Sylar smirked as he proceeded to cut Mr. Zephyr Dawson's head open and heard his screams but just then, Persephone burst in.
"Hey! I got your message. What's…"she stopped and was staring at the poor collage-age, sandy-haired boy against the wall, half-dead, with blood sprayed everywhere. She put her hand to her mouth, and her eyes were full of horror. She slowly started backing away.
"Perri…I…" Sylar started to say as he let Zephyr fall to the floor and started towards her.
"Perri…"
She ran out of the apartment towards the emergency stairs. Sylar raced after her.
"Persephone, WAIT!"
She ran with adrenaline speed to the top of the stairs and franticly pushed the door open and ran out onto the roof. She realized that there was nowhere else to go.
"Perri.." he said, advancing to her.
Persephone retreated back towards the edge of the building. Sylar realized what was about to happen.
"PERSEPHONE, NO!"
It was too late, with a small scream; Persephone in her frantic retreat stumbled backwards and fell from 17 stories to the crowded street below. Sylar raced to the edge where she fell and tried to slow her down. But you see, it just so happened that Peter Petrelli was walking in the street below. He heard a scream come from above him and looked up to see a girl, falling from the building. Suddenly, a strange, heroic instinct kicked in. Not caring who saw, he immediately kicked off the ground and flew towards her. When he got to her, he saw that her face was strangely calm. He then recognized who it was. It was Persephone Zachary, the beautiful, Australian, water-controller. He caught her in his arms. Her eyes flew open as he hovered in midair.
"Peter." Was all she could say.
Not knowing where he was going, he flew east and after a couple of minutes, he landed on sand and gently put her on her feet. Her eyes were still dazed in shock. He smiled at her.
"Wow…Peter…I…thank you." Was what she said.
He loved hearing his name come out of her mouth. His face then turned to a look of concern.
"How did you fall?"
She cast her eyes towards the sand and told him the story, him hanging onto her every word. When she finished, she flung her arms around his neck.
"Oh Peter! Thank you so much! I…I thought I was dead. I thought I was going to die."
When she pulled back, her arms still around him, tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks. He stared into her eyes and ran his hand over the top of her head in a soothing gesture. He sensed her calming. She sighed and drew herself closer to him, he welcomed her. She loved breathing in his scent.
"Peter?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?"
"Um…where are we?"
"Good question," he chuckled.
They broke apart. Peter then started up the sandy dune.
"Come on," he said with a grin.
She jogged up to catch him. They reached the top of the dune to find a sign that read "Long Island Beach, New York".
"Do you travel at supersonic speed or something?" she said jokingly
He laughed "Actually, yeah."
She put her hands into the back pockets of her ruffly, jean skirt and bit her crimson bottom lip.
"So, what now?" she asked.
He held out his arms to her.
"Come on."
She slightly hesitated but went into his warm arms and for the second time that day, Persephone was airborne. The next time she felt her high-heeled leather boots touch the ground, she looked around and saw that they were in Central Park. Peter smiled at her. She checked her black, Gucci watch that she got as a Christmas gift from her father. It was already 9:47.
"I should go." She said.
"I'll walk you home."
They wove through the streets to her apartment building, climbed the steps to the 20th floor. She took out her key and opened it. She then stood in the doorway.
"Thanks again…you know…for saving me." She said, blushing.
"Anytime."
She smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. With that, she bid him goodnight and slowly shut the door. She then threw on her pajamas and opened up her laptop. She had an instant message. Sylar.
Sylar: Hey. R u ok?
LadyoftheSea7: Yes. I'm fine.
Sylar: I saw P save u.
LadyoftheSea7: Yes. He did.
There was a pause.
Sylar: P, I'm sorry.
She didn't respond.
Sylar: P, please?
Persephone frowned.
LadyoftheSea7: Fine.
LadyoftheSea7: Meet me Long Island Beach, Guard Tower #17 10:30 pm 2morrow. Don't b l8.
Sylar: I'll b there
Sylar: C u Perri
LadyoftheSea7 has signed off at 10:37 pm.
With that, Persephone closed the computer and climbed into bed and slept without dreams.