justprompts prompts for 5/29 - 6/12 [one word - oops]
Claire is tired and on edge, sitting at her desk with her head resting on folded hands. Things have been worse since she sent the Haitian away which she had done to protect him but she is beginning to feel like she had sent away her only ally in doing so. The others are harsher now and they're no longer hiding their gazes or biting their tongues. Their displeasure at having to cover up murders is starting to show through. Not that their job is new to them, they've all done it before but it's no longer about covering for her but rather who she is covering for.
The stress is getting to her too; she's sleeping more and she has low energy when she is awake. She's snappish, more irritable and more distant with those around her. She knows Sylar has noticed it but he's been careful or maybe it's more that he's been distracted. He's killing more than usual, the bodies are piling up faster and Claire is starting to feel like she's drowning in blood.
When she hears the door open, it takes her a couple minutes to finally lift her head and look to the man who is watching her with a cold look. At the moment she can't remember his name and it's hard to muster up the desire to care. "What?"
"There's a body we need to look at." There is something in his tone that's already laying the blame and she can feel the slivers of annoyance shoving under the skin over her spinal cord.
"Fine." She resists the strange need to hurt him, pushing to her feet to move after him.
The scene isn't anything like what her husband would do but he has admitted to covering his track now; all under the idea that he's trying to protect their family now and make sure the trail of cold dead doesn't lead back to them. But still, this isn't his work and she can tell almost immediately. "This isn't one we have to worry about."
"This person had an ability."
"What?" Her eyes snap to him as the coldness is starting to settle in. "And you automatically assume?"
"Yes." It's practically a growl as he steps closer to her and she can feel the air changing. If he dares to use his ability...
"It's not." She reiterates, making her voice a low hiss as a warning to him.
She doesn't know what happened but she thinks maybe it was self defense. After all, he had reached for her and she had merely wanted to defend herself. The need to not let him hurt her had been there and strongly so. She could have survived anything he tried but she fought as soon as his hand curled around her arm and he yanked at her. She barely registered the heavy weight of the lamp but she was aware of a satisfying crunch of bone when it connected with the side of his head. As he started to crumple, his head snapped to the side with another blow and she knew he was dead seconds after hitting the floor. A scene with one body quickly gained another.
As soon as the metallic scent of blood hit her nose, she was sick and she knew what was wrong. There was only one other time where she had been sick as soon as she could smell blood. She turned, running out of the room as sweat gathered across her brow and her stomach continued to roll. She manages to make it a few blocks away when she suddenly has to pull the car over and lose nearly the entire contents of her stomach over a storm grate. That's when she realized she has some of his blood on her.
She has screwed up and she knows it.
The stress is getting to her too; she's sleeping more and she has low energy when she is awake. She's snappish, more irritable and more distant with those around her. She knows Sylar has noticed it but he's been careful or maybe it's more that he's been distracted. He's killing more than usual, the bodies are piling up faster and Claire is starting to feel like she's drowning in blood.
When she hears the door open, it takes her a couple minutes to finally lift her head and look to the man who is watching her with a cold look. At the moment she can't remember his name and it's hard to muster up the desire to care. "What?"
"There's a body we need to look at." There is something in his tone that's already laying the blame and she can feel the slivers of annoyance shoving under the skin over her spinal cord.
"Fine." She resists the strange need to hurt him, pushing to her feet to move after him.
The scene isn't anything like what her husband would do but he has admitted to covering his track now; all under the idea that he's trying to protect their family now and make sure the trail of cold dead doesn't lead back to them. But still, this isn't his work and she can tell almost immediately. "This isn't one we have to worry about."
"This person had an ability."
"What?" Her eyes snap to him as the coldness is starting to settle in. "And you automatically assume?"
"Yes." It's practically a growl as he steps closer to her and she can feel the air changing. If he dares to use his ability...
"It's not." She reiterates, making her voice a low hiss as a warning to him.
She doesn't know what happened but she thinks maybe it was self defense. After all, he had reached for her and she had merely wanted to defend herself. The need to not let him hurt her had been there and strongly so. She could have survived anything he tried but she fought as soon as his hand curled around her arm and he yanked at her. She barely registered the heavy weight of the lamp but she was aware of a satisfying crunch of bone when it connected with the side of his head. As he started to crumple, his head snapped to the side with another blow and she knew he was dead seconds after hitting the floor. A scene with one body quickly gained another.
As soon as the metallic scent of blood hit her nose, she was sick and she knew what was wrong. There was only one other time where she had been sick as soon as she could smell blood. She turned, running out of the room as sweat gathered across her brow and her stomach continued to roll. She manages to make it a few blocks away when she suddenly has to pull the car over and lose nearly the entire contents of her stomach over a storm grate. That's when she realized she has some of his blood on her.
She has screwed up and she knows it.