Who: Niki Sanders (future) and open What: One angry ex-stripper arrives in LA When: after sunset Where: Downtown LA Rating: TBA Status: incomplete
Niki hadn't stopped driving for a while. Some days ago she'd left New York, furious and grieving, the pain from Micah's and DL's deaths raw in her heart again. The explosion had been Peter all along. Sylar may have killed her husband, but Peter had killed her son. She chanced a glance up to the rearview mirror.
And yet you let him live. Sharing his bed for how long now and when you find out the truth you let him walk away. Should have torn his head off.
She was back and Niki winced as she tried to keep the other voice at bay. Her speed crept up as she entered the city limits for Los Angeles, driving aimlessly before finally just stopping the car and getting out, slamming the door with enough force to make the whole car rock.
"What's this boys? A pretty blonde snack?" A voice from somewhere behind her made her spin around to see three men, all with something wrong with their faces. Yellow eyes, ridges on their foreheads and, were those really fangs? Niki rolled her eyes as she folded her arms and glared at them.
"I was just in the mood for a blonde tonight," the one to the right smirked before the middle one punched him. "But I saw her first."
Niki shrugged. "Boys, boys, I'm happy to kick all of your asses if that's what makes you happy."
There was an actual snarl from them as they moved towards her and Niki had a gut feeling that this wasn't the LA she remembered.