Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes in any way.

Okay, know that is out the way, I should start by saying that this is my first Fan Fiction that I've ever written, I normally just stick to writing my own stories, but, I had a small writers block and so I started this. This fiction is set after the Primatech fire in the last episode of Volume 3: Villains but before Volume 4: Fugitives. Please comment and enjoy.

Sylar had been stalking his pray for quite sometime. His latest victim; a middle-aged billionaire who won his millions on the stock market. 'What a way to waste such a magnificent gift' Sylar thought to himself. The ability to see alternate realities and their outcomes didn't seem like much but would defiantly come in handy next time he was on the prowl for a new power, he could simply close his eyes and see which reality, and in turn which path to take, would lead him to victory. Now, the time had come.

Adam stood, immobilized, in front of him. With a flick of the hand Sylar started to slash through his skull. 'there's nothing like that feeling'he thought,'seeing the fear of certain death in their eyes, it's almost... Erotic'. A grin emerged on Sylar's lips as the scent of blood filled the air, 'nothing quite like that smell to lift your spirits' he closed his eyes to better appreciate it, "better than homemade pie" he mused out loud

Once he found what he was looking for, he stood and wiped his hands on the deceased's shirt. "Right" he announced to himself, "where to go next". Sylar snapped his eyes closed, attempting to see possible futures, an image rushed into his mind, but it was blurred and didn't last, this would take some practice.

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"Hello, mother" Sylar slurred, making Angela Petrelli jump and spin around to look at the dark minded man standing in her front living room. "Oh, right. I almost forgot, you and dear, dead daddy lied about that little piece of news. I never did get the chance to fully thank you" Sylar stepped forward. "How about a chat?" He flicked his fingers her way and slammed her backwards and into a chair.

"I was just going to leave and talk to my father... or adoptive father. But, then I ran into a man, a man with a miraculous ability to see alternate realities. And do you want to know the first thing I saw when I used it? Your face.. And I wondered, why would that be? Do you have any ideas?"

"I told you all I know about your family!" There was a slight tingle on the back of Sylar's neck.

"Hmm... My abilities don't seem to believe you. And they're never wrong, not since that woman..." 'what was her name?' he wondered, 'Sue? Yes' "Sue Landers, the human lie detector." Angela glared at him through unblinking eyes. "I could make you tell me" he sighed, lifting a hand as if to prove a point, "I can be quite persuasive"

"You don't want to know"

"Oh, I'm certain that I do"

Something shifted in her eyes. "Don't you ever wonder how the world would be if no-one had powers?"

"Why would I bother myself with thoughts of such a pitiful existence?" He scoffed. A dark blur blew past him, creating a wind as it went and suddenly she was gone.

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Peter Petrelli, who currently has Daphne Millbrook's power of enhanced speed, was able to rescue his mother from the deranged serial killer. He'd ran with her until his childhood home was far out of sight.

"Mum, Mum" he repeated "are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Angela Petrelli was once again refusing to admit that she was scared, determined to stay strong.

"Thank you, son" she whispered "I'm fine"

"But you almost weren't" he finished, looking back in the direction that he came from.'One touch and I can take his power, it'll be an even fight'Peter pondered.

"I know that face, Peter!" She warned. "Don't you dare go back there"

"If... If you hadn't been able to dial me without him realising... If I hadn't picked up... If I didn't have the ability to get to you so fast"

"But I did, you did" She lifted her hand to his chin and forced him to look at her "don't go back, Peter. He'll be waiting for you to do that. You won't be able to take him by surprise"

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Angela's words raced around Sylar's head 'don't you ever wonder how the world would be if no-one had powers?' What a ridiculous thing to say, obviously she was trying to bide time, but, why choose that subject? There was a meaning to every word that came of her mouth, but what could this have possibly meant? Suddenly, his head was spinning, black spots appeared in his vision, more and more, until he saw nothing but darkness.

He opened his eyes, emerging from the uncomfortable nightmare. Heart racing, he turned the lights on, staring into his small watch makers apartment, waiting for the boogieman to jump out at him from the mirror. But, all he saw was himself. He breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on his bed rubbing at his forehead and laughed at himself "just a dream" he began and laughed again "imagine it, me, Gabriel Gray, a serial killer. How ridiculous."

TO BE CONTINUED...