Title: Come Out Angels
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: T
Beta: None. Yet. Any offers?
Summary: Its ten years later and people with abilities have revealed themselves to the world. The government created a 'special' army against other forces that countries formed. A new Company was created and a process identical to drafting is used often, catching even the dead senator's indestructible daughter and a certain super-powered serial killer.
Notes: Btw, the Shanti virus didn't take away Sylar's powers permanently in this. As for the series, I just think he doesn't use them as much anymore. May or may not be Sylaire. Not sure yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes

The darkness enveloped Sylar, welcoming him back like the old friend he was as he stepped out of the dimly lit street into the pitch black alley that led to the crappy motel he had been living in.

He heard footsteps in front of him and glanced up. A random businessman, staring down at his moving feet was passing through the alley coming towards him.

Sylar ignored the man, but something caused his eyes shoot up in alarm. The alley was narrow enough that when they passed, their sleeves would just barely touch. The man was almost right next to him when there was a tinny machine voice that whispered, "That's him."

It was so quiet that a normal human wouldn't have heard it. Luckily, thanks to Dale Smither and many others, Sylar wasn't a normal human.

The man was fast, not superhumanly fast, but more than ordinary, but Sylar was faster. Right as the man whipped out a syringe, surely about to plunge it into his neck, Sylar snapped his wrist quickly and slammed him against the brick wall. Hearing the satisfying crack from his head, he smirked. The man slid down, groaning.

"Sylar." He heard from behind him.

Whipping around, his eyes narrowed and he growled. "Bennet."

He raised his hand, expecting the man to fly through the air, then when nothing happened, his dark eyes flickered to the tall figure who had stepped into view.

"I'm here to offer you something." The man had aged, his blonde hair turning slightly gray and his face had gained more wrinkles. The eyes were still cold and he still wore those damn horn-rimmed glasses.

"Really?" he scoffed. "That's never good. I think I'll pass."He started to walk away, but was stuck in place. He then noticed the man who had attacked him earlier had raised his hand, holding the other, broken one carefully against his bloody skull. Great. A telekinetic.

Distracted, he didn't notice Bennet next to him, jabbing a needle into the side of his neck. His vision blurred and then he slipped downwards into darkness once again.

- -

He woke up on a concrete slab. Again. Crap. He was starting to lose count. The lights flickered on and he saw Bennet staring at him from behind the glass. It was an exact replica of the old Primatech cells, but this one was funded by the government and not secret. This prison was as famous as Alcatraz or Guantanamo Bay.

Sylar tried to lift his head, but he felt so drowsy, so disoriented and his mind was so muddled that it took a few minutes to piece together that he was being drugged.

Bennet opened the door and took his time getting around to him.

Sylar struggled in keeping his eyes open, his breath steady as Bennet started to speak.

"Like I said before, I'm here to offer you something." He paced around the almost unconscious man. "We're not going to win this war."

Finding the strength to snort, he managed to sound sarcastic. "You don't think I know that?" his words were slurred. "We've been losing since we started." After specials had been revealed to the world, they had created a special unit that was made up of people with abilities. That unit soon grew into an army and other countries had created their own. Somehow a war broke out and, well, America was losing.

Bennet grinned. "That's where you come in. With certain specials, not just the random people they pull off with the drafts, we might have a fighting chance."

They had gone back to using drafting to get people to join. It was almost like the lottery. All children were tested for the gene at a young age and then entered into a computer database. Once they turned eighteen they were entered for the drawing. They pulled a few people out whenever they needed more forces and broadcasted the 'winners' on TV. People who refused to go were hunted down by this new Company. Half the ones they pulled were kids with either useless powers or no control over them.

"We need someone like you to win this war. You would be a…secret weapon I suppose."

"And what's in it for me?" he was struggling to just stay awake.

"If you don't agree," he paused and spread his arms out, gesturing to the small room they were currently in. "This is your new home."

He scoffed. "I think I'll be fine with that. I've gotten out before."

"Not this time. We've upgraded. But if staying out of here isn't enough for you, we would be able to clear Gabriel Gray of his crimes. Not Sylar, but Gabriel would have immunity for the murders of Brian Davis, Virginia Gray, and Trevor Zeitlan."

"Can you do that?"

"This is a special circumstance."

He contemplated it as much as he could with his mind messed up at the moment. Why not? He had nothing to lose really. Plus, if anything happened again, like him losing his memory, he wouldn't be arrested for any crimes he didn't remember. And why not have a change of pace? After all, he had eternity. "Fine. When do I start?" His words ran together and he blissfully gave into the sleep that had been pushing at him.

-

Claire Bennet, otherwise known as Claire Morgan, was in college for the fourth try. After dropping out several times, she now had changed her name more times than she could remember.

"Claire? Hey, there's a party tonight. You going?" a girl, Debby something walked by her.

"Nah. Not tonight." The girl shrugged and went on her way.

This was Claire's fourth time in college. The first time she had dropped out to join the carnival, the next, which was before anyone knew what she could do, a car full of drunks had crashed. Into her. Luckily, a shard of metal had lodged itself into the back of her head. Her father had gotten to her before the coroners, but it meant another change of name. After that, she had just dropped out, not feeling like continuing. Hopefully this time she would actually get through it.

Walking into her dark dorm room, she dropped off her purse, flipped on the TV, and flopped onto her bed. Her roommate, Allison, was napping quietly on the other bed.

"Claire? Why are you watching the drafts?" she looked up at the other girl with sleepy eyes. Claire had changed the channel to the drafts for the special armies.

"There's nothing else on." She lied smoothly. It was really to see if anyone she knew had been picked.

A few pictures and names flashed onscreen, no one she knew, not that little Molly, not young Micah, Rebel. When the next one came on, her invincible heart stopped for a second. On the tiny screen was a picture of a proud, smiling girl with blonde curls and bright eyes, a girl that had died so long ago.

Allison peered up at the red-and-white Union Wells cheerleading uniform and frowned. "Is that… you? Why does it say Claire Bennet?"

She sighed, dreading what would come next. "Well… I'm kind of… a special…"

Allison gave her a look that said, 'And?'

"Rapid cellular regeneration. You're premed. You know what that means."

The girl sucked in her breath sharply.

"My real name is Claire Bennet. I can never die."

I'm sorry for the sucky ending. I was stuck. Please tell me if I should continue this. For the first time, I've been somewhat satisfied with the first chapter. Would you believe this came to me in a dream? Sounds fake, but it's true. Review, or even flame! I welcome any sort of response!