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"I'm sorry, Claire. But this is really for your own good." Nathan's face was unreadable; he really believed this was for the best. The six men beside him, including that despicable man Danko, all had their tranquilizer guns aimed directly at her.

"Dad," she gasped. "No, how could you do this to me? You're –" She was unable to finish her sentence as something hit her chest. A slight tingling spread throughout her body, and everything went black.

Claire awoke, lying on a table, with straps across her arms, legs, and upper body. She knew where she must be, and tried to find a weakness in the restraints, even though she knew the attempts were futile.

Wow, they must really not want me to get out.

An IV was to her left, dripping liquid into a tube, which fed it into her bloodstream via her arm. She supposed this was to disable her ability, not that it would help here. There was no way she could fit through the small window to her right. The door was most likely reinforced steel, and probably operated on a mechanical lock, only designated to open when someone with clearance unlocked it.

After a bit of observation, she practically had the room memorized. Her mind wandered to her biological father, and how he had betrayed her. She had asked for his help, and he had come with six men in tow. He had captured her. He had imprisoned her. He had betrayed his own kind.

Claire's mind continued along that path for a while; she was jolted out of her reverie by none other than Danko. His sharp, piercing eyes met hers, and he grinned sadistically. A chair was sitting in the corner of the room, and he pulled it up next to her "bed". He produced a file and silently looked through it.

"So…" he said. "You're the invincible one. The one who can heal any wound, except a blow that cuts your brain off from your body. The one who Nathan protected."

He paused, obviously waiting for an answer. When none came, he continued. "You know, Sylar has an ability a lot like yours. I can't help but wonder what you know about him?"

Claire snorted. He expected her to know something useful about Sylar? "Believe me, if I knew something that would help you get that psychopath, I would tell you."

Danko looked at her with a look on his face that said of course you would. "Okay then. Rebel. What do you know about him." It was a statement, not a question.

"Nothing," Claire said truthfully.

"Do we need to, ah, persuade you to talk?"

She looked away, towards the blank wall to her left. He chuckled quietly.

"Very well then, Miss Bennet." He produced a knife. "I guess it's time you learned that you are no longer in control."

He twisted his wrist, and Claire felt the blade tear through her right arm. Wet, hot blood spilled out of the wound, and for the first time in a long time, Claire felt pain. It had been so long since she had felt pain, that it was overwhelming. Her vision blurred, and she almost wanted to scream. Danko pulled the knife away, and her crimson blood splashed on the floor. She twisted her head, looking at her arm, and found that it wasn't healing. The IV was preventing that.

"Do you need more… persuasion?" The last word dripped out like poison.

Claire shook her head frantically. "I really don't know anything about Rebel!" she gasped.

"Hmm."

He started to say something more but was cut off by a familiar voice, a voice she had grown up with. "Danko? Where are you?" It came from the hallway. Claire took in a breath to scream, but was stopped by the sight of the blade flashing in Danko's hand.

"I'm in here, Noah," Danko called back. "I'll be out in a second."

"Danko, we have an intruder."

He was out of the chair in an instant. The cell door opened, and Claire caught a glimpse of her father as he walked down the hallway, away from her. She was left lying there, alone in her boring cell, bleeding. The door closed.

A high pitched, shrieking alarm went off, and the light in her cell turned off. Through the diminutive window, she could see that the lights in the other cells probably holding other prisoners were also shut off. The light in the hallway stayed on however.

Yelling was coming from down the hall; Claire could hear it. Someone was shouting for a lockdown. Suddenly there was gunfire. It was cut off by a few screams. Apparently, the guards for this hallway had been taken down.

Her door opened with a hiss and a soft mechanical creak. A tall man stood in the threshold, outlined by the light from the hallway. He was dressed in black, with a cap pulled over his eyes.

"Hello, Claire."

She was speechless and terrified. That voice had tormented her for over a year; had nearly killed her more than once.

He strode over to where she was restrained and ripped the IV from her arm. She felt the injury Danko had inflicted heal moments later. The cuffs, which bound her to the table, snapped open, and she lifted herself off the table, setting her feet on the floor and standing up straight.

"Follow me," Sylar said, and left the cell without even waiting to see if she was following.

She obeyed, and trailed behind him silently. He opened the elevator, and she stepped into it behind him. The button for the ground floor was lit up. The doors closed, and soon enough they opened again. Sylar stalked purposefully out of the elevator and Claire followed him.

To the side, there were two guards who had obviously been electrocuted. Claire could hear more people yelling up ahead, and one voice stood out in particular. Her dad's.

"Secure the area!" he was yelling. "Nobody gets in or out! This is Sylar we're dealing with, and we don't know what he wants."

"Stay behind me," Sylar hissed. "Don't do anything stupid."

She drifted closer to him, and they turned a corner. Gunfire erupted immediately. Sylar waved a hand and deflected most of the bullets into the nearby walls. Claire ducked down behind him. A couple of grunts told her Sylar had taken down at least two of them. Electricity shot out of his hands, and three more guards went down. Only her father was left.

Sylar grinned at Noah. "Hello there, Noah. Still can't stop me, can you?"

"Sylar. Just what could you possibly want here?"

"Oh don't worry about it, Noah. I've already found her."

Noah's face became confused for a split second, before he covered it up with a mask of contempt. "And whom is that?"

"You didn't know she was here, did you, Noah?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Noah said, directing his gun at Sylar's head.

"Exactly." Sylar smirked. He twitched two fingers, and Claire's father was sent flying against the near wall. She gasped, and darted forward to him.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill him."

Claire checked his pulse, only to find that Sylar was speaking the truth.

"We have to go," Sylar said firmly. "Reinforcements are on the way."

He led Claire through a couple more hallways, and out a door into an alleyway. A car was waiting. She supposed this must have been how he got here. Sylar walked around to the driver's side and sat down as Claire sat in the passengers seat.

They both fell into silence as Sylar pulled the car out of the alleyway and drove down a main road. First chance he got, he pulled onto the freeway going north, towards New York.

The car ride passed slowly and silently until night fell, and Claire began to feel tired. Her ability may not allow her to get hurt, but it didn't stop her from feeling fatigued. She had no idea where she was, and her head was tipped against the window as she began to fall asleep.

Sylar was beginning to feel exhausted. The consequences of his efforts today were setting in, and either he need to pull into a motel, or he was going to fall asleep at the wheel. He saw a cheap motel off to the right, and pulled in. There were a total of about five cars there, including him. Most were probably the staff.

He walked into the lobby, and upon seeing him, the girl at the check-in desk straightened up and smiled.

"Welcome to Riverside Motel!" she said cheerfully. Sylar handed her some cash.

"I need one room."

"Of course sir. Room number 6." She handed him a key, and he nodded his thanks, before leaving the lobby.

He parked the car near room number 6 and brought Claire inside. Without much difficulty, he set her on one of the two beds, and laid down on the other. Within minutes, he was asleep.

(A/N BWAHAHA. First chapter is completed. Wow. That actually wasn't bad for my first Heroes fic. So… Read and review. Tell me how amazing it was. Constructive criticism always helps.

So, halfway through this chapter, I realized that I was using the words wound, inflicted, and I was describing people talking as "a voice from [insert place here]" way too much. Took me a while to fix that. And then I'm trying to fix my habit of moving the story along fast... Otherwise I'm gonna get to the end before I hardly begin!!

So, in this story, Sylar isn't working with Danko, he can't shape shift, and Nathan is still the boss of the operation. Just to clear that up. And Daphne may or may not be dead, I don't know yet. I seem to like to mix the time lines up. So… yeah. But I might work the shape shifter (James Martin) in.

Thank you for reading, please review… please… read more once I come out with the next chapter… review more.... yeah. Okay. I'm done here. BYE.)