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|Making Amends and Healing Wounds|
Series - Heroes: TCS
Side Story #1
This is the story about Rachel Mills making amends and trying to forget her past as a Building 26 agent. This takes place before Heroes: TCS.
Chapter 1 - David
Lyneboro, CT - Rachel's House
I stared aimlessly into space, several short thoughts flickering though my mind, *David. Claire. Danko. Building 26.* My mind focused on one image, David. David Sullivan. I killed him that day at Pinehearst. Why did I have to inject him? I turned him into a monster. I killed him and lost a part of myself that day. I had promised him that I'd help him get out of the Pinehearst building. Instead, I killed the man I loved. I felt something wet fall down my cheek. I had started crying and I wasn't even aware of it. "Damn it, Mills. Get a hold of yourself. You're losing it." I muttered to myself. I stood up and grabbed a piece of paper, leaving a note for Leona when she got off work. I walked to the bank and withdrew $1,000, shoving the money into my pocket. I headed for the airport and booked a one-way flight for Costa Verde, CA. $200. Great. Leona is gonna kill me when I get back. The flight to Costa Verde was short and uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable considering that I am used to being on my feet.
Chapter 2 - Claire
Costa Verde, CA - the Bennets' house
The plane landed and I absentmindedly walked myself to her house, the directions etched into my mind because I read her file so many times. I have to get rid of that habit. I noticed that her driveway was empty except for a Nissan Rogue. That was her car. Good, I wouldn't have to deal with her mother. I knocked and she answered, not bothering to look through the peephole. She saw me and nearly shut the door on my face. I put my foot into the doorway, efficiently jamming the door, "Claire, let me in. I just want to talk." She stared at me, an angry expression written all over her face. "Claire, please. I just want to talk. 5 minutes. That's all I ask of you." I said in a pleading voice. Her face registered shock and the door opened a little. It was enough for me to slip through and I did, my head lowered. "I can't believe I just pleaded to be let in a house." I muttered to myself. She crossed her arms, "What do you want? Alex? Eric Doyle? Me?" I shook my head, "None of those. I....I want to apologize. I'm sorry, Claire. For Everything." Claire could have killed me with her glare. Luckily, I wasn't afraid of her. "Rachel, you can't make amends." I sat down on the couch and put my face into my hands, thinking to myself, *Man, this is so not going well.* I said to Claire, my voice muffled, "I'm really sorry, Claire. Every night, I have nightmares about hunting you and Alex. They keep getting worse and worse. Those dreams won't go away until I apologize. I've killed people, Claire. Fugitives. Friends. Agents. I just want to make amends." I looked up at her and thought, *Jeez, I must look pathetic right now.* Claire examined my face and smiled, "Fine. For what it's worth, I forgive you." Upon hearing those words, I felt like a heavy weight had lifted from my shoulders. I smiled back at her and stand up, "Thank you. If you ever need some help, just give me a call. Bye, Claire." I walked back to the airport and booked another flight back to Lyneboro.
Chapter 3 - Worse Nightmares
Lyneboro, CT - Rachel's house
I had thought that the nightmares would stop after I apologized to Claire. I was wrong. I had a worse nightmare tonight. I was in Claire's house again. She lay on the ground, dead, along with Alex Woosly. They both had knife wounds in their chest and I held the bloody knife. The knife fell from my hands with a THUD!. I bolted up in my bed, covered in sweat. I stood up and quietly crept to the kitchen. Leona wasn't awake yet. Weird. I grabbed a glass of water and slowly took a sip. My hands shook and I nearly dropped the glass. "God, I'm insane. The nightmares are getting worse. I can't even hold a glass of water!" I angrily muttered to myself. The clock on the wall showed 3:27 AM. I couldn't go back to sleep. I would be signing my application for the mental institution. I sat there, staring aimlessly into space again, my thoughts drifting everywhere. The hours ticked by and finally Leona woke up at 7 AM, dressed for work. She noticed the bags under my eyes immediately and drilled me with questions, "Rachel, have you been up all night?" I nodded. "Look, we'll talk later, Rachel. I have to get to work." I nodded again, barely paying attention to her words. Leona left and I sighed. I picked up my phone and dialed Claire's number, remembering it from her file...again. "Hello?" her voice came through, clearly. "Claire, it's me. Rachel." The shakiness was obvious in my voice. Too obvious. Claire asked in a worried voice, "Rachel, are you alright?" When did she get concerned about me? "Uh, no. The nightmares got worse." I heard something that sounded a lot like a gasp. I heard a voice in the background that sounded like Sandra Bennet, "Claire, who are you talking to?" Claire's voice dropped to a whisper, "I have to go. I'll talk to you later." She hung up and I sighed again, "These nightmares are going to kill me."
Chapter 4 - Alex
Lyneboro, CT - Rachel's house
I thought that the weight had lifted from my shoulders when Claire forgave me. Now, the weight was back. And it had dropped on my shoulders. Hard. I stared at the phone in my hands. I had just told Claire that I had worse nightmares after I had apologized to her. I thought people said you have to deal with your problems. I dealed with them. They got worse. How ironic. There was a knock on the front door and I glanced at the clock. It was 8:53 AM. Who could be over here? "It's open!" I yelled. Nothing could have prepared me for who walked through the door. I looked up and saw the Woosly kid. Comic-book boy. His gaze met mine for a second before he bolted. I shook my head. I couldn't deal with the fugitives that Leona was helping. It would worsen my nightmares. I suddenly dropped my phone in realization. I thought it was Claire that was troubling me, but I was wrong. It was Alex Woosly. I jumped from my seat and ran after him. I saw him run into the woods surrounding my house. I smiled inwardly. I could catch him in the trees with my teleportation. Wait a minute..catch him? "God, Mills. You're thinking like a Building 26 agent again!" I angrily said to myself as I teleported a few feet behind Alex. I caught up to him, manged to grab his arm, and yank him back, "Alex, listen to me. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk." He slowly nodded and we went back to my house.
Chapter 5 - Final Apology?
Lyneboro, CT - Rachel's House
I offered Alex a glass of water, which he refused. I shrugged and sat down, trying to hide the bags under my eyes. "What are you doing here, Rachel?" "...This is my house." "Oh. You're not with Building 26 anymore?" he asked. I shook my head, sighing. "Is something wrong, Rachel?" "No..Nothing's wrong." Several minutes of silence passed then Alex stood up, "Um...I need to go. Bye, Rachel." He neared the door and grabbed the handle, about to leave. Maybe forever. "Wait!" I yelled and stood up quickly, knocking over my chair. Alex stopped and turned around, "Now you want to talk?" "I...I'm sorry, Alex. I'm sorry that I hunted you. I'm sorry that I ruined your normal life." Alex looked down at his shoes and after a moment, replied, "I forgive you." I smiled and watched as he left, closing the door behind him. I felt a small portion of the weight lift off of my shoulders. But it was only a small portion.
|Series - Heroes: The Color Spectrum
Groups: The Eight