Maya awoke with a start, as she smelled something burning. She sat up and found a note beside her. She picked it up and read it. 

 

 

She smiled placing the note on the stand next to her. She stood up putting her clothes on as she made her way into the kitchen.

 

She stepped in suddenly noticing the main door was open, the knob burned like it was torched with something, smoke steaming off from it. She rubbed her tired eyes, wondering how that happened.

 

“Gabriel?” she called, almost panicking now, afraid someone was after her again.

 

“He is not here,” a voice sneered behind her. Maya turned around startled as she saw a young blonde woman and an older man. “Who are you?” she asked.

 

“The name is Bob,” he stated, holding out his hand, but she just backed up. “I do not know you,” Maya replied.

 

“We are here to help you Maya,” Bob stated, “we know of your ability.”

 

 “How?” she asked, wondering who these people were.

 

“We are special like you,” the young blonde said glancing at Maya, “I heard you have an amazing, dangerous ability.” Her hands flickered with electricity. “You and me share a common power.”

 

“You...I saw you in Mexico. You were the one that cut us off,” Maya said angrily, recognizing the blonde.

 

“Maya, calm down. We just want to help you,” Bob stated, staring at Elle disappointed. 

 

“NO! Where is Gabriel?” Maya yelled.

 

“He is not here. It’s best if we go before he gets here,” Bob stated, “he is a dangerous man, Maya. You can’t trust him; he’s killed over a dozen people.”

 

“That’s a lie; he would never kill anyone deliberately,” she replied, wondering if they were the people from the company Gabriel told her about.

 

“Wow, he really got you in his hooks, didn’t he?” Elle retorted as she sent a small bolt of electricity at Maya.

 

“Elle!” Bob yelled.

 

“What?”

 

Maya gasped out loud as she landed on the floor, holding her arm. The electricity shocked her making her body jerk. She sat up about to send out her plague on them when she felt a needle pinch her neck.

 

“Sorry Maya, but this is the only way to get back Sylar,” Bob said as he pulled the syringe out.

 

She blacked out. The last thing she saw was the blonde smirking at her.

 

 

He smiled as he stood on the roof looking out into the city. The sky looked dreary like it was going to rain. He imagined what it would look like if it were burned, as the sky would stay dark forever. Then he would rule the world, no one stopping him, no one getting in his way. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by footsteps approaching him. Knowing who was behind him, he grinned wickedly.

 

“What took you so long?” Sylar asked, turning to face him.

 

“I was busy, taking care of business,” Adam said grinning broadly, “so…you actually killed them?” he asked smiling.

 

“Yes, why are you so persistent of having them dead?” Sylar asked curiously.

 

Ignoring his question, he took a step forward, his hands behind him. “Do tell me about this ability you’ve achieved.”

 

Sylar smiled a fake smile, knowing he couldn’t tell him the truth and the fact he was stealing his act pissed him off more. “It’s the power of death like you said. Just controlling it is based on emotions,” he replied, grinning.

 

“With the power of death and radiation, nothing would stop you. A city would be gone in minutes,” Adam said, smiling. 

 

Sylar stared at him for a moment, wondering why he would want to wipe out a city. Is he trying to destroy the world?  “What are your real intentions?” Sylar asked, staring at the grim man.

 

“I told you...we are going to go find the people from the company and make them pay.”

 

Sylar stared at him unusually, knowing he wasn’t telling him everything. He wasn’t stupid and knew that Adam had something else planned but he wasn’t quite sure of what it was yet.

 

Adam rambled on as Sylar telekinetically tossed Adam in the air making him hit a rail near the door. Sylar snickered as he watched Adam fall to the ground. Adam pulled himself up as he straightened his back, aligning his spine back together. Adam was happy that he could regenerate or he would have been paralyzed by now. Adam stared at the man, wondering if he was losing his patience. ‘So you’re trying to kill me now?” Adam asked, standing up as he snapped his arm back in place.

 

“No, but I’m growing weary of your lies,” Sylar sneered, approaching him.

 

Adam walked past him, not giving him a slight motion that he was scared of him. “You’re not the first to try and kill me. I’m much harder to kill than you think,” Adam scolded.

 

Sylar sneered wickedly. “I wouldn’t push your luck. There are ways I can...get that brain of yours.” He stood in front of him now, with his arms crossed. 

 

“I didn’t come here to fight you,” Adam said, “I came here to give the location of Company.”

 

“Where?” Sylar glared.

 

“Odessa, Texas is the main headquarters. They also have a virus. It takes people’s abilities away from them and we need that to stop the Company. There are a lot of them and this is the only way to take them out.”

 

Sylar smiled back, knowing he was lying. He knew the virus was true but wasn’t sure if he was telling him the truth about what this virus could really do. Maybe he’ll go along with this plan until he gets what he wants.

 

 "I want you to succeed, Gabriel. You are meant to do this, to take what others don’t deserve because this is your evolutionary imperative,” Adam said.

 

 

A young man hovered near the building, watching the man “Sylar” make his way out. Within seconds the young man was hovering a foot above the ground, in an alley near the Deveaux building.

 

He ignored the looks he was getting from the homeless guy sitting in the alley as he made a swift landing. His feet touched the ground as he walked towards the street; the wind blowing threw his dark coat

 

It was a cloudy and dreary morning and despite his plans for the evening, he was curious what Sylar and Adam were planning. After getting his memory back, he ran into Hiro and found out about what Adam did…and shocked to find Sylar still alive. He followed Sylar past a street corner, using his invisibility to conceal him. 

 

The young man followed, slightly confused where Sylar was going. He was here a minute ago and suddenly disappeared. There were no signs of Sylar anywhere, only a feeling of a presence near him. He walked towards the middle of the alley knowing he was here, hiding somewhere.

 

He walked closer, stepping in the dark alley, the clouds covering what was left of the sun, making it darker and casting an eerie look to it.

 

He kept on walking further in the alley feeling the wind lift his coat, the cold air nipping at his skin. The same feeling crept back to him the day he first met Sylar. The day he saved Claire, and the day Sylar killed him in Mohinder’s apartment. That sickness, the terrified feeling he would get every time he knew he was near by…watching him like he was his next prey.

 

Now it was different, he was in control of his powers. He could kill him if he wanted to but he was still a kindred soul, and the fact of killing someone still bothered him.

 

He moved toward the dumpsters when he caught a blur of something stopping him in his tracks. He walked closer, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling.

 

“Is someone there?” he shouted.

 

He moved closer to the dumpster. There was nothing there, nothing in the alley but shadows in the corners.

 

“Trying to be a hero again, huh?” a voice sneered behind him. The young man turned around as he was suddenly thrown to the wall, pinned there like a doll.    

 

“Peter, Peter when will you ever learn,” Sylar said, wrapping his hand around his throat for the second time. Sylar smiled. He will finally have this man’s ability.

 

“Let me go before I have to hurt you!” Peter shouted.

 

Sylar laughed wickedly as he threw Peter to the other side of the wall for good measure. “Please. The last time I killed you and then somehow…you came back. But I’ll fix that problem,” he said, pointing his finger to his head.

 

Not giving him a chance to say any more Peter threw him back with his own telekinesis as Sylar hit the wall hard, knocking him to the ground.

 

“I’m tired of this cat and mouse game. I am not here to fight you,” Peter sneered as he used his invisibility to cloak him again. 

 

Sylar stood up; brushing the dirt off of his black pants and sneered angrily. He looked up noticing there was no one there but could sense his presence. “That doesn’t work occasionally. I could still find you!” Sylar yelled taking a step forward.

 

“I don’t think you want glass stuck in that brain of yours again. Do you?”

 

“I am here to warn you about Adam,” Peter replied, “not to fight you.”

 

“Well, I hope you don’t fight me; it would make it easier for me,” Sylar said, clenching his fist.

 

Peter held his hands in front him as Sylar lifted off the ground. Peter reappeared in front of him.

 

“He’s lying to you about the virus…it will wipe out the entire population of the world. You cannot let this happen,” Peter said persistently as he choked Sylar.

 

“Let me down...Petrelli,” he said, gasping.

 

“No, not until you tell me you are not going to help him.”

 

Sylar was gasping desperately for air now, he felt like any minute he was going to pass out, which made him wonder if this is how his victims felt.

 

“Don’t you have any type of humanitarianism for others beside yourself?” Peter replied staring at him in disbelief, “if this happens, everyone will be dead including you and the only person that will be alive is Adam. Is that what you want?”

 

Sylar stared at him, knowing he really wanted to slice his head open and gain that amazing ability but he had made a very good point, which made him wonder if Adam really was going to kill everyone including him. 

 

Peter dropped him as he fell to the ground panting for air. “No, that is not want I want,” Sylar, said angrily, gasping for air as he flicked his wrist throwing Peter to the wall again.

 

“Are you trying to persuade me to help you now?” Sylar asked, standing wiping the dust off his black pants. 

 

“Don’t you have someone you care for besides your selfish self?” Peter remarked hastily pulling himself back off the ground.

 

“Actually, I do,” Sylar remarked taking a step forward, “just because I’m a killer doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings or needs.” Sylar smirked slightly. “So what are you planning on doing Peter? Are you going to try and stop Adam like you stopped me?”

 

“Yes…I’m not going to let him or you kill everyone,” Peter said, staring at him curiously.

 

Sylar glanced away, his thoughts going to Maya. She was the one person he cared about the most and he certainly wasn’t going to let this happen. He had to do something about Adam if any of this was true.

 

Peter smiled, surprised by the thoughts that were coming to him. “There is someone you care about here, isn’t there…named ‘Maya’?”

 

“That is none of your concern,” Sylar retorted turning to look at him curiously.

 

“If she means a lot to you, then you know we need to take out Adam. Hopefully you do the right thing for once,” Peter said hastily.

 

“And if I don’t…you’ll try to kill me again?”

 

“Then one of us will live and one of us won’t.”

Sylar made his way back to his apartment finally after his unexpected visit from peter.

He really thought he was going to get his ability this time but he disappeared before he could try anything.

 

Sylar turned the corner, as he stopped suddenly, noticing the door handle was burned off. He rushed in panicked as he called out Maya’s name. There was no answer as he ran into the bedroom. He looked everywhere and there was no sign of her. He was about to give up when he found a note lying on the pillow. He picked it up reading it as his heart began to race.

 

 

 

Sylar crumpled up the paper and threw it hard across the room.

 

Damn them for this, Sylar thought, for taking the one thing that met something to me, the one thing I ever cared for. How could this happen? He should have stayed and protected Maya, and it’s all Adam’s fault.