Since the incident with "Sam," Claire had hardly practiced anything towards cheerleading. And then, an anonymous note had been under her door that morning, stating that a gym had been arranged for her training. Assuming that Nathan or Peter had gone through the trouble of securing her a place to practice, Claire thought nothing of it and showed up soon as the doors opened, excited to be doing something again. Little did she know the force behind her being there; being a Pureblood had its benefits no matter the time, place, or city.
The blonde Texan had been at it for about an hour now, working up a sweat and growing more confident in herself in being able to land a position on the squad. She was trying to land a double hand spring when she lost her footing, closing her eyes and ready to feel the mats roughly meet her...but it didn't come, and unless the ground had opened up into a void, something else was at play in her would-be fall. Claire opened her eyes, shocked to see herself hovering above the floor. She froze in horror though at the reasoning behind her safety, heart picking up a faster, more panicy pace. She was utterly alone...and it all seemed to make sense then. She had stupidly believed this to be a blessing, but Sylar had clearly somehow found her, had arranged for this perfect opportunity to finally kill her and claim the power she possessed.
Hitting the floor much more gently then she would have without Sylar's powers, she started to crawl backwards, in a likely fruitless attempt to escape him. She refused to cry, glaring a thousand deaths his way as she snarled, "Get away from me!!"