InsaneJournal

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"I don’t have the luxury of being a very interesting person. I’ve been sheltered almost my entire life.

The only part of my life that didn’t involve the Company involved things like house fires and county-wide blackouts. Lots of screaming and lots and lots of disappointment and anger from all of those involved. I’m a girl who had issues early on. I wasn’t even a ‘tween when my dad brought me to Primatech. They wanted to look at me, to figure out a way to help me. I spent birthdays with IVs in my arms, drugs coursing through me to try and help the electrical outbursts. It didn’t always do the trick, but glass rooms and water did tend to keep my ability under wraps. Or it kept me from hurting other people anyway. Probably can’t say the same thing for me. My dad had me meet with psychologists and psychiatrists and they all had their ideas on me. Paranoid, sociopathic, schizophrenic, you name it. I mean, I did tell them I would kill them, but in my defense, they were out to get me. I know it.

A life outside the Company wasn’t a viable option, which was explained to me by my father, so he offered an alternative: I could be a Company girl. He helped train me and he had others work with me, too. I found out early on though, that people didn’t really like working with me. I was bad luck of sorts, apparently. A little too trigger-happy for their liking, but it wasn’t my fault people couldn’t keep up. The whole ‘one of us, one of them’ mantra could be a bitch sometimes. It’s not my fault they can’t get out of the way fast enough. Anyway, I got a bad reputation with the Company, no one really liked working with me. "A way to early retirement" is what they'd call me behind my back. The reputation only got worse thanks to Sylar. Or Gabriel. Whatever you want to call him, I guess. It was important. Noah Bennet was probably one of the best Company members and I was working with him to try and figure out what exactly Gabriel Gray’s ability was and if he was going to kill again. He was a killer in waiting. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I just thought he was sad. And sweet. I saved his life and then I destroyed it and he was never anything but nice to me. Guess that’s just what the Company does. Or did. Eventually, it didn’t matter. I forgot about Gabriel – Sylar – and moved on. I found new interests and new tasks. Playing with Adam, playing with Peter. Claire was another downfall, the stupid cheerleader. Things were always set against me, it wasn’t like I didn’t try. It wasn’t really my fault. My dad didn’t see it that way.

I just want him to be proud of me."