Redemption Clause

Sylar crawled along the rank sewer tunnel, small moans escaping him when the pain would overwhelm him. He could not believe that the little fool had stabbed him, had very nearly killed him." And who says that he hasn't? "Sylar thought bitterly. All of them would pay if he survived, that was for certain, but the little Japanese shit would suffer terribly for his transgressions.

The world faded in and out of focus, in front of him spots of blackness and flashes of light nearly blinding him, icy spikes of pain shooting through his head. Sylar tried to stand, practically having to will himself up but that was fine, his will was good it was his guts he was worried about, worry, now that was something he had not felt in some time, but it was a familiar emotion, an old companion if you would.

There had been a time when that pathetic feeling had ruled his existence but that had been before, before he had become who he was, before he had become special, before he had become Sylar, so now with an almost fatal effort he pushed that reminder away and forced himself to stand, as he rose he felt something tear inside, a sick feeling washed over him and he nearly collapsed but once more he forced the blackness away and concentrated on his wound. Reaching out to his torn flesh with his mind he began the painful process of pushing the flesh back together and for his efforts he was awarded more pain, more blood, and more hate.

Semena smiled as she watched her target (victim??, sometimes it was very hard to remember the difference.), the man was pretty, and the smell of his blood was intoxicating as was his helplessness. Semena's heart became cold as she became one with the shadows, her hunger was constant and being so near this bloody, pretty thing was driving her far to close to feasting regardless of what she had been commanded to do.

As Semena glided forward her inky black hands gripping and relaxing in anticipation of the kill, Sylar coughed hard and deep, blood spattering out of his mouth as he fell against the wall and nearly to the floor. Semena could hear the blood flowing all wrong in him, the little yellow man had done the trick with his stabber-thing, the man (meal, target, victim?), began staggering down the tunnel and she was sure that he would fall over dead at any time, but she knew better than to hurry. The lust was to hard to stop if she didn't take her time and concentrate on the task, block out the joyful thoughts of blood, sex (her form of it anyway.), and killing.

Semena rose up to the ceiling flitting from shadow to shadow as silent as a feather falling on a pillow, she was directly over Sylar and the urge to strike was desperate now. "I mean really there is no way he's going to live and why waste this wonderful opportunity," she thought to herself and started to descend down upon the man (meal maybe?).

"Semena.", said the well known and now well loved (That was not always the case.) voice. Semena froze, she knew those were bad thoughts but this was too hard, Lilly should have known, she said he would be hurt but not that he would be leaking all his sipping juice everywhere.

"Yes Lilly." Semena said back in her mind. This was not Semena's favorite form of communication as she already had too many voices in there and sometimes things would get confusing.

"Dear how is our new friend doing?", Lilly asked in that calming rationale way that always set Semena's nerves on a far more even keel, she would always have the lust but it could be contained, or so Lilly always said, few believed her and even Semena had her doubts.

"He seems to be about to die, blood going the wrong places and there is mouth-blood." She said trying not to convey the savage thoughts that were just consuming her but she knew it was pointless, if Lilly looked she would see, and if Lilly asked she would tell.

"Very well you know what to do Semena; he will live; his mind is very strong." Lilly said calmly.

Semena felt panic slip through her, "What if I can't control it Lilly? You know how hard it is for me!" Semena begged.

Sylar stopped, suddenly sure he was not alone for he knew he had heard the sound of begging, something he had heard his fair share of the past year. He looked around himself, into the shadows, he could see nothing but he knew he was not alone and as

usual he was right.

"You will be fine. Your control has improved greatly the last two years." Lilly said soothingly.

Semena noticed Sylar looking around, "He knows he's not alone Lilly." She said her voice tinted with a predator's gleam.

"Then if you would be so sweet Semena and collect your new "little brother" I'll have Maja begin to open the portal, and Semena, you have done wonderful, and I am very proud of you today." Lilly said encouragingly.

Semena's mind swelled with pride and knew there was no way in the world that she could do anything less than her best to try to please Lilly, after all who but Lilly had ever showed little Semena any kindness.

With but the simplest thought Semena seemingly came into existence from nothing directly behind Sylar.

Sylar's sense of self preservation was highly developed but under the current level of duress he was under he was incredibly lucky to even remember who he was much less notice the little girl who had just blinked into existence behind him. He never heard her pull the small stone from the pocket of her peasant's dress even with his hyper hearing; he was to busy feeling himself die to hear her take a step forward and reach into his back and pull out his soul.

Semena smiled down at the bloody heap at her feet as the wispy little ribbon in her hand flailed around. As she held the stone up, a light glow illuminated the tunnel as she willed the important part of Sylar into it. She couldn't have told you how she did the things she did if she wanted to, so she watched in wonder (and a little sadness, souls of this power were very tasty.) as she forced Sylar into the stone.

The three police officers crept forward taking special care as they all had been warned of Sylar, unfortunately no one had told them about Semena. You would not have needed Sylar's ears to hear them scream.