claire winchester is not your typical superhero (goallbuffyonus) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-04-17 02:32:00 |
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This was a bad idea. Claire was sure of it. She could practically hear everyone she knew, telling her just what a bad idea this was. Not only was she agreeing to meet with Sylar, of all people, but she was meeting on his turf. On his terms. She was walking into an unknown situation and... well, if Claire was being truthful, she'd have to admit that she really wasn't half as worried about it as she probably should be.
Granted, the last time she'd seen Sylar, they'd wound up in a closet together. Not twenty minutes before that, he'd forcibly kissed her on a couch. Then there was all of the other things he'd done to her in the time that she'd known him and, really, it shouldn't be that surprising that she wasn't all that worried about meeting him now. Yes, she knew it was still probably a bad idea but what was the worst he could do to her?
Deciding it was probably best if she didn't actually carry that thought too far, she instead turned her attention to the path she was taking to his cabin. It wasn't so bad here, aesthetically speaking, she had to admit. The place was pretty nice and the scenery was beautiful. But she wasn't here by choice, and wasn't about to stay a single second longer than she had to.
Which was precisely why she had ultimately decided to meet with Sylar despite all common sense telling her to do the exact opposite and avoid him. The way Claire saw it, if she had to be trapped somewhere that she couldn't escape on her own, the one person who might be able to pull it off would be him. So, as much as she hated him, it wouldn't be very smart of her to not at least see if he had any ideas. Not to mention, he seemed to have some new, unhealthy obsession with Peter that both horrified and intrigued her. The horror, she was used to where he was concerned. The intrigue, however, that was new. And Sylar claimed he had a story that explained it all.
This, she had to hear.
So she made her way to his cabin. The ice pick she'd snagged from the kitchen of her own cabin felt odd as it rested against the small of her back, but also served as a comfort. After her last encounter, she wasn't about to go in unarmed. At least this way, she might be able to jab the thing completely through his eye and gouge it out if he tried anything.
Claire hoped it didn't come to that. She didn't trust Sylar as far as she could throw him, but she did hope that he might actually be a bit sincere this time. That maybe he really wasn't going to set out to make her life a living hell like he'd done for so long now. It would be nice, to not have to worry about him along with everything else in this place. Strange and different, but nice.
Not that she expected it would work out that way. No, Claire was pretty convinced it wouldn't, in fact. Which meant she had to be prepared for anything. So as she stepped up to his front door, she paused. She drew in a breath and exhaled. And with a knot in her stomach that was almost as big as the one she'd had right before jumping off that Ferris Wheel, as well as a slight frown of irritation at the entire situation as a whole, she raised her hand and knocked.