Her hands were red with blood, the blood of our dead son. She was leaning over Noah's dead body, her hands trembling with fear but her eyes cold and dead as she looked up at me. There was no sadness or remorse, she didn't even shed a tear over our son's lifeless body crushed from the impact of the table that was hurled at his tiny body. I knew she was responsible for Noah's death; his own mother killed him when she decided to get revenge towards me. I had taken away everything from her, including her family. I was all she had left and she knew that too. I thought we could move on from what I had done to her in the past but the death of her biological parents due to me and her bold move to expose herself to the world made her snap. Now five years later here we were now, staring down at our son's dead body.

Claire, once so loving and beautiful was now a hollowed out soul standing in front of me. Her green eyes were dark and lifeless while her dark brown hair made her look pale and ghostly. She backed away from Noah's body, wiping the blood on her pants as if it was nothing as I reached for Noah, holding his limp body in my arms.

I cradled him in my arms, crying in front of her and Peter who stood in the corner stunned by everything. Daphne and Knox stood quietly behind Claire, motionless and overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

Claire stared down at me, watching me cry over Noah's death and as I looked up to face her, she looked calm as she raised the gun to my head. At this she smiled as if my death alongside our son would make her just as happy.

And just as quickly as she raised the gun she pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting me right in the neck. The impact knocks me back and the pain soon comes after while the blood trickles down my neck. The pain only hurts for a few seconds more my body begins to heal itself, lodging the bullet out of my neck on its own. The rage and betrayal began to set in and I slowly rise to my feet. Claire is still standing there watching me only in shocked reaction as she looks down at my blazing hands.

Peter moves forward, yelling. "No Sylar, don't!" He tries to move past Claire but Claire turns around, her right arm swinging out and hitting him hard enough to knock him off his feet.

I look down at my blazing hands and then down at Noah's body, the heat becoming stronger as my rage increases more than before. I had lost the only thing that mattered to me.

Claire's attention is directed away from me as she stands over Peter's body sprawled out on the floor, a haunting laugh escaping her lips. "I killed you once; I can easily do it again."

Peter doesn't respond but grabs Claire by her ankles pulling her off her feet sending her crashing to the floor right beside him. Catching her off guard, Peter makes a run for the door right before the house explodes with Claire and I right in the middle of it.