#lightlybrilliant

Claire sighed as she waited for Molly to enter her room.  God, was this what she had sunk to, breaking into rooms to stalk the occupants into helping her?  Her grandmother was, unsurprisingly, being rather unhelpful when it came to disclosing her children’s locations now that they had officially saved the world, and Claire was done with it.  She had stayed away this last year because she was told, by everyone who knew she was still alive, that it was better and it would be easier to hide them if she wasn’t around.  They didn’t need hiding from Renautus.  Nathan had seen to that.  The world thought she was missing, her father thought she was dead.  And she hated all of it.

But first thing’s first.

Of course. This had always been the problem. The kid was still a good to the bone. Elle should feel relieved that all those years spent together hadn’t broken her...or something. She happened to be very good at that.

Elle shook her head.

Claire had just finished giving a speech and had walked off the stage when she heard a familiar voice.  Typically, she didn’t want family or friends at her speeches, mostly because of how much trouble came along with having her family around.  But she was happy to see Molly.  She was one of the few people that she seemed to be completely on the same page with things.

“Hey, we can talk in my dressing room.  It’s about to get really, really loud out here,” she said as she leaned in to Molly’s ear to make sure she was heard.  It was practically a rock concert, no one would ever know the difference, she liked to joke to herself.

They’re standing by an ATM machine and while this falls into a grey area, he knows they need some cash while they make it across the state to meet the others. He could easily tell the machines to forget them, but it was safer this way.

   He has CUT OFF himself from the world.

   That’s what he knows when he flashed an electric outburst to cause a quick brownout, enough to give him time to flee from the Bunker and return the power. He doesn’t know that he is able to completely shut everything down, but he only knows that he has to get out of there, that he doesn’t want anyone to know where he is. Out in the city, all by himself, arms wrapped around himself as he broods by an old warehouse overlooking the lights in the city. It is off-grid, a hundred or so miles away from anything or anyone that can be looking for him. He doesn’t mind to bring anything with him; cash, phone, Sam’s laptop . . . and he thinks that he should have that soon.

   Until a presence comes by and the Nephil is unfazed, discerning what the creature is. A hunter ?  A monster ?  An angel ?  A demon  ?  They all look and act human, so it is difficult for him.