Chapter One: The Meeting
A young woman with thick, curly dark hair splayed on her pillow lay deathly still on her four poster bed, fists clenched into her quilt. Jeza, as was the girl's name, liked playing her indie rock at deafening levels over the speakers in her bedroom, and she was used to her brother's angry "Shut up!"s being the only thing louder than her music. Home alone for once though, she hadn't been expecting anything to interrupt her revelry, let alone a man's anguished scream from the room below her.
"God, if its those idiot burglars cutting themselves up on the window again I think I'm going to cry. Those bloodstains were impossible to get out."
Jeza laughed nervously at her callousness. Perhaps it really was just that little ragtag group of delinquent teenagers again, not one of the larger, more powerful gangs that stalked the poorer neighborhoods in the suburban slums. With a little luck her mom would take ages walking Luke home from detention…
"Jeza! Come down, we need help with the groceries!"
Cursing, Jeza leapt from her bed and threw herself down the front room stairs. Maybe she could get down in time to stop them from running straight into whoever was ransacking the parlor and then call the- Jeza froze with a foot in the air, still descending the stairs. A man's voice, laced with a slight Queens accent, had come from the parlor.
"Well, Agent Simmons, it seems that we have visitors. Say 'hello', its very kind of them to let us intrude on their house. You also seem to have gotten blood all over their carpet, what a shame."
Jeza's mother began screaming, grocery bags full of cans crashing on the floor.
"Mr. Simmons has been through a lot, Ms. Campbell, so you'll have to excuse his appearance. Cup of tea?"
"Jeza, call the police!" screamed her brother, and though she knew that it would be much wiser to do so, Jeza swung herself round on the banister and ran into the parlor. Unfortunately she had forgotten about the step in-between the two rooms, and unable to right herself from the resulting trip, she fell splayed on the hardwood flooring.
"Fuck, Jeza, why the hell do you have to be all clumsy right now! You're so freaking lanky!"
Jeza sighed and winced as she rolled onto her back. The ceiling tiles swam before her eyes, but then a blurry face leaned over her. Trying to focus, she made out a long nose, a pair of thick eyebrows, and a smirk.
"Luke, who…Owe, head…this one of your asshole friends?"
The man laughed, a low, hoarse laugh and stood up straight. Jeza tried to prop herself up with her elbows to get a better look at him but her arms buckled and her head hit the floor again.
"I'm not a friend of your brother's, girl. My name is Sylar. Now get up and get in a chair like the rest of your family." The man glowered down at her, and through crossed eyes Jeza saw that his eyes were a dark, dark mahogany. Too dark, like black pits.
"I can't…can't move. I…Wait…No, what!" Jeza yelped as she felt herself being lifted from the ground and into Sylar's arms and not only was he not exactly gentle, but every single muscle in her body twitched in agony. The man raised a bushy eyebrow, as is his smirk wasn't enough to express his delight at her discomfort.
Without much ceremony, he dropped her on the chaise between Luke and her mother. "Picture of a happy family. Too sad Agent Simmons just wouldn't leave it that way. Of course, if he would only tell the damn truth perhaps I wouldn't have to do this."
Jeza rolled her head to her right. Her brother sat restlessly on an ottoman, teeth gritted, and beside him… Jeza's eyes widened, mouth dropping. A tall man fully dressed in an odd black body suit sat stiffly in a high backed wooden chair. His handsome equine face was contorted in pain, and when Jeza looked lower… his hands were nailed into the arms and covered in blood. "What happened! Luke, Mom, why are these men here!" "Darling, I don't know. Just stay calm, we're going to be all right" her mother spoke in a deathly whisper. Luke cut in, using a voice much deeper than his normal preadolescent squeak "Actually, I think that's a good question. Who are you, and what the-" Sylar moved a finger and Luke went instantly quiet. "As I've said, my name is Sylar. Perhaps you'd like to look at my resume before you decide whether or not I am qualified and willing to kill you. Because believe me, I am."
So...How was it? Should I write more and what are the things I should fix? As my first ever fanfic, I'm sure there are plenty of things to be made better.
In short, please review!