Hi everyone! Alright, so new story and new fandom. I'm branching out a bit here and yeah, I'm a little nervous. I've never written in Heroes before and to be honest I'm kind of scared. But, I'm putting it out there and that's that. Feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism will definitely be welcomed. Anyway, here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognize. I only own Kellyn and her relations. The title of the story is taken from Oasis's song Falling down.

I haven't come this far to let you bring me down

Chapter One ,

Everyone wants to be special. It's a simple fact of life. Not everyone wants to blend in and be unoriginal; it's why we try to reinvent ourselves. We get bored with the norm and voila, we bring on change. At least this is the case with most people. Some people are different already and all they really want to do is blend in, try to get back to how things once were. This is a story about people who are different and are walking the line between embracing who they are and trying to fit into the lives they once had. It's a time of confusion and discovery. It's a time of worry and doubt. It's a time of wonder and awe. It's a time of death and sadness. And like every story, it has a beginning and an end. Our story begins in small paper company, below it actually –

She had been in the facility for some time. Alright, it really hadn't been that long; a month or so, if she had to guess. She hadn't seen anyone like her enter the facility since she had been captured and locked up. That might have been because she was being detained in one of the cells rather than the room she had once occupied. This was until he arrived. Sylar. She'd heard the name spoken in various tones: anger, fear, contempt, awe, respect. The woman was curious and a bit frightened as any human might be. He was placed in the cell beside hers and as she looked through the grate connecting their cells, she noticed he was sitting silently on the bed, arms locked around his bent knees. For days he was silent and stared down at the stark white mattress. Many times the woman had wanted to say something to him but found she was unable to think of anything to say to a man like him.

It wasn't until a week later that she finally got her chance. In order to further provoke the dangerous man, Bennet tossed her on her ass into the silent man's cell. Awesome. When nothing happened and she did absolutely nothing to disturb Sylar, Bennet left without saying a word.

"Sylar is it?" she finally managed to ask. He only gave a nod, not even casting a glance in her direction. "The name's Kellyn Parker," she informed him, knowing he probably didn't care.

"Forest is an odd name, especially for a girl," he said easily.

Kellyn blinked a few times, not sure if she had heard anything at all; he still hadn't looked at her. Clearing her throat, the woman gave a nod. "Yes. My parents, more specifically my mum was a bit odd." The woman paused, head tilting to the side as something crossed her mind. "How did you know that? Can you read minds?"
"Hardly," he answered with a small grin. "I remembered your name from a list I have. Kellyn Forest Parker: born on September 12, 1983, twenty-three, born in Bristol, England, moved to Riverside, Iowa, currently living at 125 Winchester Road, Odessa, Texas."

"Good memory," she mused quietly, studying him.

"One of the many talents I have," Sylar explained as he finally turned his intense brown eyed gaze onto her.

Kellyn found herself caught off guard at how blank his eyes seem to be. There was life but it was devoid of any emotion. Interesting. "He's been looking for you for a while now, you know," she informed him as she moved just a little closer.

"There are no others here?" he asked, seeming to blow her words off for the time being. The man decided if there were others like them detained here his search for other special abilities might be easier. He watched as the woman, Kellyn, shook her head. Pity.

"Nope, just me. From what I know anyway. I was in a room, like an actual room but I couldn't play nice." Kellyn smiled easily before resting back on the palms of her hands. "What can you do, exactly?"She wondered, eyebrow raised in question.

Sylar eyed the brunette at his side, seeing her not as his next victim but perhaps as someone that could help him out of wherever it was he was currently being held at. "Quite a few things. How did you know who I was?"
"When I was up in one of the rooms, I heard them talk about you. Them being Bennet, the man with the glasses and Eden, the woman with the short hair. I've heard them say you can take peoples abilities."

Sylar only nodded, still not sure he actually trusted Kellyn. "What else have you heard?"

"That you've killed many people. Bennet was worried you were out for his daughter," she answered.

"And what can his daughter do?"

"She has the ability of rapid cellular regeneration, which is pretty handy." Kellyn grinned at this. This was how she had gotten caught of course. She'd seen the blond cheerleader one day with her friend, jumping to her death. Only the blond hadn't died but stood up and dusted herself off. After following the girl and just getting close enough to mimic her power, Bennet had caught her. Thus the reason why she was locked up and thus the reason she hated Claire and her father.

Sylar once again nodded, smirking; he liked the sound of this. Then again, the woman at his side didn't exactly know he'd already been there and done that. Just because he failed the first time didn't mean he would fail the next. "What can you do?"

Kellyn looked across at the iron door, biting her lip. Deciding there wasn't much he could do within the confines of this room and taking a rather large risk on her life, she nodded. "What I can do is called empathic mimicry, which basically means I can duplicate other abilities and reproduce them at will." She took in his interested expression, his eyes calculating. "I'd show you but from what I've been warned, they'll detain me further if I try anything."

"Well, we'll just have to find a way out won't we?"

Kellyn liked the sound of this.

Every day was much the same. Sylar and Kellyn would sit in silence, rarely speaking. Even when they did manage to have something close to a conversation, it never got too personal. Could you blame them? Sylar didn't exactly want to talk to the woman about the weather or anything even resembling small talk and Kellyn? Well, what could she say? 'Hey, how exactly did you kill those people anyway?' Yeah, not exactly a smooth move on her part; though she was curious.

For the most part, the two stayed on opposite sides of the room. Sylar sat on his bed, arms locked around his bent knees; much like the first time Kellyn had seen him. His focus rested solely on the blank wall before him and Kellyn couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She rested on her back on her own bed, staring up blankly at the ceiling. The days seemed to drag on and Kellyn wasn't even sure what day it was, to be honest.

The slot opened and Bennet dropped two sets of food into the slot. He eyed the pair for a moment, noticing that Kellyn was the only one to meet his gaze.

"How are you enjoying your stay with Gabriel, Kellyn?" he asked, his eyes darting onto Sylar's back.

She debated on whether or not she actually wanted to answer him. Deciding there wasn't much difference between answering and not answering, she opened her mouth. "It's pleasant. He's really talkative at night, if you must know." Her grin widened as Sylar subtly caught her gaze. "We've been over the various powers we have and compared them. We've also been trying to decide which one of us gets to kill you when we get out of here."

Bennet didn't look amused, not in the least. He turned off the lights before turning on his heel and leaving the pair in darkness once more.

Kellyn sat up on her bed and turned to face Sylar. "Don't think he was too pleased with that."

Turning his head, Sylar looked at her with a slight grin. "Probably not."

Both Kellyn and Sylar had been dozing lightly, neither wanting to let themselves get too deep into sleep. It was as the lights in their cell suddenly turned on that both were pulled from their places of resting. Sylar was the first on his feet as Kellyn lazily sat up. Eden? What was she doing? Normally it was only Bennet that appeared in the cell area. Kellyn's hazel eyes tracked Sylar's movements, watching as he went up to the large glass observation window.

"I know you, don't I?" he asked, head tilting as he regarded her. Yes, he had seen her somewhere before.

"I live next to Chandra Suresh," Eden answered. Her fingers loosely gripped the gun held in her hand. What was she planning? By this time, Kellyn was on her feet and standing just behind Sylar.

Sylar nodded in understanding. Now he remembered. "That wonderful ability," he started still studying her. "The power of persuasion, and this whole time, you were the girl next door." This ability she had would definitely come in handy.

Eden was not amused, even Kellyn could tell this much. Finally, she held the gun up so both man and woman could see it clearly. "I'm going to take this gun, and I'm going to put it in this slot," she started slowly. Her gaze intensified and her voice deepened as she continued, "You're going to take it, and you're going to blow your brains out."

Kellyn was surprised to find that Sylar didn't seem to be affected by the woman's ability. "You knew, didn't you?" he asked. Sylar's arm raised in a motion so fast neither Kellyn nor Eden had seen it coming, sending the short haired girl flying through the glass window. His large hand settled around her throat, seeming to choke the woman. "You knew what I was, and you let it continue. In a way, you helped me," Sylar said harshly before letting out a low chuckle. "And after I've consumed your power, you'll help me even more." His voice has softened considerably and his other hand raised, all but one finger lowered.

The brunette haired woman behind him found it fascinating, the whole thing. Kellyn made no move to stop Sylar and no move to help Eden. It was as if the woman standing there just didn't care. That was the simple truth too, Kellyn just didn't care. Hazel eyes watched as Eden raised the gun, making as if she was going to shoot Sylar in the face. It was then that Kellyn felt something much like anger flood through her. For whatever reason, she didn't know, but it was there.

"Oh, Eden, you know that won't hurt me," Sylar said, shaking his head slightly.

Before Kellyn or Sylar could do anything, they both realized what was going to happen. In a second, a shot rang out and blood covered what was left of the window and the two people now left in the room.

Oh, they were going to be in shit.

( About an Apparition – Meriwether )