With his heightened sense of hearing, Sylar could hear her heartbeat speed up to a frantic pace, and it was music to his ears. Likewise, the look on her face was a marvelous sight. It had been too long since he had felt this way, since he had a victim in his sights, and could see - taste - their fear. He had missed it.
He could tell she was getting ready to flee, and obviously he couldn't have that. Luckily, she wasn't blessed with her uncle's pesky ability to fly (oh, how he desired that power), so he knew exactly how to take care of that problem. With a simple flick of the rest he froze the ground below her, leaving the cheerleader standing on a large sheet on ice. Any attempt to turn and run would send her slipping and most likely crashing to the ground. Not a permanent solution, but it was enough. After all, he was simply toying with her now, just buying more time to taunt her.
Confident that she couldn't immediately run off, Sylar slowly walked over to her, in no hurry. He wore a wicked smile, and why not? This was his moment.
"Impossible? Come on, Claire. We're in another world, in another year. At this point, I'd say impossible has gone bye-bye. And soon, so will you."