The girl struggled to control her breathing. Her heart was pounding. Goose bumps traveled up her arms, and a shiver ran up her spine. She took a deep breath, and walked towards the door, slowing her heart down. It was pointless to knock. He knew she was there, she was sure of it. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in.

"H…hello?" Try as hard as she might, she couldn't stop her voice from shaking.

Suddenly, an unseen force pinned her to the wall. He came out of the shadows. He looked like the darkest shadow of them all. Thick eyebrows framed dark eyes, and his expression was hard.

"Who are you?" Sylar asked.

Suddenly, she realized something. And now, instead of being scared, she was furious.

She looked down, and pointed to the floor, indicating the distance from her to it. "No." She said simply.

She raised her hand slightly, and two invisible forces repelled each other, and she was slowly lowered to the floor. Sylar's eyes widened.

"Telekinetic as well." She explained.

He looked at her. "Who are you?" he asked again.

This was it. The reason she'd come. This was everything.

"My name is Kate." She replied. "And as much as I hate to say it…" She paused. "I need your help."

"What?" Sylar asked.

It was the first thing anyone could ask, the first thing that came out in a million of questions.

"I need your help." Kate replied simply.

His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Kate noticed something. Sylar's hands were sparkling with electricity. He was scared. Good. Kate almost smiled. He must be scared if he felt he needed to resort to another ability so quickly after the first one had failed.

"Because I need to help my brother." Kate explained. "And you're the only hero powerful enough to help."

His eyes were hard. "And why should I help you?"

Kate looked at him. "I am one of the world's most powerful telekinetics. I know more about that ability then anyone, even you. I know about the whole know-how-things-work thing that goes with your ability. But what your ability doesn't count for is imagination. It doesn't count in the things you can do if you try." At this, a vase behind her exploded. She didn't even flinch. She wouldn't, since she was the one who had caused it.

He glared. "Please." He said sarcastically. Another vase exploded. That one was his.

She half-smiled coldly. Things in the room started moving, spinning around each other. It was slow at first, and then faster, until it was a tornado.

"Knowing how an ability works doesn't mean you know how to fight." She told him.

He looked at her. "What happened to your brother that would make you come here?"

"The Company thought he was too dangerous to keep in the outside world." She snarled. "So they took him and locked him up."

Sylar's eyes narrowed. That boy must be pretty powerful… "What was his ability?" He asked.

Suddenly, Sylar found himself thrown against the wall.

"You don't have to be telepathic to know what you're thinking, Sylar." She snarled.

He threw his hand back, and she was thrown into the opposite wall. She pulled herself out, snarling. Sylar was already standing up.

She shook her head. "Like it or not, Sylar, I need your help."

"But I don't need yours." He snarled in reply.

She glared. "Like I said, Sylar." She said. "You may know how an ability works…"

Suddenly, Sylar felt a sharp, hot pain in the back of his neck, and he blacked out.

The first thing he saw when he woke up was Kate, a knife in her hand that had a small amount of blood on it.

"But that doesn't mean you know how to fight." She dropped the knife and extended her hand to help him up.

It was easy enough to guess what had happened. Kate had telekinetically put the knife in the back of his head, killing him. But then she had brought him back. He looked at her. She must be desperate. He took her hand, and she helped him up.

He glared. "How old are you?" He asked.

"Fourteen." She said without even blinking.

He looked at her. "And, what? You're telekinetic?"

She shrugged. "I'm a telekinetic telepath. I can move objects with my mind, and read other's minds. And, technically, influence them, but I don't use my telepathy."

"Let's say I agreed. You'd show me how to fight?"

She nodded.

He looked into her eyes. They were two deep oceans of blue. "What's your name?"

"I told you. Kate."

He shook his head. "Last name."

"I don't know. The Company agents knocked me out. Hard. I don't remember who my dad was, what my last name is, anything. I only know my mom and first name because my mom was there when I was awake. She told me to find you to help save my brother. So, here I am."

He looked at her. "Just out of curiosity, what IS your brother's power?"

Her eyes narrowed, but she made no other move to throw Sylar against the wall again. "He's a telepath. To an extreme degree. He remembers anything he hears out of someone's mind. So, he has the intelligence of a 30-year-old."

"And he's really… What?"

She looked down. "He's two."

Sylar's eyes widened. "Two?"

She nodded.

There was silence for a moment.

"Do you have any idea how…?" Sylar started.

Kate interrupted him. "How bad this could end for me and my brother? Yes, Sylar. Yes I do. But I made the choice to come here, and here I am.

He looked at her. "You said you didn't use your telepathy."

"I didn't. It's easy enough to guess what you're thinking, and I've been asking myself that same question. But I have to do this."

He looked into her eyes. They were wide. They looked like they'd seen so much in fourteen years, things they should never have seen. And it was obvious they had, since she was here, asking a killer for help.

He looked at her for a moment, and then finally said, "Fine. I'll help you."

Kate's eyes opened wide. "Really?"

He nodded slowly.

Kate's face burst into a smile. "Wow. Just…wow!"

He looked at her, his eyes dark. "But if I EVER see you after that…"

"I know." Kate interrupted. "It won't be good for me." Despite her words, she was smiling. Kate had just done the impossible.