I've died before. It's no big deal.
Claire was bored and she'd had her fill of History and French. She could honestly only do so much homework. The cruel twist was the bookshelf was only offering up novels in French (Les Liaisons dangereuses???) and, like, every issue of National Geographic ever.
And there was only one film can.
With a heavy sigh, Claire picked it up. It was probably some documentary or something, but at least it'd be something while she combed Mr. Muggles. She sat up the projector and curled up on the couch as it went from white to the 3-2-1 countdown. Surprisingly enough, it was a home movie.
"Oh, son of a biscuit," she muttered, watching as the blonde in the red and white cheerleading outfit jumped off a grain silo into a junk heap and stood up with a two foot steel spike through her neck. Blood poured from the wound when she pulled the metal free and the hole closed up instantly. Then it cut to a new day, same girl, different clothes. A boy's voice said off camera "Are you sure?" and she replied "Yeah, just film it." She raised her hand and cut her throat clean through with a shard of broken glass. She dropped to her knees and blood stained the dry Texas dirt, then she got up without a mark on her. The camera thn sat on the dashboard and the boy's voice commented on how this was such a bad idea...but still, he gunned it and hit the blonde head on. Her body bounced onto the hood, then rolled off onto the pavement of the parking lot. Union Wells High was in the shot, too.
She watched in stunned silence as she climbed and climbed and climbed the rusty metal stairs. She remembered that day more clearly than any other.
That was attempt number six.
[She is NOT getting canon punctured, this is her own film, which she already knows about since she and Zach made it. Looking for Tim Drake, Jamie Madrox, and any other superheroes, as well as the usual suspects (Hunter, Family, Eden, Sylar, the Doctor). These are, you can assume, really gory and she clearly dies in each one, except the footage after the jump, where she runs into a burning train wreck.]
And there was only one film can.
With a heavy sigh, Claire picked it up. It was probably some documentary or something, but at least it'd be something while she combed Mr. Muggles. She sat up the projector and curled up on the couch as it went from white to the 3-2-1 countdown. Surprisingly enough, it was a home movie.
"Oh, son of a biscuit," she muttered, watching as the blonde in the red and white cheerleading outfit jumped off a grain silo into a junk heap and stood up with a two foot steel spike through her neck. Blood poured from the wound when she pulled the metal free and the hole closed up instantly. Then it cut to a new day, same girl, different clothes. A boy's voice said off camera "Are you sure?" and she replied "Yeah, just film it." She raised her hand and cut her throat clean through with a shard of broken glass. She dropped to her knees and blood stained the dry Texas dirt, then she got up without a mark on her. The camera thn sat on the dashboard and the boy's voice commented on how this was such a bad idea...but still, he gunned it and hit the blonde head on. Her body bounced onto the hood, then rolled off onto the pavement of the parking lot. Union Wells High was in the shot, too.
She watched in stunned silence as she climbed and climbed and climbed the rusty metal stairs. She remembered that day more clearly than any other.
That was attempt number six.
[She is NOT getting canon punctured, this is her own film, which she already knows about since she and Zach made it. Looking for Tim Drake, Jamie Madrox, and any other superheroes, as well as the usual suspects (Hunter, Family, Eden, Sylar, the Doctor). These are, you can assume, really gory and she clearly dies in each one, except the footage after the jump, where she runs into a burning train wreck.]