I don't think I was ever prepared for this. God made a big mistake when he decided to give me such a responsibility, a gift. I never thought I was meant to be someone special; being special was my sister's job. But I guess I was wrong, because I am very special. I am unique, even more unique than my perfect immortal sister.

Before, I was your less than average American teenager. I went school, had a perfect C+ average. I played baseball, but I wasn't the star of the team. I had no real talent, unless you count useless video games. I loved to play, because I could imagine my life was so much more. The world of video games sometimes were even more believable than my life. I connected to them in some way. There was only one unusual aspect of my life, my sister, and then two months age my life changed, maybe for the better, but most likely for the worse.

Claire's real mother, Meredith, moved into our house, after that psycho Sylar guy attacked Claire, to "protect" us. I remember thinking all she wanted was a hot meal and a bed to sleep on. There really isn't anything wrong with that. She was clearly a troubled person; she shook whenever there was a loud sound, but for some reason I felt a connection to her.

I first got a chance to really talk to Meredith about a week after she moved in. My mother was taking a nap, a normal occurrence after all that she has been through, and Claire was out, probably flying with her boyfriend. I was hungry, so I abandoned my Final Fantasy game and, crept down the stairs, careful not to wake my mother, she needed the sleep. I was planning on preparing a feast, but I turned around and there she was. She had an omniscience look in her eyes.

"Do you ever feel obsolete?"

I was confused. Thoughts and questions rushed through my head, Was she really talking to me, she barely has said a word to anyone but Claire, and even then it was sparse. What did she mean obsolete, probably noting about my lack of ability and ambition. Everyone knew that I was just dead weight in my family. Claire was the special one, my father he was a trained fighter and would always protect us, and hell even my mother could take care of us. While I on the other hand couldn't do anything but make pointless observations that didn't need to be said. It dawned on me.

What purpose did I really have in this world my family has created. I wasn't anything. I was just a burden. I was a less than average boy who didn't have right to be consider a part of this family. Even Claire, who was adopted, belonged here more than me. She and my father had a connection that I could never have, and she and my mom got along and hardly ever argued. She was the one they really wanted. I was obsolete. I couldn't think of a reply to Meredith. Should I tell her, did I really need to? It is plainly obvious.

"I know you do sweetie, its okay."

"What do you mean its okay?" I said mimicking her overly kind voice.

"I don't even belong in this family, I'm not special, I am not even average."

"No, honey, you are most defiantly not average, your quite special" she laughed to herself, but there was something sincere about her voice.

A feeling came over me, I still am not sure what it was. All I know was, that in that moment, I felt like maybe I was meant for something else. Maybe Claire wasn't the only special one. I could be something. Then reality set in.

"Don't mess with me," I got out before hurrying back upstairs to my game, to abandon myself in an impossible world, hoping to forget the conversation ever happened.

I love Lyle, he I is tied for my favorite character (with Sylar) I always felt sad for him, though I hope you enjoyed the first instalment. 3 The next one will be up before next week.