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A/N : And so it ends. This is the last chapter of my story. Hope it meets your expectations.

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Claire was dragged into a dark alley. She was fighting him. Kicking and flailing about. But it was doing no good. She knew what would soon happen if she couldn't get to Peter. She had seen it happen before in the locker room. She had seen it happen to her friend. Tears started filling her eyes.

Sylar looked her dead on. There was no emotion on his face. Just shadows. She had gotten away before. He was definitely not going to let it happen again this time.

Claire bit the hand covering her mouth which took Sylar off guard. Without hesitation Claire began to run. She made it a few yards before a trash can whizzed through the air to smash into her back. She fell forward onto the cold, hard cement. The sound of footprints were quickly coming closer.

She rolled onto her back so she was looking up to the stars.

'Please, please let Peter come out. Please let someone see me. Please. I don't want to die.'

The tears were flowing freely down Claire's cheeks. This was not how her life was supposed to end. She wanted to be old with children of her own, possibly even grandchildren. Married. Her father was supposed to walk her down the aisle. He was supposed to protect her. They all were. And where were they now?

Sylar stood over the sobbing girl. He knew that she would cry. He couldn't stop it though. This is what needed to be done. He bent down to pick her up.

"Peter!" Claire screamed as her final attempt to save herself.

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Peter awoke that night to sirens nearby. Quickly he checked Claire's room. He flicked the light on, but she wasn't in her bed.

"Claire?" He called out.

No response.

"Claire!"

There was still no answer.

Before he had time to truly panic he pulled on a sweatshirt and some runners and took off down the hall running. He didn't slow down as he neared the police tape. He didn't slow down when the officers began yelling at him "Stop! This is a crime scene."

He did stop when he saw the last thing he'd ever want to see.

Claire lay frozen, motionless, on the frosty ground. Everything around her was bloody. Her head had been opened, with the brain removed. Just like all the others. Just like the woman a few days earlier.

Peter fell to his knees. She was so close. How could he not have sensed it? He hadn't sensed Sylar either. Peter began to weep.

A police officer was sent over to try and talk to him. But he was in no state to be talking. All Peter could do was cry for her. Even with all the blood, even with her white complexion, even with everyone bustling around her dead body, Peter still thought she looked beautiful.

'She always looked like an angel, now she'll be one.'

Even that notion couldn't console Peter. He wanted her back here with him. He wanted to be able to touch her, to hold her tight and kiss her one last time.

Finally, through the haze one memory entered his thoughts.

'Save the cheerleader, save the world.'

He had failed.