-1AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey I decided to redo my whole story, but I may keep something's from my other one. Hopefully you ppl like this one.

In the desert on a stretch of road is a man riding a motorcycle w/ a messenger bag strapped to the back, more specifically a Harley Davidson VRSCDX Night Rod Special. He is wearing a brown bombers jacket, blue jeans, black hiking boots, and a black motorcycle helmet w/ a flaming skull on the back of it. Wherever he was heading he wasn't in any hurry. He saw a diner and decided to pull into the parking area (I guess it was cause) he hadn't eaten anything since Salt Lake City. He parked his bike, put the kick stand down, and unstrapped his bag and threw it over his shoulder. He took off his helmet which revealed the man's face, he couldn't be more than in his early 20's, he had somewhat pale complexion, he then walked into the diner carrying his bag and helmet.

He opened the door, looked around and saw an empty booth. He then walked over to the booth and laid his helmet on one side, and sat on the other side with his bag. He unzipped his jacket and reached to the instead pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses, he started to open up his bag when the waitress came over, "Hi, here's your menu and I'll give you a few minutes ok." she said holding out a menu, "Uh I'll just have bacon and eggs and a coke please." said the man. The waitress puts the menu back on her tray and says "A man who knows what he wants. I'll be back with your order in a minute, ok." She smiles at him then walks away to give the cook the order. The waitress couldn't be any older than 23, 24 tops, slender body, nice body in fact and a nice smile, not ta mention a nice ass the man thought to himself as he watched her walk away, he then sat back up and mumbled to himself "Way out of your league."

He continued w/ what he was doing, he opened the bag and pulled out a drawing pad and a mechanical pencil and laid the pad on the table, he opened it to reveal on the first page a drawing of someone flying carrying someone in their arms. He flipped to the next page which had a comic strip, he fliped the next four pages til he got to the 5th where the comic strip wasn't completely finished. He picked up the pencil and started to draw the rest of the comic strip, a couple of minutes later he started to shade in the drawings when the waitress came back w/ his order, he pushed the pad and pencil to the side to make room for it. She put the plate w/ bacon and eggs in front of him on the table and put the glass of coke in front of that all w/ a smile, "If you need anything else just let me know k." she said, he nod and gave a little smile.

As she was just about to walk away she noticed the drawing pad, curious she turn back to the man and asked "Excuse me." the man looked up at her and said "Yes." "I don't mean to bother you when your eating, but do you draw?" She said, the man reached over, picked up the drawing pad and handed it to her and said "Not a problem, umm yeah I do draw." His voice had a hint of surprise in it, she grabbed the pad and slowly looked through it seeing all the pictures, while do this she said "Wow your really good, but I thought the guy who created this died or something right?" "Yes, Isaac Mendez, his employers thought it would be a tribute to his memory if they continued to publish it. Even if they had to replace the artist." he said.

She handed him back the pad and said "Well I can't wait to see what happens next, I'm a big fan." He then grinned and said "Really?" "Yeah I've been a fan of 9th Wonders ever since it started. Why are you shocked that I read comics cause I'm a girl?" she said w/ a hint of sarcasm. To which he replied with the same grin on his face "No, it's because you're a really hot girl." to which she smile and said "I'll be back in a bit to check on ya." As she walked away he again watched her, but this time she turned back and looked at him for a moment then went back to doing her job. He then started to eat his eggs and bacon, about an hour later the girl comes back to the table he was at to see that he wasn't there, instead all that was there was an empty plate, a half empty glass of coke, and a $50 bill laying on top of an issue of 9Th Wonders.

She picked up the $50 and the comic, it was the newest issue, haven't even hit stores yet, just then a motorcycle roars out of the parking area and back on the road. Back on the road the biker has this feeling that someone is following him, he looks behind him and sees no one there, but he just can't shake the feeling that someone is watching him so he looks back one more time, again nothing there not even a car. He turns his head back to the road in front of him and sees someone standing there in the middle of the road. So he tries to swerve to miss him, but instead the swerving causes him to lose control of his bike. He then ends up driving off the road into the desert hitting a giant rock causing his bike to flip, which in turn threw him off landing and tumbling on the hard desert floor. His bike flipped over and over again w/ various pieces flying off in different directions.

For several minutes he was unconscious, when he woke up he removed his helmet and tossed it aside, he managed to sit up and looked at the road to see no one was there. He then saw his bike or more specific his bike in pieces. He then tried to stand up, but his right leg had a piece of bone sticking out. He said to himself "I guess that's where the pain is coming from." he started to drag himself over to where most of his bike pieces were, it took him bout 5 minutes to get to the wreckage. He sat up against what was the seat of the bike, and slowly lifted his right leg. It hurt the whole time he lifted the leg, then he saw how extensive the damage on his leg was. Most of his leg bone was sticking out, he reached down to it with both hands and said "This is really gonna hurt like hell." that's when he started to push the bone back into his leg, the whole time he was moaning in extreme pain.

As soon as the bone was back, he put his pants leg back down, and sighed, he was still in pain just not extreme pain, he then looked around for his bag. He saw it underneath the where the rear tire use to be, he reach for it, grabbed the strap, and pulled it towards him. He then felt that same presence he did before he wrecked, like someone was watching him he turn to his left and looked back at the road and saw nothing, no one there, he then turned to his right to see someone staring at him through a black mask. He freaked and tried to move away but couldn't cause he was still too injured to move. The man was wearing everything in black from his boots all the way up to his black hair.

The man the said "Who the hell are you?" The black masked man replied "Someone who's trying stop a war. And you're a big part of it. I'm no one you need to be afraid of." To which he put his hand up to his head, the man then tried to struggle but passed out. The black masked man then said "Sorry but this needs to be done. You will understand someday." the BMM (black masked man) then removes his hand from the man's face places it on the man's shoulder and what was left of his bike, and in a blink they went from one place to another. It was night and there was a sign that said "WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES: City of Angels" the BMM laid the man down on the road next to his wrecked bike. He then looks around and said "She should be coming here shortly if I got the time down.." Just then he sees a car driving towards them, he quickly crouches then flies straight up into the night sky.

The car stops and the young girl inside puts it in park, she was about 17 or 18, blonde hair down to her shoulders, wearing a red tank top w/ black pants, and sneakers. She stares out the window to some kind of wreckage, then quickly unbuckles and opens her door and walks slowly towards him not knowing if he's alive or dead. When she finally gets to him she kneels down and looks at his body, he looks pretty much beat ta hell. She then reaches her right arm towards his neck w/ her first and middle finger out, then she put some pressure on his neck, trying to see if their was a pulse, there was just barely. She then asks the man in a low, almost a whisper of a voice "Are you all right sir?" as she reaches her right hand back to his chest to shake him just a little. Suddenly the mans left arm reaches up and grabs her wrist and says "Don't call me sir…" He then lets go of her wrist, she then breathes a sigh of relief that he's still alive.

"Hold on I'll go call an ambulance." she said. But as she got up, he once again grabbed her right wrist and pleaded "Please no ambulance, please." "But why, your clearly hurt, you need a doctor." she said in a sympathetic tone. He started to sit up as he said "Because last time I went to a hospital they took me and I won't go back." she still didn't understand what he was saying "What are you talking abo…" she said but was interrupted by the man who said "Please no doctor's, no hospitals…Please." The girl thought about it for a moment then she look at the man and said "Ok I'll take you back to my house and patch you up ok?" the man nodded. She then put his right arm over her neck and around her shoulder, he grabbed his messenger bag, then they both started walking to the passenger side of the car.

She opened it and helped him into the car, she then closed it and ran around to the driver side and hopped into the car and closed the door. She looked at him and said "your going to be fine." "Thanks miss…" said the man, she the replied "Claire…My name is Claire." The man then said without her even asking "The names Leon. Thanks again Claire." To which she turned her attention towards the road and put the car in drive and drove past the wreckage and headed into the city. Up above far into the sky someone was watching the car drive off from the wreckage. It was the black masked man, he then said aloud to himself "Phase 1 complete, now onto phase 2." at which he flew into the night sky.

Leon looked at the girl known as Claire with caution, he then looked at his leg it looked like only a scrap now. "Are you sure you don't need a hospital?" said Claire as she continually looked at him, then back at the road ahead. Leon looked at her and said "Yeah it's just one hell of a scrap, besides once you get past the pain it's all downhill." Claire looked at him for a moment then back at the road to which she said "Pain…pain is what makes us who we are." Leon then looked at her curiously as she continued "Without pain, without feeling it you don't even know if your alive, your pretty much dead. Without pain are we even human, are we even able to care about anyone." "Pain and caring are polar opposites." says Leon, Claire stops at a signal light and looks at Leon as he continues "Some people think their alike but their not. Pain has nothing to do with caring about people, sure no pain means you can't feel, but it doesn't mean you can't feel love or joy or any other emotion. As long as you still care for someone, your still human."

Claire continued to stare at Leon and him at her, then Leon looked out the passenger window and saw some smoke coming up from behind some buildings. "Hey you see that?" he then pointed in the direction he was looking, Claire leaned down a bit to see the smoke to which she said "Maybe something's wrong." she then turned towards the direction the smoke was coming from. They took another turn and saw that an apartment building was engulfed in fire, Claire parked the car across from the building, they both got out of the car just in time to see people running from the building coughing and stumbling around. They both ran over to check on the people see if any were hurt, then one woman screamed "MY BABY, MY BABY'S STILL IN THERE!!!" To which both Claire and Leon looked up at the burning building wondering what to do next."

NEW YORK

A man, no more than 24 years old wearing a denim jacket with a white shirt and baggy jeans, started walking down an alley, he then stops suddenly. He looked behind him, as if he thought someone were following him, but when he turned around no one was there, he figured it was nothing, he then turned back around only to see none other than Sylar standing there with an evil grin on his face. "Hi there." Sylar said, he then lifted his right arm up a little and moved his first finger and middle finger towards the right wall, which sent the man flying towards it. The man hit the wall with such terrible force, he just hung there on the wall as if he was stuck, Sylar kept his arm in position and walked over to him, he then said "I'm here for your power." Then with his left hand started to cut into the man's skull, out of nowhere someone shouted "GABRIEL GREY, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST, PUT YOU HANDS ON YOUR HEAD NOW!!" Sylar stopped cutting and looked to his left to see 10 men holding weapons, which were aimed at him.

Sylar released the man from his mind grip, turned to the men and said "The name…is Sylar." he then shot out a lightning bolt, which hit one man knocking him away, then one of the other men shouted "OPEN FIRE!!" To which the rest did exactly that. They unloaded clips into Sylar, all the bullets hit him directly in the chest. He did not go down, instead he started laughing. He then opened his shirt and all the bullets were pushed out of him hitting the ground. Sylar then said "You shouldn't disturb me when I'm…" he suddenly stopped, then dropped to his knees and fell on his side. There was a military man standing there holding a tranquiller gun, which he then holstered. He touched his ear and said "Objective complete, taking subject into custody." All of a sudden the man in the denim jacket said "Sorry, but I don't think so." In which he let out an energy wave that not only knocked down the men, but also knocked them out. He then grabbed the unconscious Sylar and said "It took me a while but I've finally got you in my trap." Shortly after saying that he disappeared.