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Title: "One Breath Taken, One Breath Stolen." Prologue & Chapter 1/?
Fandom:Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Delilah (OC), Claude, Peter, Sylar, No Pairing yet, But Maybe Peter/OC later on.
Rating: Teen (Swearing and mild themes later on)
Warnings:Swearing, Mild themes in later chapters.
Spoiler alert: If you watch the show, You’re safe. (May change in later chapters)
Summary: "Take my breath away. Give my life back. Grab, run, pray." It takes more than one person to stop a killer, but only one person can pull the trigger.
Prologue
Delilah tugged at the restraints in a vague attempt to free her arms and legs, but for the moment she wasn’t panicking. She knew where she was and why she was there, she knew who was holding her captive and she had no reason to fear them, not really at least. What she didn’t know was what was taking so long.
Tugging once again at the ropes, Delilah watched the door as sounds drifted through from the other side. The room was dark besides the shards of light filtering from under the door, and Delilah imagined that was where here assailant would enter from when he finally returned. She couldn’t remember exactly how she got here, but she did know she was relatively unharmed, and that was a blessing.
As the door swung open, Delilah flinched against the onslaught of light, but saw enough to make out the silhouette of the man she had been waiting for.
“Do you remember what it used to be like? Before everything went wrong, do you remember?” His voice was faint, barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion he was feeling came through in full force. The desperation, the grief, everything she had expected but there was something else. Anger she supposed, and he had a lot to be angry about. If anyone did it was him, but Delilah still didn’t understand what had possessed him to come after her in the way he had.
“Gabriel?” She asked quietly, wanting more then anything to get this whole thing over with.
“My name is SYLAR!” He bellowed, before the room seemed to shake and Delilah’s world went black.
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Chapter one
Five Weeks Earlier:
Delilah rubbed at her eyes wearily, wondering who she had pissed off so royally to be stuck working in accounts during tax time. Being the office manager, Delilah was usually the one to delegate tasks and hand out assignments, but it also meant she was expected to pick up the slack wherever she was needed. It just so happened that this year three of the office accountants had all decided now would be the perfect time to develop severe flu-like symptoms, and it took all her patience and strength not to march around to their homes and pull them in anyway. To make matters worse the property manager had booked the week off almost a year ago for a family vacation, and hence Delilah was busily trying to coordinate two separate wings of the company while looking for a few replacement accountants and resisting the urge to kill someone.
Picking up her coffee mug, Delilah slipped on her gloves before wandering through the dimly lit office to the staff kitchenette. It was almost eight at night, and dipite Delilah’s own highly agitated state, she had not requested any one stay overtime unless they wanted too. Given the majority of the office all had husbands wives and children waiting form them at home, only a select few had decided to stay. They were all hunkered down in their individual stations only paging her when they had some little emergency that just couldn’t wait until morning.
Filling up the kettle and putting it on to boil, Delilah hummed to herself and let her mind wander. It was an unpleasantly cold night, and Delilah shivered slightly as she moved to turn up the thermostat. Her only regret about moving to Australia was the severity of the weather. Sometimes it was blistering hot, and other times… well other times she was sure she had frostbite and her toes where only still there because the tight heels she wore wouldn’t allow them to go anywhere else. Thinking about the new red coat she had seen in the store front on her way to work this morning, Delilah barley even noticed when the kitchen door opened of its own accord. She didn’t even turn at the hesitant whispers going on not three feet from her. It wasn’t until she was greeted in a very familiar British accent that Delilah even realized she wasn’t alone anymore.
“ ‘Ello there love. Any reason you haven’t gone on home yet? I was waitin’ on your doorstep for near on an hour!”