I thought I was done for, swimming with the fishes, dead as a door nail.
The flames were big and hot as they surrounded me, one more second and I'd be ash. But there he was my knight in shining armor or maybe my knight in a black trench coat.
His hands pulled me up, I was in his arms, eyes burning and skin on fire with pain.
The fresh air was a relief; I took big breaths, so big I ended up coughing up part of my lung.
I wanted to cry, hug this man until I crushed him and give him a big kiss. But then the smoke was gone and my eyes weren't burning anymore, I saw him my savoir, him and his smirk.
One word escaped my lips as I choked back a scream.
"Sylar."
I welcomed the blackness, falling into a dream filled sleep of a smirking man and his bloody hands holding me.
Even in sleep I could feel him near me, watching me like I was a lost lover when I had only seen his face once.
I barely saw it as I was smashing him with a parking meter and running for cover.
Why did he save me? When he was the villain and me the hero?
I was warm, wrapped in blankets, the burns barely stinging anymore.
I opened my eyes to find myself in an apartment with nothing, just bare floors and walls. And I remembered who I was with, Sylar.
"You saved me. Why?"
He looked up from the watch that was strapped to his wrist, it looked at it like a child would a mother, it was something he made and loved.
I never thought of him with a heart, just a black hole where it should have been, maybe I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
"Why wouldn't I? Jessica, I missed you. I'm back, I have my powers and no longer have a sword sticking threw me, and we can be together finally."
Jessica?
Our eyes locked his full of something weird, something that I thought he was immune to, something that turned my stomach inside out, love.
My memory with Jessica for a while was blank; I just woke up in random places with bodies or notes in blood.
He could know me, know her, the evil side of me, but she was gone now no more Jessica for him to love.
"Jessica's gone, Sylar. She was a part of me, something I had to let go of, something bad that brought me nothing but bloodshed and pain. I'm Niki."
One more second, one more moment I would be dead, blood dripping on the soft blankets, but then the anger in his eyes died down.
He was up eyes sad and weak, something he tried to hide from everyone and everything, he didn't want to show that he cared.
"Leave, were in New York, I'm sure Mohinder is looking for you."
"I-"
"Just go, Jessica."
As I left his with a broken heart and soft eyes, I felt guilty for him, I didn't see him the way I once did, a murder with a cold heart.
To me now he was a murder with heart maybe that was good or maybe not.
Maybe someday I could be his Jessica, maybe.