The rain dropped down like bomb shells from the sinister black sky. Frequent outbursts of earsplitting thunder could be heard over the clumsy rustle of leaves under her feet. Flashes of lightning lit up the sky for a miraculous split second, and then died back into gloom. The overwhelming stench of rotting trees and long deceased animals surrounded the whole area. What flowers there previously were had been trampled into the ground, producing a sloppy muddy mess.
She had no time to think about her footing, or what was around; all she had time to think was 'Run'. The mud had already consumed one of her shoes, in her frantic and careless getaway. Her once blue denim skinny fit jeans had torn in various places, with red patches from wounds that had lasted less than a second, and splotches of wet mud, torn up from the ground by clumsy footwork. Her shirt was no longer the pristine white it once was, but also so covered in a layer filth and blood, yet still no wounds. Tangled blonde hair cascaded down her back, with the odd small twig or leaf embedded in her curls.
She couldn't run anymore. Everywhere ached. She had to stop, rest. Even the invincible cheerleader couldn't run forever. The rain was still pelting down, but not as hard, and the sound of the thunder had died down to a low rumble. Lightning had completely stopped, leaving the sky a threatening gray colour with no miraculous flashes. Claire Bennet stopped under a large singed tree, which had been struck by lightning causing it to fall on a tree significantly lower down. This created a small hole just big enough for Claire to squeeze into to regain her breath.

Rolling over onto her back, Claire dug deep into her pocket fumbling around for a cell phone. Finally she managed to salvage it from her left back pocket. She frantically searched her contact list for the only number she though could be useful at this point, the one person she thought she could count on. Call. The signal was weak. Static could be heard over the ringing of her cell, until finally;
'Hello?'
'Help me!' her voice was barely audible between sobs and over the constant static, 'please help me Peter, he's coming, Sylar, he's after me, in the woods... Uh... The woods near my house... Hurry Peter PLEASE!'

'Claire? Is that-' before Peter Petrelli could finish his sentence, Claire's phone began to crumble in her hand until it was nothing more than dust. A sickeningly familiar voice swept over Claire, sending a chill down her spine that forced her to freeze on the spot. The sinister voice special people had grown to fear.

'Hello Claire'