7. Chapter Seven
Claire leaped up to face her attacker as the door opened quickly. As a figure stepped into the room, Claire raised her knife to whoever was there. No one moved before she heard a sigh and felt the kife being tugged off her. "It's just me Claire, Just me." Sylar muttered as he stepped further into the room and used his foot to shut the door behind him. Claire visably relaxed when she realised it wasn't the government coming in to take her away and kill them both.
Sylar dumped the bag of clothing onto the sofa along with his keys and moved to the kitchen. Claire couldn't help but stick her hand into the bag to see what was there. She felt soft fabric before pulling it out and seeing it was fresh clothing. Claires eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she felt more clothing. "Where did you get these...? You didn't... Hurt anyone for these did you...?" Claire hesitated before looking up to face Sylar.
Sylar grabbed a drink from the kitchen and sighed. "Do you think I just go around attacking anyone I want...?" Sylar said, and when he didn't get an answer his face became filled with anger. "I bought these for you Claire." Sylar snarled before moving to his bedroom. Claire heard his footsteps get further away before properly tipping the bag upside down and spilling the contents across the floor. They were all the right size, And Claire definitely didn't want to find out how he knew her dress size.
She took a long inspection of the clothes, seeing clothing that was quite nice and decided that she had acted out of line. Claire knew that this situation was uncomfortable for both of them, And asking Sylar if he had done something bad for the clothes probably wasn't the smartest thing she had ever done. Claire scratched her head before gently picking up the clothes and placing them in her room.
She placed the clothing in the wardrobe before picking out a simple pair of jeans, a black t shirt and some shoes before moving to the bathroom to get changed. Once she was done changing, Claire grabbed a baseball cap and threw her hair up into the cap before deciding she wanted to leave the apartment. Claire didn't bother to tell Sylar where she was going as she stepped out of the apartment, Down the apartment stairs and out into the streets of New York.