Claire didn't know where she was heading, But she just knew she had to get away. Temporarily living with a psychopath who once killed your biological father was always going to be akward, But the tension was too thick for her tastes. She knew that her adopted dad was partly to blame for Sylar's behaviour, and if anyone she should be mad at her dad not him. But deep down she knew a little piece of her did not hate Sylar or Gabriel, But rather pitied him. She knew what it felt like to be abandoned.
Claire didn't know how long she had been walking for, but she knew she couldn't stop walking now. She didn't want to go back to being with Sylar, She never really felt at ease with him around. She constantly felt like a mouse who was one step away from falling into a trap. She knew that it was silly given she was immortal and peter trusted Sylar completely to feel this way, But Claire knew it would take months before she honestly felt comfortable around Sylar. At the end of the day, Claire needed the help.
As claire continued to walk she didn't pay attention to the time passing, and she didn't realise that around 2 hours had passed since she started this journey. Sighing, Claire took in her surroundings and saw that the darkness of the night had spread into the deepest parts of the streets. Not even the murky streetlights succeeded in saving the street from the darkness. She patted around in her pockets and found she had left her phone at the apartment. great... She sighed internally as she realised she had no way to get back to the apartment. She didn't know Sylar's phone number off the top of her head and she had never been this deep into New York before.
As she was having her silent panic, She decided it was best to keep moving instead of standing in the middle of a dark street. She turned back the way she came and silently hoped she was walking in the right direction.
Claire kept walking for a few moments before she became aware of the feeling she was being watched. She quickly turned her head behind her, seeing nothing behind her but the empty street. Knowing better than to dismiss the possibility she was being followed she kept on walking. A few minutes later the feeling inside of her became much stronger, And started to morph itself into butterflies in her stomach.
Claire decided she had to turn around again. As claire turned her head to look behind her again a hand swooped across her face and snaked it's way onto her mouth. The hand applied pressure and muffled her panicked cries before anybody became suspicious. Claire started to shake her head quickly her eyes widening, and tried to swallow the urge to cry.
The man behind the hand started to tut loudly before leaning into Claire's side and whispering into her small ears. "Calm down Miss Bennet. My boss wants you in the best condition and we wouldn't want to risk the chance that your psychopathic babysitter would find us now would we?" The voice laughed quietly and Claire became vaguely aware of a cold object being forced into her skin. It took Claire a moment to realise the man had drugged her!
Already feeling the drug taking over her system, Claire weakly tried to pry the hand off her face before the corners of her vision became black. Claire became vaguely aware of a black limousine halting before the pair before she was lifted up and placed into the car. Claire didn't have time to react before her vision went black completely...