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Ch. 1

Sylar- New York

He could hardly contain his excitement. As he gazed across the restaurant at the double doors that led into the kitchen he occasionally saw the young chef barking orders at her staff. He couldn't deny that the Italian food that emerged from those doors was incredibly good, and yet he was more turned on by the idea of seeing into the future. Sure he could paint it, and if he ever got to Angela then he would dream it as well, but these abilities didn't hold a candle to what Macy Jerrod could do.

His research had led him to this remarkable young woman. Twenty-nine years old, raised in Nevada, now a successful chef in a swanky Manhattan restaurant. The most remarkable, however, was her ability to see the future a few moments before it happened. Unlike the paintings, he would be able to pinpoint every attack, counter every blow. Once he took care of Ms. Jerrod he would truly be unstoppable.

The restaurant wouldn't close until 11:00, so he spent the evening ordering hors d'oeuvres and observing his competition. From what he could see through the door, Macy was a short woman. She was thin enough to be pretty but not skeletal. Her shoulder-length brown hair was secured in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Overall, she was an attractive woman. She didn't seem too social though. He could see her telling people what to do, and yet she didn't smile or laugh with the rest of them. In fact, the other people in the kitchen seemed to be wary of her.

'I'm probably doing them a favor' Sylar observed. 'She's probably a real bitch.'

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Closing time finally came around. When he noticed the annoyed looks from the waiters, Sylar decided that he'd wait outside. Finally the door opened to reveal the young chef. Sylar knew that he'd have to be careful and attack quickly since she could anticipate his every move. He swiftly moved behind her and started to raise his hand when she spun around.

"Just do it already!" She exclaimed. Sylar lowered his hand, unsure of what she was trying to do.

"Look, I know you're gonna kill me, so please just do it."

"I, uh…" He didn't know what to say. No one had ever begged for death before.

"Could you not slice open my head though? I don't want people to find me looking that disgusting."

A grim smile spread across Sylar's face.

"But if I don't slice open your head then I can't take your ability from you." He expected this statement to shock her, but it had the opposite reaction.

"Fine then! Take it! I really can't deal with it anymore." With this she broke down and started crying. She sat down on the curb and wrapped her arms tightly around her knees.

"I'm sorry, but how could such an amazing ability cause you any harm? I mean, I understand not wanting to kill everyone when you get upset, or how being nuclear and threatening to explode might not be fun, but as far as I can see your ability can do nothing but protect you."

"That IS the problem! It used to just go off when I was about to trip on something, or when someone would try to sneak up on me. But one day it just kicked into overdrive! Every two seconds it is showing me what someone will say, what they'll do, what I'll do in return… It's a menace! All of a sudden I can't distinguish between what is happening now and what will happen. I'm answering questions before anyone asks them, warning people not to touch something because it is hot before the thought even crosses their mind. It's getting so out of control that I can't even talk to people anymore. All I do is tell them what needs to be done, and then I ignore them while trying to disregard all the visions I have. Now everyone at work thinks I'm a total bitch because I won't talk to them. I haven't talked to any of my friends in God knows how long, and now I'm pouring my heart out to some murderer and begging him to go ahead and kill me."

With this she gasped for breath and started to cry harder. She buried her face in her crossed arms while her sobs wracked her body. Sylar stood there uncomfortably. If Macy was faking this as a ploy to save her own life then he had to admit that it was brilliant. On one hand, he wanted her ability more than he had ever wanted any other. On the other, she was so sad and pathetic that his hand felt as if it had been frozen, unable to kill her.

"What are you waiting for?" she finally asked, lifting her head slightly.

"I can't do it. I prefer a chase when I kill someone to them just sitting there." At this, she looked even more dejected than before.

"Look, I might be able to help you. I'm not a shrink or anything, but I can understand how things work. I might be able to understand your ability. Now, I'm not promising that I won't kill you, but for now you're safe."

"You really want to help me?" Macy wiped the back of her sleeve under her eyes, clearing away tears and runaway mascara. "Why?"

"Honestly, I don't even know." He reached out his hand, and giving him a wary look she accepted it. While she still held his hand, she started shaking it.

"I'm Macy."

He hesitated for a moment, and then finally replied, "Gabriel. Gabriel Gray."