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[clocks_ticking]

Sylar grinned only on the inside, to himself where no one else could see.

On the outside he might as well have looked like any other passerby, walking to the Butler house with a purpose, hardly sketchy-looking...

If he'd done his research correctly, Bennet wouldn't be home from one of his "business trips" until tomorrow, the Mrs. was off at a dog

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[canthurtme]

The water was excruciatingly hot, her flesh was bright pink under the brutality of the pressure and heat. But she wanted to wash everything away, wash it all down the drain. She didn't want to think about the trouble she had caused her family, about how her mother didn't talk to her dad any more, about how her dad was a company man again...

Claire thought about punching the wall, but her mom got so pissed at her the last time that she put a hole in the wall. Instead, she contented herself with watching her blood swirl down the drain. Looking down at her hand, she confirmed the fact that all five of her fingers had grown back. It had only taken five seconds this time.

Running her new fingers through her hair, she breathed in the steam and stepped directly under the shower head. She couldn't hear anything but the rushing of the water and her own heartbeat. She was alone in her own world, a place where no one could hurt her.

[clocks_ticking]

Or so she thought.

Not wanting to be a movie cliche, he flicked the water off himself with just a jerk of a movement in his wrist, grinning to himself as all background noise washed away down the drain with her blood.

"Hello, Claire," he said rather darkly, voice a bit hoarse and deep, and just as quickly as the water had ceased, the door flicked shut behind him, locking.

"Don't try to run, you won't get very far."

[canthurtme]

"Sylar," she whispered.

She swallowed, her eyes closing as she swallowed the urge to scream. The curtain protected her from his gaze, but not from his powers. She wondered if he would allow her to get dressed before he killed her. It's bad enough to die with your head ripped open, but she would rather not be naked.

Gritting her teeth, she made no movements. Instinctively, her hand tightened around the straight razor in her hand. It served as a reminder. Any pain that he caused her was nothing compared to what she could do to herself. She had been burned, broken, frozen, cut, shot, impaled...

She wasn't afraid.

[clocks_ticking]

"That's right, don't scream, babydoll. No one will hear you. I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty to check your mom's Filofax. Everyone gone until at least tomorrow... too bad, really. And by the time they'll be back, you'll be far, far away from them."

He chuckled softly.

"I have a few new tricks up my sleeve since the last time we met. Tell me... did you miss me? Turns out I somehow ended up with your old Claire at one point-- that's how I figured out your address, see... nice ride, I have to admit. Daddy get that for you?" Grinning outwardly now, he let himself trail off. "And then your blood to get me allllll better. Aren't you glad? I can't tell you how good it felt, knowing you were coursing through me, inside of you... I think I'd like to return the favor at one point, don't you?"