I had been irrevocably stupid in thinking that the world could change. The reporters stood dead silent and then bombarded me with questions, however only one stood out and caught my attention.

"Miss Bennett, what do you hope to gain by showing yourself to us?"

I cleared my throat and responded carefully.

"Humanity is afraid of change, and yet we've done it over the course of a thousand years. So many of us are scared and angry because we want to be seen and accepted rather than adapt to what society does or doesn't care about."

I didn't want anything for myself. Different or not, I am still human. So are Hiro, Peter, and Sylar. I hated looking out at him as I'd glanced at everyone before ending the line with him.

What I'd done was going to either be good or bad for the world. People would accept us, and some won't. But the changes that can and will occur after this is going to either make everything worse, or create a brave new world.

Peter caught my gaze. He'd barely turned to speak into Sylars' ear and then he stepped forward, making his way over to me. Sylar followed behind him, and it made the anger boil within me as the monster of my life came closer and closer. I kept my cool for the time being until I had every chance to shove something sharp into the back of Sylars' head and hope it would never be dug out.

"Alright, you got your story now move along. Claire, can we talk in private?"

Still tentative to Sylars' closeness, I let Peter hug me and hover for a moment before flying off. I barely heard the audible gasp from the people below us. The cameramen no doubt caught our flight on camera.

We'd descended on a dark rooftop that I easily guessed was an abandoned building. As he'd let go of me, I saw Sylar again behind Peter. A fire seemed to ignite inside me as I prepared myself.

"Claire, wait. Don't."

I threw my weight into him, hitting my fists as hard as I could against Sylars' chest. I exploded with rage and gave it all to him.

"God, you bastard! I hate you!"

Sylar was unlike anyone I'd ever known and hated. He'd done things to me, to my family that he could never take back or be sorry for. I wanted him to die at my hands so I could take away everything he had and show him how it feels to have the things you love viciously taken away by a monster. It was my turn to be the monster.

"You're a monster! I'll never forgive you, never!"

A small part of me felt better to verbally abuse him as well. But it was against my better judgment to let myself look at him at all and see him standing there taking it all, his head dropped like a rag doll with its neck about to be severed from the body.

My breath soon became heavy and short. I was losing the will to keep my arms up. They dropped of their own accord and my knees gave out. I dropped to the ground and managed to hide my face as tears began to fall down my face. This was the one thing I never wanted Sylar to see. I never wanted to let him see me cry.

Suddenly warm hands touched me.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

I jerked away from him and Peter caught me against his chest. He hugged me.

"Claire, Matt Parkman put Sylar away in his own head. He trapped him alone so he would suffer. I went in after him and spent eight years trying to get him out."

"How did you get out?"

"I forgave him. He's not the same man anymore Claire."

"No! A monster like him will never change."

"Remember what he'd said to you back at college Claire. You're the only one to give him the chance to show you the sincerity of those words."

I remembered.

'I don't want to be alone, and somehow you're supposed to help me.'

'You do exactly what I do. You use this gift, this curse, whatever it is to build walls. Make it impossible to actually connect with another person.'

"I don't want anything to do with him."

Peter of all people had to understand why I wouldn't be Sylars' redemption.

"Claire…"

"Don't. Don't you dare say a word."

I'd stopped Sylar from saying anything else as Peter looked at me with sadness.

"Peter, could you take me back to my dorm please?"

I let out a sigh of relief after Peter left. For the first time in a long while I was happy to be alone. It had been a long night, and although I was ready to pass out, I needed to shower. Grabbing my toiletries I left the room and went down the hall.

I left the bathroom clean and with my hair up the towel as I hurried back to my room. Locking the door and checking the window latch, I crawled into bed just when the moon came into view. I stopped myself abruptly when Sylar came to my mind. The man is and always will be my enemy.