First Hints.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, but one day I will Mwa ha ha! Only kidding.
AN: a brief drabble about how Mohinder first realised who "Zane Taylor" really was.
Mohinder stared in horror. Dale Smither's blood was everywhere, dripping down her arms and forming a perfect map on the floor. Her iPod was still thumping away on the floor stained red. His eyes blurred and he felt a hot burning in his gut.
He stumbled to the car where "Zane" was massaging his sore head and spluttered over the ground.
"Mohinder, what's wrong?" "Zane" asked concerned.
He could only point hopelessly behind him.
"Zane" ran forward and stopped dead at the entrance, his feet touching a forbidden line. "Zane"'s shoulders seemed relaxed and Mohinder wandered if he was going to faint. He pulled out his mobile and began dialling the police.
It was Sylar he new it. The brute who had murdered his father was here perhaps close. He swivelled his head around, neck prickling at the very thought. Had Sylar wanted to come for him and found poor Dale instead? Was Sylar toying with him, following him and stealing the special people he happened to meet on the way? Mohinder glanced at "Zane". What if Sylar got "Zane" next? He could no bare that on his conscience.
"Mohinder, what are you doing?" "Zane" looked puzzled by the urgent dialling.
"I'm calling 911."
"But where do we come into this?" "Zane"'s logic confused him, it was obvious they hadn't dome a thing.
"What do you mean? We found her."
"How?Why? Where do we come into this? Can we explain any of this without looking completely insane?" "Zane" looked panicked and frightened.
"The top of her head was ripped off." He replied firmly, as though this explained everything. "It was Sylar!"
"Sylar..." "Zane"'s face turned into a mask of fear. " Sylar where?" His expression faltered slightly into admiration. "Where is that dashingly good-looking and intelligent fellow who's out-fitted authority?"
"Zane!" Mohinder cried in shock. "He's a brutal and unmerciful killer, one who's out to get people like you!"
"Zane" blinked. "Yeah So? Doesn't mean he can't be dashingly smart and good-looking."
"Zane," Mohinder said, panic rising up his face, Sylar could be back any minute now, " He's not a misunderstood character, he's evil."
"Your right." But "Zane" still had a little smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, back to reality," Mohinder circled the car and climbed in. "We'll get out of here and call he police from the road."
"Yeah." "Zane" massaged his head again.
" Zane are you okay?" Mohinder noted how pale his face had gone.
"Yeah," he climbed in beside him.
Mohinder drove away feeling his heart race. Why had "Zane" been so...laid back about Sylar? Didn't he understand? Why had he said nice things about him? Then it struck him.
He'd heard Sylar's voice on a message weeks ago left on his father's phone. A voice pretty similar to the one on "Zane"'s lips. No. People always sounded different on answering machines.
The thought wouldn't go away. He would check his laptop at the next stop for Zane Taylor and in the mean time keep an eye on "Zane".