A New Beginning
It had been almost a year after Claire had jumped off that Farris wheel, and the media was just coming off on the story. She had spent her whole life just trying to be normal, but on that night she [finally] accepted who she was. The girl who could never die.
She was just getting ready to go over to Peter's, when her phone rang. Not recognizing the number she just ignored it, but as soon as it stopped it started again. Picking it up she didn't even get a chance to speak. "Claire, you need to get out of there right now," whispered a familiar husky voice. "Sylar," she whispered in the only way she could. "Why are you still standing there? Go!" As soon as she heard him yell, she heard them break through her door. Not even thinking she went on instinct and jumped out the unopened window, falling four stories down to the ally below.
As soon as she got up she felt someone pick her up and fly her away. Looking up she found the man dressed in black that had just saved her life. Syler. The one that that she swore to loathe for the rest of eternity. "Why did you save me?" "I'm a hero now." He said as he suppressed a frustrated growl. Claire didn't say another world, but enjoyed the cold wind against her face as they flew along.
Not too long after, they landed on the rooftop of Peter's apartment building. Sylar set her down on her feet and was bout to take off, when Claire grabbed his silk button up shirt. She whispered, "thank you," and walked away.