CHAPTER SIX - PUSHY

I stood with my hand on the door handle for about two minutes before actually opening the door. I'd been listening. I wasn't in the mood for being attacked by questions I hadn't made up an answer for yet. When I was pretty sure that Sam wasn't in the room I opened the door, quickly stepped inside and closed it behind me. I even locked it just in case she'd come back during the time I was in the room.

It didn't take me long to pack all my belongings and I made sure to leave my side of the room as neat as humanly possible. When I was done with that I even cleaned the bathroom. I figured that was the least I could to for Sam since she'd always been nice to me. When I was done with the bathroom I acquired some paper and a pencil and started writing a note;

Sam,

I'm having some problems with the family and I have to leave for a while. Don't know when I will be coming back, but I'm leaving my number and my parents address. That's where I'll be staying. Sorry you weren't here, but I had to leave at once.

Sarah.

I put the note on her pillow and returned the pencil to its original place on her desk. I'd actually written the right address on the note. I'd decided to go to one of my houses and for some reason it seemed right to give her the number and address.

I took one last look around the room and then threw my bag over my shoulder. I stepped over to the door and opened it.

He was standing right outside as I opened. I froze with my hand on the handle, just staring at him. He didn't move or speak and I used that to my advantage. I threw the door closed and rushed back into my room. It didn't even matter anyway since he caught the door before it could slam shut and was in the room with me before I'd even taken two steps. I turned around to face him and caught a glance of the window as I did. A thought hit me. I could just jump out of the window, fall down and then run away. My body actually shifted towards it before I realized that it was to no use. He'd be faster than me since I'd have to heal and there was a possibility that someone would see me. So not worth it. I couldn't die anyway.

So I let my eyes meet his.

"What do you want?" I asked and dropped my bag onto the floor so I could cross my arms over my chest and create a posture as confident as possible. He smiled at me and closed the door behind him. Thought this should've been a very threatening action considering who was performing it, nothing about his body language told me he meant harm. Still, I knew that he probably could make any person believe whatever he wanted. He was a manipulating serial killer. And a good one, too.

He placed his arms behind his back.

"Just talk, Claire." He said with a calm voice. I stared at him and when he didn't move or speak again, I forced myself to take a step towards the window. Just in case.

"I really don't feel like talking." I answered with a just as calm voice as his. He sighed.

"I figured. How are you?"

"What?"

Why the hell would he want to know how I was feeling. Why was he acting so darn weird?

"I was wondering how you felt. Didn't you hear me?"

"I heard you just fine!" I snapped. "Now could you please leave?"

"I will." He simply said and casually went over to sit at my bed. While he did so I took one more step towards the window. He looked up at me and gave me a playful smile.

"That won't work, Claire. I know you aren't that stupid."

I didn't answer him. Instead I glared at him and took one more step. This time making it very obvious to him what I was doing, really stomping my foot into the floor as the step ended. He chuckled lightly.

"What do you want?" I demanded.

"I told you. I want to talk to you."

"Then talk."

He rose from the bed and walked over to me. Even though my heart was racing with fear I stood my grounds and didn't move even the slightest. When his tall body was too close for eye contact I angled my head upwards so I could reattach our eyes again.

"Talk." I said again.

He shifted forward and bent down towards me. He placed his mouth by my ear.

"I had fun last time."

My body stiffened at the memory and the embarrassment consumed my body. I clenched my teeth together and closed my eyes shut. I didn't answer him.

He pulled back from me.

"I didn't mean that time, Claire. But I'm quite intrigued by your reaction." He chuckled darkly. I slowly opened my eyes again and located his.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him angrily.

"Last time. You remember, body snatchers, broken ribcages.

I stared at him. Did he mean..? But how? Why?

"That was you?" I blurted out in astonishment without thinking about it. He smiled.

"Who did you think it was?" He asked, sounding amused.

"Someone I know!" I said complaining "Someone I like! Someone who likes me!"

It'd never even occurred to me that my mystery savior wouldn't have been anything but those things and I was honestly surprised by this new information. Of course, he could be lying but why would he? And it was possible. He did know me. In some way. He knew that he wouldn't kill me by crashing his hands into my chest and he certainly had the strength to even do that.

"You do know me, Claire. For the liking part… Well, we're getting there." He said smiling.

"I want you to leave now." I said and made a way to obvious gesture towards the window "Please." I added with a hiss from between my teeth.

"I told you I wanted to talk first!"

"You've said enough!"

"Clai…" He started saying but were cut off when someone opened the door. Before I could even react he flew towards me, grabbed me around the waist and we darted away. For a brief second I wasn't touching the floor but just as quick as he had grabbed me he had released me again and I felt the ground beneath me. I stumbled as my head rushed by this sudden action and he grabbed me again. I closed my eyes and let my head clear before opening them again and pulling myself away from him. He let me do that, which I hadn't expected.

My head was racing with confusion to why he wasn't attacking me but I forced those thoughts away so I could examine my situation. I looked around me. I was outside and no longer in my dorm. I looked up and saw my window. I turned my attention to him.

"What are you doing, Sylar? My stuff was up there! I needed them! Now Sam will find them and I'll have to see here before…!"

He cut me off.

"Easy, Claire! I brought the bag! Don't worry!"

He pointed to a spot right beside me and as he'd said, the bags were there.

"Oh." Was all I was able to say.

"Now can we please talk?" He asked.

"No!" I hissed and reached for my bag. When he didn't stop me I grabbed it, slung it around my shoulder, turned around and started walking away from him. I figured he wouldn't hurt me since he hadn't done that already and I didn't have time to stand here and talk to a serial killer.

When I'd walked a few steps I looked back and saw him following me. I looked back in front of me and frowned with irritation while I walked.

When I was outside school grounds I turned right and stared walking toward the nearest parking garage. I looked back for a brief second and saw that he still followed me. When I reached the entrance to the garage I hesitated. Should I really go in there when he was following me? We would be all alone and no people would see us. Well, I had to go in if I wanted the car so I steadied my steps and walked in.

I reached my Mercedes without being attacked my by follower. I fished out the keys from my bag and opened the car. I threw the bag in the back seat and then placed myself behind the wheel. I started the car and drove out from the space.

"Nice car."

I screamed, hit the break and felt the car stop violently. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I didn't work.

"Why did you do that!" I screamed at his face where he sat beside me in the car "I could've crashed the fucking car!"

"I didn't mean to scare you, Claire." He said calmly while he was inspecting his own fingernails. I glared at him for a while before speaking again.

"Can you please get out of my car." I demanded between clenched teeth.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm going home and you're not invited."

"Can't you just drop me off on the way?"

"NO!" I screamed at him "You can walk yourself!"

He turned and looked at me. I recoiled from him and pressed my back to the car window. It doesn't matter if he didn't hurt me in any way. He still scared.

He smiled, looked away and continued inspecting his own fingernails.

"We still need to talk."

"No we don't."

"Yes we do, Claire."

I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to win this.

"Fine!" I hissed "But not today. Please."

"I'll come by tomorrow." He said and before I knew it he was gone. I stared at the empty seat beside me for a while before I started the car again and drove out form the garage.