?" Claire asked, her voice full of spite, "what? No 'hey how you doing' or maybe even an infamous Claire Bennet snappy comeback?" Gabriel smiled down at her as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms smugly. Claire sneered, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, "not if a monster like you requests it." She watched him roll his eyes down at her with a heedless laugh, "yeah, who am I to argue with 'the messiah' right?" He shook his head and smiled at the ground before he rejoined her eyes again, "you have no idea how funny Peter and I thought that was-" "Where is Peter?" Claire interrupted before he could annoy her further. Gabriel sighed with exasperation. He gestured past Claire with a quick nod of his head, "coming this way now. You know you're really no fun anymore Claire. I'm starting to wish you would do something spontaneous, like the old pencil to the eye bit." Claire jumped slightly as she felt a hand plant on her shoulder. She turned to meet Peter's concerned face, "oh Claire, I am so sorry! I completely forgot about the background checks. I knew I was forgetting something when I made plans with Emma!" Peter looked between his niece and his roommate with a hint of a smirk, "so, you guys are finally talking without someone making you?" "Well actually-" "Yeah we were just having a real good conversation before you showed up Pete." Gabriel interjected before she could finish, "great, why don't you guys continue while we get those background checks done? You guys must be hungry anyway." Peter smiled at them genuinely, then turned, heading towards Claire's cabin. Gabriel shut his door ready to follow but was shoved roughly against the jagged surface. Claire grinded her teeth as she sunk her pointer finger into his chest, "I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play Sylar, but I'm not buying into it. Not for a single second!" She ripped her hand back to her side, "my name is Gabriel." He replied simply. Claire laughed with exasperation and turned away from him. He followed behind her, "has it ever occurred to you that maybe Peter was right about me? I'm not playing a game with you Claire. I'm not. Have you ever given that any thought?!" Before he could enter the walkway to Claire's cabin, the heavy door slammed in his face, "I'll take that as a no."