This is my take on Villains. It includes some original characters and characters from the graphic novels. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: Empowered

Sylar slumped in the trash-filled alley, bleeding and beaten, as he pushed the plunger of the syringe he had taken from Mohinder's lab. The miraculous blood flowed into his system. Sylar marveled as the pain from his injuries faded, the flesh of his wounds melting closed.

He heard the familiar tick-tock in his ears, faint at first, but growing stronger. He heard the rhythmic symphony of reality's linking parts, from the whirling electrons of the atoms around him to the majestic music of the spheres of which the Earth was just one small part. The incredible knowledge filled his mind again. He felt like a blinded man who had regained his sight.

Stretching out his hand, he focused on a discarded spinach can. Straining his mind, the invisible fingers of telekinesis inched out carefully, tiredly, from his hand. They feebly wrapped around the can and pulled. The can slid an inch, then another. Sylar pulled harder and, feeling as if something inside him broke free, the can flew across the alley and into his hand.

Sylar grinned happily. "I'm back."

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Wearing a black cap and a long black overcoat, Juliet entered the police station. Among the throng of reporters, she slipped in unnoticed. Peering round the corner, she saw former New York Congressman Nathan Petrelli approach the podium and begin his speech. Knowing she had very little time, Juliet fumbled in her pockets for her gun. She dug out the small LadySmith automatic and aimed it at her own chest.

Juliet's power was fascinating. She was able to heal any injury on her body by transferring it onto somebody else. By wounding herself fatally, she was able to kill others with almost no chance of detection. She was like a living Voodoo doll.

As Petrelli said, "I have the ability to…" Juliet fired two bullets into her own chest. Two identical wounds appeared on Nathan Petrelli's chest as Juliet's own wounds healed instantly, the bullets dropping into her hand. As the crowd dissolved into panicked chaos, Juliet closed her coat over her own bloodstained chest, pocketed her gun, and walked out unnoticed.

Well done, Juliet, her mistress's voice whispered in her hand. Her heart fluttered as she smiled brilliantly.