Where have you been? he asked shakily. He hadn't heard of her death - no one had; Micah still hadn't been able to face telling anyone - but she'd been missing for over a week.
She shrugged.
Around, was her only vague answer.
Wayward Daughter wrote:Right now, she was walking into the New Company's base, yet again. She'd been spending a lot of time there recently. She hadn't been attending the college she'd enrolled at that fall, having been given bereavement leave, and she was even considering dropping out entirely. With all this time she was spending at the New Company, maybe she'd become an agent. It made her feel less useless, anyway. She refused to let herself think of it as looking into her sisters' deaths or possibly avenging them, remembering that'd been what had led Lee to hers.
Wayward Daughter wrote:The place had been very busy recently, all of the agents milling around. Most wouldn't answer her questions, but she'd still learned that there'd been an upsurge in crimes and violence using abilities over the past month, and that those caught weren't registered. No one really knew what was going on. She'd heard one theorising that maybe Pinehearst's formula wasn't as dealt with as they'd hoped and believed.
Wayward Daughter wrote:Around? he repeated. No one could find you or contact you for days.
She shrugged.
Maybe I had stuff to do, then, she answered, her tone angry. And maybe it's got nothing to do with you. I just came in to give you these.
She passed a folder of papers over to him then turned on her heels and stalked out, leaving him wondering what the hell was going on with her.
Wayward Daughter wrote:Before she could react, that woman was upon her. She took a hasty step backwards, half-panicked. The woman was still there, though. A fist still got buried into her stomach. She gasped, winded, struggling. Now, she could try to fight, but she was feeling weakened already. Like she could hardly move, hardly breathe. Bitterly she realised the true impact of her two broken link bonds. She needed those....
Mrs P Sylar wrote:Wayward Daughter wrote:Around? he repeated. No one could find you or contact you for days.
She shrugged.
Maybe I had stuff to do, then, she answered, her tone angry. And maybe it's got nothing to do with you. I just came in to give you these.
She passed a folder of papers over to him then turned on her heels and stalked out, leaving him wondering what the hell was going on with her.
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