The darkness was thick and still in the cold metal room. Any sound disturbed the peace that the night gave. Moonlight reflected through a small crack in the wall, almost making the room seem underwater. It seemed like nothing could disturb the peace that the small building held. You could hear waves crashing in the distance, in a pattern, this gave the room a feeling of more peace. It was the only natural sound.

Suddenly the door smashed open; it hit the wall next to it, creating a small dent. The room lost its peaceful feel in favor of a tenser and more dangerous feeling. Into the room came a short sixteen year-old girl. She slammed the door shut with adrenalin influenced strength. She was alone and her movements indicated nervousness and frustration.

In the basement of the no-longer peaceful house, two men jumped from the chairs they occupied. The TV gave off enough light for one to locate his shotgun. The man in front silenced the man with the gun as he made his way towards the stairs… slowly.

Claire Bennet leaned on the door, breathing hard. She blinked away tears before remembering the events that lead to this…

"…if you see her, take any steps towards capturing her. Then call ACF by dialing 098 on the nearest phone. There is no way to hurt her so do not endanger those around you by trying to hurt her. She is no danger to you as far as officials know, but she is very good at getting away. Remember that Claire Bennet is vital towards the experiments going on at—"

"Shut it off Zach." Claire groaned, rolling off of the sofa in their safe house. She reached for the remote but Zach pulled it out of reach. "Zach!" She whined, "I don't want to see my wanted ad anymore."

"No, look!" Zach pointed at the TV.

There was a picture of Peter on it along with the other man that was captured. There was a caption telling about what they did, who they were, and their powers.

"Peter." Claire breathed, not believing her eyes.

"Goes to show what we miss without connection to the news for months." Zach muttered.

"He's in a holding facility, that's not fair. He's not a criminal." Claire thought out loud.

"He blew up Odessa, Claire." Zach reminded her.

"Guys, lights out." The Haitian announced, when he entered the room as it started to light out by the natural light.

"I'm still not used to this, bed by 7 am thing." Zach complained as he got to his feet to close the blinds.

"Take advantage of this, it's the only house you'll sleep in for a while." The Haitian reminded them and he left.

At sunset that evening, the three of them were already on the road. The people that hid Claire made sure no one knew she had been there. She couldn't help but feel bad for Peter. He was in Prison in Nevada, in the middle of the desert for something he couldn't control. He was going to be killed too. She wanted so bad to save him but she was in Northern Florida right now and he was in Nevada.

Claire could though. She owed it to him; he saved her ass twice now and her family's. It would be a long trip and convincing the Haitian to let… impossible. The only way for her to rescue him was to go on her own.

"Another car." Zach said lazily from the back seat of their newest car. The Haitian looked into the rear-view mirror. He studied the car and kept driving, it wasn't a police car. They continued to drive, though the car was quite silent. Claire dissolved into deep thought.

"I need to pull over up here." The Haitian announced, shattering the quiet. Claire jumped and looked around.

"Why?" She asked, thinking about her plan.

"I need to check our front tire, it isn't running right." He replied as they pulled over. He got out of the car and walked around to the front.

"Zach." Claire hissed right away.

"Claire." He replied with a slight grin.

"This isn't the time, Peter is in jail and I want to break him out." Claire told him.

"Are you crazy?" Zach asked, dead serious, "That's insane."

"We owe it to him, he saved me, twice."

"We owe it to him? No, you owe it to him." Zach pointed out, "We can't go all the way to Nevada, break into a high security prison, and bust out one of the highest valued prisoners. Not to mention the whole, your wanted thing. You're on the news, Claire!"

"So, we can still do it." Claire shook her head, ignoring all of his points.

"They don't care how old you are, they want you, and they'll kill you."

"Zach, Peter saved me," Claire repeated, "I need to return the favor."

"You can't do that." Zach said stubbornly, and rightfully.

Suddenly the car filled with blue and red flashing lights. The Haitian quickly came around the car and got back in. A tall police officer stepped from the car and came up to their car. The Haitian put down the window and took a deep breath.

"Is everything alright sir?" The officer asked.

"Just fine, sir." The Haitian replied.

The cop leaned over and looked into the car. "How are you?" He asked Zach, Zach looked over to Claire… but she wasn't there.

"I'm fine… just fine." Zach replied.

"Good, well you guys have a great night." The cop smiled and nodded, and then he walked back to his car.

The Haitian waited until he had driven into the distance to turn around and look for Claire.

"Florida cops…" Zach muttered and he looked over to where Claire should have been, "Where'd she go?"

"Dammit." The Haitian sighed.

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Claire tore as fast as she could down a pathless stretch of trees. She dashed through a bush and skidded to a halt in a small clearing. She wasn't sure what to do next. She realized she made a mistake.

"I can't save Peter, what the hell was I thinking?" She asked herself silently.

Claire turned around and headed back through the newly created path. She went back towards the street and peeked through the plants. The car was gone. They left. How could they have left? What the hell would possess them to leave? Whatever. It didn't matter. She turned around and slowly retreated through the trees. Now came the regret, bad move Claire.

The heat started to affect her as she trudged along the dark patch of trees. The air began to smell salty, which told Claire that she was by the sea. By now she was long out of the forest; she had no idea which way she was going and she decided it was time to try and find a means of communication. She remembered his cell phone number because he made her in case something like this should ever happen. Now all she needed was a payphone.

Claire approached a harbor area to start her search for the phone. She was quite glad it was dark so no one could really see her. She spotted a phone near the dock, mainly by its lit up "phone" sign. Claire grinned and sped up towards it, she pulled the correct amount of change out, just enough for one phone call, and dialed it. One right… two… three….. five… answering machine.

"Dammit." Claire said softly and stomped her foot on the ground, "Guys, it's me, I found a payphone but I don't have enough money for another call, please call back this payphone and I'll try to stay by it… hurry. If you guys don't come by morning, expect to find me in Nevada." Claire finished that with a lot of bitterness in her voice. She slammed the phone back onto it's hook and it echoed through the silent cluster of buildings.

Suddenly a noise came from the largest building, Claire's eyes grew wide as she slowly turned to see who… or what made the noise. A large, built man exited the building, looking infuriated. All of the rage Claire had towards herself and the Haitian turned into pure adrenalin, and she ran.

"Hey!" The man called loudly, as the girl he watched instantly ran, she passed under a street light and man knew it, it was Claire Bennet.

Claire knew he knew who she was by the fact that he began to chase her, she started to run even faster but her small legs didn't push her that much farther. She turned the corner and came to a dead end. The rubber on the bottom of her shoes disintegrated when she skidded two feet to a stop. There was nothing but a door at the end. Claire swallowed hard and dashed for the door.

Claire banged the door open and slammed it harder than she could normally. Claire fell back against the wall, breathing hard. Why the hell had she been this stupid?

The fun wasn't over yet, though. Claire was jerked out her chain of memories by the opening of a door. She jumped to her feet and turned for the door as two men came thundering up the steps. They came up the steps just in time to see her try to run, and then they tore after her. They followed her to the docks, Claire didn't know where exactly she planned on going; she just knew it wasn't back where she came from.

One of the men, who went by Rob, cocked his shotgun; he took aim and fired towards where Claire was running. The dumpster in front of her made a clanging noise and the lid fell down. Claire looked behind her only to see them gaining on her. She suddenly felt the ground beneath her slipping away, before she even had time to think, the air was sucked from her lungs. She felt the cold rush of water and the salty taste of it. She sunk deeper and deeper and only had one thought "How am I gonna run now?"