Hey guys! So, this is my first story on FanFiction (YAY!) and I am very excited. I would really like to receive some feedback from you guys about really anything t do with the story (what you think would be cool to happen, when you would like things to happen, any mistakes, and questions or even just your thoughts). Thanks!

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When Claire opened her eyes, there was darkness. Complete darkness.

Claire had always found it strange when she was younger that at night in her room, if she closed her eyes and then opened them, nothing would change with what she saw. It would still be dark. She used to even be amused by it. But not at the moment.

When she found it amusing, she was in her room, safe and sound, in a house with her family and she could hear her parents moving around doing things downstairs. But where she was now could not have been more different.

Where am I? Claire thought to herself. What happened? The last thing she could remember was running through streets with another person. A man.

Claire frowned. Who was the man? She couldn't remember much. All she remembered was being at home, getting a phone call and leaving a note for Gretchen. Then she got on a plane, flew to somewhere and was part of an operation, but she couldn't remember what it was, where it was, or even who she was with. All she could remember was fuzzy faces that she couldn't recognise.

Well, I can work that out later. For now, I just need to work out how to get out of here. It was then that Claire realised that she didn't even know where here was. All she knew was that it was dark. She pushed her right arm out as far as it could go, only to discover that it couldn't go out very far before it hit wood. She ran her hand up the wood to see how far it would go, but her hand was stopped soon also. Wherever she was, it was only half a meter tall, maybe a little taller.

Claire moved her hand along the ceiling, and tried to push upwards, only to discover that she couldn't move it a bit. She moved her left hand out, expecting it to meet another wooden wall, but it didn't. Instead, it was something firm, but not quite as hard as a wooden wall. She moved her hand along it, and found that whatever it was went up, and then there was a corner and her hand slid down for a moment before coming to a stop almost immediately. Wait a minute, was that a shoulder? She moved her hand around a bit more, and found a face.

She had to find light. Somehow, she had to find out who, or what, was next to her. She moved her hand to his neck, and searched for a pulse, but found none. She was trapped in a wooden box of some sort with a dead person.

All of a sudden she found it hard to breathe as panic claimed her. She gasped for air. Breathe Claire. Just breathe. That's all that matters. You are going to get out of here. Tears streamed down her face and sobs racked her body. Think, Claire. Think. Light. You have to find light. Then it hit her. Her cell phone. If she had it in her pocket. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and was relieved when her hand came into contact with the small, seemingly insignificant device that might just save her life.

Turning it on, she first shone the light onto the man next to her, and nearly cried out when she saw the pained look on his lifeless face. He had not died peacefully. She looked at the rest of him to see if there was any indication as to how he died, but she could see none. She reached out and turned him over, and it was then that she spotted the blood all over his back. Three shots to the back. Someone had killed him and put both of them in the box.

But what she didn't understand, was why she woke up. She couldn't be knocked unconscious for more than a few seconds due to her ability to heal almost instantly. She couldn't be killed by injury, sickness or old age. She just regenerated. She didn't even age. So she couldn't have been knocked out, and she couldn't have just slept through being moved into a box with a dead man. So why did she just suddenly wake up to this? She should remember something, but she didn't.

Shoving the man back over so she wasn't faced with his blood every time she looked to her left, Claire fought for control once more. Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. She attempted to force herself to calm down and think, but she couldn't. Sobs once more racked her body and she was truly afraid. For someone that was impossible to kill, she was really scared.

I got the idea for Claire being trapped while watching an Alias episode with my mum and my sister, so I can't take credit for that. But I have tried to make it a bit different, so I hope you enjoy it. I don't like copying other people's stuff and I prefer to have my own ideas and do my own thing, but in this case I just felt that the whole freaky trapped thing was a really good opening to the story, and it is a bit different since in Alias, Sydney is trapped and nearly dies and runs out of air, but Claire can't, since she just regenerates. But she can get scared, and she does.

So peeps, please leave a review and tell me what you think. :)