A/N- Hello all! This is my first fan fic. Hope you like it.

P.s. Sylar belongs to the creators of Heroes.

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Prologue

Steve was a decent fellow, as far as truckers go. He had a family, a wife and two kids. Sure he had his "mind the gap" moments, but he was a devout worker. This particular night he was driving through a small town called Peshtigo, Wisconsin. It was a nice enough town, despite its small size. The people were kind and well kept. It had the sort of small town feel.

The station he was currently on had switched to the news, so Steve reached over to flip through radio stations trying to find some tunes. The radio's luminescent green clock read 10:35 pm. This isn't the latest Steve had been out while on duty. Still, he was starting to get tired.

As he was driving past a rather wooded area, Steve thought that he saw a man lying on the side of the road. He believed it to be just a trick from his tired eyes, so he did a double take. Sure enough, there was a man lying in the ditch. He was wearing a baseball cap and a long black coat.

"Poor guy," Steve said to himself as his large truck passed by the man.

Now, some of you might think that Steve was rude to pass by the man that clearly needed help. Although, if Steve had been courteous then… well, he might be dead right now.