She expected as much and froze on the spot, her chest heaving from the heavy breathing induced by her heart slamming against her chest cavity. She snarled at Sylar, hating every fiber of him. "I think we should keep it that way," she snapped in regards to them having been apart for so long. She certainly didn't miss him one bit; she didn't miss these chats.
Claire yelped in pain as her hair was nearly yanked out from her scalp, fingers digging into Sylar's hand as she tried to scratch his hand away. She kept a hold on his wrist in an attempt to lessen the pain, but it wasn't doing much. Her body stiffen at the sight of his finger. And then...there was Elle, creeping up behind Sylar. The cheerleader never thought she was so happy to see the other girl unless...unless she was on Sylar's side. Then she actually looked forward to when Sylar would kill her, because death would be welcome to the hell they'd put her through. But in one forceful blast, Claire was free and it took only Elle's screams to send her running as far from that walking nightmare as she could. Was she running too? Was she going to be safe? Claire chanced a look over her shoulders to insure the other girl had taken off too, because she'd feel awful if Elle was standing ground and fighting her fight.