The night was frosty and pungent; the clouds were shuddering with the cold as they gathered above the street, encumbered with rain. The street was monotonous and barren, cans of soup and string blew across the scene, making a small clattering noise as they passed. The tall oak trees which ran along the street let through little light and produced large gloomy shadows. The street wasn't empty for long, and the eerie silence which once lingered there was broken, as a loud shrill scream split into the air.

A young cheerleader ran into the street, her head turning to look at as much of the scene she could, her anxious smile waning as the silence returned. Nothing followed her, or so she thought. She backed into the darkness of the trees shadows, her body immediately becoming a dark shade of grey, concealing her face in the shrouds of the shadows. She wanted to scream for help, to let out another high pitched scream familiar to the previous one, but she couldn't. She thought she was safe, she had almost forgotten the threat that endangered her highly... Sylar. Sylar had restrained from harming people and stealing powers for a long time now, but he was getting more and more inpatient too easily. He would find out which people had powers and what powers they possessed, he searched for the most powerful ones to make him the strongest person alive. The cheerleader edged backwards faster, her eyes shaking from side to side as she watched the emptiness that lay before her. Suddenly she felt something solid crash into her back, so she turned promptly. It was just a tree, one of the large oak trees which produced the shadow in which she was now standing. She let out a short sigh of relief and turned back around. A loud shriek tore from between her over coated lips, as she flew backwards. Sylar was standing near her, his hand outstretched towards her. She managed to roll over and get to her feet quickly, without staining her cold amethyst and white coloured cheerleading outfit. He flicked his wrist and an old corroded metal bin bounded towards her from the side of the unpleasant road, skimming her by inches.

'What do you want?' She screamed.

'Now Katelyn, you know what I want,' he said, proceeding towards her.

'How'd you know my name?'

'I know loads about you. Your name, your age. I know much more than most people, like that you have the ability to turn yourself invisible.' He laughed and rose his confident hand, but she vanished before he could do anything. 'Come back you cow! I know your there... you can't hide.' Almost instantly he heard large patters, running to his right. 'Got ya.' He rose second finger on his right hand and slowly moved it to the right, a loud screeching noise ripped into his ears as Katelyn became visible. Blood ran down her face as the cut crawled across her head, she screamed at the top of her lungs but it was too late. Seconds passed and she fell to the floor, covered in blood. 'Now I can hide too,' he evilly proclaimed.