A/N: Hi, this is my first fic so please take it easy on me. The chapters will be short for a while because I want peoples opinions on my ideas before I develop them further.

Sylar lay sprawled out on the ground, his blood seeping from a gaping wound in his chest. A silvery film covered his eyes as images of all the people he'd killed flashed through his mind ending with one of himself. It would seem ominous but Sylar wasn't afraid because he knew what awaited him assuming his vision came to frutition. He heard talking, a girl – the cheerleader he had failed to kill and then a while later he heard someone land on the ground on the other side of him. He focused his enhanced hearing in the flying man's direction and concentrated hard on not imagining himself with the ability of flight.

"The future isn't written in stone."

"I took his power Nathan. I can't control it, I can't do anything."

"I'm not leaving you Peter. There's another way to end this and you know it."

"I can't let you die."

"And I can't let everyone else. You saved the cheerleader so we could save the world."

"I love you Nathan."

"I love you too. You ready?"

Then Sylar heard two of them take off into the air and knew that was his queue.With all his mind, he focused on lifting the cover of the manhole a few feet to his left. The look on his face turned to eagerness when he saw it raise a few inches.Everything was happening just as he had known it would. The eagerness turned to sheer horror when he realised what was actually lifting the covering, a man with pale skin who appeared to be hovering in midair. Sylar knew that by all rights the man standing in front of him could not possibly exist and yet he was..

"This is impossible!" Sylar shouted as he saw that all around him time had stopped.

"Impossible? I would have said the same thing five years ago," the man said with a laugh. With a flick of his hand he pulled Sylar towards him. Sylar struggled against the pure power being used against him but to no avail. Eventually his body fell into the manhole, hovering slightly above the polluted waters within.

"You can scream all you like but you and I both know it won't do you any more good then it did all of our other victims." The man shoved Sylar against one of the sewer's walls and aimed the index finger of his right hand at Sylar's forehead.

"Why?" Sylar asked.

"Because I can't have you out there taking what should rightfully be mine!"

Sylar couldn't believe it, the vision had to be right, they always were..

"Your time is up!" The whole sewer appeared to shake as the light changed to reveal the man was Sylar in a way though slightly different and it was then that Sylar understood though he knew that no amount of understanding in the world was going to save him now.

"ARGHHHH!"

A/N: Please Review this fic so I know what your opinions are on it. Thanks. Also if you think the last bit is a little confusing then just say so.