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Sylar turned on his feet, facing Claire, whose head was buried by her hands, releasing sobs. She was still on the table, legs crossed, crying. Sylar felt a pang inside of his heart at the sight, releasing a small gasp.
Claire's head snapped up and stared at the man before her.
"W-why a-are you still h-here?" she asked in a small shaky voice.
Sylar took a step towards her.
"Get out you s-sick…sa-sadistic….cr-creep!" she screamed as loud as she could, but it only came out as a whisper.
He took three more steps, now right in front of her.
"G-get away f-from me!" she said.
Sylar leaned down to look her in the eyes.
Claire looked away.
"I'm so sorry." He said quietly, causing her to stare at him.
"W-what?" she asked, dumbfounded.
Sylar just stared at her.
"S-sylar?" Claire asked, backing up slightly.
Sylar snapped out of his trance.
"I've gotta go." he mumbled, turning to the door.
He yanked open the door, then turned to look at her.
"Sorry." he said, then turned and ran out of the door, slamming it shut.
Claire stared at the door for several minutes until the sound of Mr. Muggles' paws hitting the floor brought her back to reality.
Mr. Muggles whined and howled.
"A little to late to rescue me." She mumbled, picking him up and patting his fur.
Claire thought about what had just happened, trying to decipher Sylar's actions.
After a half hour of analyzing every little motion, word and facial expression, she had only come up with one thing. She was confused.
After another half hour she discovered that, somehow, she wasn't upset with him anymore. And instead of hatred, she felt like she wanted to see him again.
She shook her head.
This is ridiculous! How can you be OKAY with what he did!? the little voice in her head asked.
She knew that she shouldn't be fine with it, but she was. For some unearthly reason, she just wanted him to know that she accepted his apology. She just needed for him to see that she was fine. She just wanted to see his face…
Claire started laughing, jumping off the table to get a glass of water. She was still giggling when she took a sip, Mr. Muggles staring up at her.
She was okay with it sure, but she didn't like him that way.
At least, she didn't think so…
Claire placed the glass of water into the sink, and began pacing.
I don't like him. she thought.
She walked over to the couch and laid down, falling asleep….
Sylar approached her, lifting a menacing finger, tracing an imaginary line over her forehead, leaving a trail of agonizing pain…..
Claire snapped out of the nightmare when she heard the door open and her adoptive mother gasp.
"Claire! Oh no!" she yelled running to hg her daughter.
"Did that CREEP do this?!" she yelled.
"Y-yes." Claire whispered.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine." said Sandra.
"Yeah, I know." she whispered.
But it already was…..
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