Clair looked at the Haitian, then at the woman claiming to be her grandmother.
"No," she said, closing her eyes. "I'm not going with you again, ok?"
"Clair, you must," he said, walking towards her. "We need to keep you safe, and with Peter is not going to be safe."
"You don't understand, he's the only one I can trust at this point!" She said, stepping back.
"Clair, sit down, listen to us," started the woman. She stepped forward and placed a hand on Clair's shoulder. Again, Clair shouted, "NO!" Suddenly, she felt the hand yanked off of her, but the Haitian hadn't moved. Clair looked to see that the woman's hand had been burned.
"What the? I thought you said that she was a regenerator!" she yelled, thrusting her hand under water in a nearby sink.
"She is," replied the Haitian. "But I didn't say that she couldn't develop any other powers… It is possible that she will gain more abilities that just regeneration… Clair, you need to come with me, we need to make sure you don't lose control."
Clair backed away slowly, moving towards the door. Suddenly, the Haitian moved forward, shimmering. When he stopped in front of Clair, he had turned into a woman.
"Clair, you have two choices. Choice number one, you can come with me, and we can sort this all out at my place."
"And choice number two?" Clair asked, backing up against the wall of the room.
"Well," the woman pulled out a small needle. "You can come with me the hard way… Now, what shall it be?"
"I- what do you want with me? Why can't I just go?"
"Because, we want what you have…" The woman advanced toward her, and moved to put the needle in Clair's arm. Clair closed her eyes, and screamed once again, "NO!"
A wave of heat erupted from her, knocking the woman back. She fell against the other woman, and the needle poked the woman in the arm. She immediately passed out. The other woman got up slowly, her skin a bright red.
"You little brat, your too dangerous, now come with me!" She lunged at Clair, who flung her arms out to protect herself. As the lady grabbed her arms, the burst into flame. The lady screamed, and let go of Clair's arms, and running to the sink. She pulled out a gun out of her jacket, turned, and shot at Clair. Clair watched as the bullet moved towards her, slowed, then stopped, about six inches from her head. At the same time, she heard someone shout, "CLAIR!" She turned, but there was nobody there. Then, out of nowhere, Peter appeared.
"Peter!" she cried, rushing to him.
"Clair, we need to go!" he shouted, as the woman turned to him. He moved his hand, and the gun flew out of her hand, and she was slammed to the ground. He then turned, and pushed Clair out the door.