WHO: Claire Bennet & YOU WHEN: August 11 | 8:30 AM WHERE: Downtown near a Starbucks WHAT: One blood soaked, indestructible cheerleader arrives in Lawrence. STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Claire was running, running faster than she ever had in her entire life. There was only one thought on her mind and that was to run, run and to get help. She didn't look back as she ran, not once - she was afraid too. As soon as that guy, the one who said he was a reporter or something told her to run, she listened.
Jackie's screams were still ringing in her ears, and Claire ran faster as if that could make it go away. She had to find someone, she had to tell someone what had happened - she needed to get help.
She was almost at the field when everything went wrong, because she was no longer on her school grounds, she was on a street - a street she did not recognize. Claire toppled over and fell to her knees, skinning them in the process. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might explode. She blinked, but the surroundings stayed the same.
Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Slowly she got to her feet, and cautiously took a few steps foreword. Did this have something to do with the guy? No, it couldn't because things like this were not possible. Things like this did not happen. Then again...what she could do wasn't supposed to happen either.
Where was she?
She swallowed hard, her mouth becoming dry. Was she dead? Was this some sort of creepy limbo or heaven or something? Had she finally died? But how could she had? All she had been doing was running. She had survived being impaled, jumping off a water tower...almost everything, there was no way she could have died now.
Slowly Claire began to walk, looking over her shoulder every few steps to see if anyone was behind her. This didn't look like any of the streets in Odessa, so where was she? Up ahead she saw a familiar sign...Starbucks.
She stopped walking then, the rational part of her brain telling her no matter the circumstances a blood soaked cheerleader walking in there was a bad idea - the not so logical part, the part of her which was scared just froze.
She had no idea where she was and no idea how she got there. She had just watched the girl she used to be best friends with get her head cut open and now...
Claire simply stood there, unsure of what to do. Instinct was telling her to start running again, if running had got her here than maybe it could get her out too. She took a few steps backward, preparing to run again, she had to do something she couldn't stand still like this anymore. If she kept standing still she knew she might scream, fear was taking over.