Claire stared blankly at her lap as she sat on her bed. Her damp hair brushed to one side after being somewhat dried with the towel that lied beside her. She flinched as flashes of what Sylar had just done to her earlier sparked inside her head. She leaned her elbows on her knees to rub her temples gently.

Her head has been hurting for a while and she didn't know why. She paused as her thought process came back to her void of the headache.

After the Sylar incident, did her head begin to hurt; after Sylar left her in wonderment and aftershock. Tears began to pool in her eyes and she was glad that her door was closed even though her mother was downstairs and Lyle was sleeping over at a friends' house.

She sobbed silently before she gasped as the ache in her head began to surge powerfully. Claire shut her eyes as her breathing began to quicken and opened her eyes as she felt a tingle in her hands. She continued to whimper in pain as she watches in horror as her skin began to ripple and shine lightly.

She shook her hands in her failed attempt to make it go away. Her fear began to rise as the glow in her skin began to spread, shining more violently.

"Stop," she muttered as tears fell down her cheeks and she began shaking. "Stop it!" Her voice rising as she shook her hands and wipe her skin trying to make everything go away.

"STOP!" She yelled throwing her hands to her side and suddenly a loud crash came in front of her surprising her as one of her cheerleading trophies clanked to the floor. She didn't realize she was standing until her trophy hit the floor. She looked at her hands which had relaxed from the fist it was formed in.

Back in forth she looked from her hands to the trophy on the floor. Even though she was scared of what was happening to her, she was still fascinated with this new development. She hesitantly held her hand with palm facing down before lining her gaze with the fallen trophy.

She held her breath as she concentrated on the trophy. Her eyes narrowed as she took in a deep breath in and out. Slowly she raised her fingers and to her amazement and shock the trophy wobbled before she flicked her fingers. The trophy flew from the floor and hit the wall.

"Claire!" At the sound of her name being called the cheerleader shook herself out of her shock enough to give a coherent response. "What was that? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Mom," she yelled back. "I'm alright I just dropped my phone." But it wasn't her phone it was her cheerleading trophy that had flew at the wall. And she wasn't even near enough to touch the small table where all her trophies were placed.

She looked at her hands in terror as they shook and trembled and she held them out in front of her as if her hands were beings with their own mind.

"What's happening to me?" she whispered to herself, wrapping her arms around her.

What did Sylar do to me?