Abandoned Shack, Outskirts of NY

"Sylar. Hmmm. Sylar, Sylar, Sylar."

"Repeating my name," Sylar said through clenched teeth. "will not make me untie you."

"I know." The man said. "But it doesn't matter. You're not going to kill me."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because," The man half smiled, tied up in the corner of a dimly lit, empty room. "I have the one thing you want most."

"And what is that?" Sylar could not keep the amusement out of his voice."

"Power. That and, I'm the only one who can stop them from hunting you."

It was an odd situation. Sylar for the first time, had second thoughts about killing Noah Bennet. After all the pain he had caused, the amount of running and hiding he had put Sylar through. He was sure that as soon as he got his hands on Bennet, Noah would be a dead man. But now here he was thinking about whether he was making the right choice. What good would killing Noah Bennet do? Nothing really. The more he thought of it, the more he realized that he wanted Noah to suffer. He wanted him to suffer hard and long. To hide, run continuously. He wanted Noah to feel exactly how had been feeling for so long. Like a… fugitive. But Sylar wasn't a fugitive. He couldn't help it, it was the hunger. The hunger that made him how he was. He never wanted to be a bad guy. He just wanted to be special. He had never wanted to be a killer. But they had made him this way. Who were 'they'? Right now to Sylar it seemed like everyone. He could've controlled it, the way he was. But they didn't let him do that. The hunted and stalked him like an animal. They never left him alone. And a person can only tolerate so much.

Sylar laughed. "You can't give me power." He said. "You cannot give me power." He looked at Bennet thoughtfully. Bennet saw something glint in his eyes. A half amused, half murderous look. "But you can give me something else."

For a second Bennet was afraid to ask. "What?"

"Claire." Sylar smiled slyly. He knew Bennet's greatest weakness.

"You sick —" Bennet tried to get up.

"Don't even try to. You'll just hurt yourself." Sylar said.

"You!" Bennet yelled. "Don't even think about coming near Claire. If you hurt her, I'll kill you!"

"Oooh, Noah." Sylar pretended to be hurt. "you're making me feel bad."

"Kill me if you want to. But don't you dare touch my daughter."

Sylar frowned. "I wish I had someone who loved me so much." He paused. "You know Bennet; I'm not a bad guy really. I can be good. I was, once."

"You're a killer Sylar, you'll never be good. They will find you. And when they do, they will kill you. You've created this mess and you can't get yourself out of it."

Sylar Banged his fist against the dirty wall angrily. "See! See, this is why I'm not the good guy!" He shouted the last two words.

It was true. He was good at one point of time. He even helped Bennet once. But what did he get? Bennet had asked a guy who could create vortexes to kill him. He was done being good. In fact, he deserved to be bad.

Sylar sat down on the single plastic chair in the room. He was silent for a few minutes. But in his mind he had come to a conclusion. Something he should've done a long time ago. "I'm going to kill you Noah Bennet. I am going to kill you." He got up and left the room. For a moment a beam of bright light entered from outside as the door opened, and then disappeared immediately as the door shut with a bang. Bennet was left alone in the darkness. He didn't know where Sylar was going, but he knew he had to get out before he came back.