Alone, scared, the girl hurried up a dark alley, hoping to escape from her pursuer.
She looked anxiously over her shoulder, the man stood there with his face hidden in shadows. He wore the shadows like a cape. They fanned out behind him, adding to his mysterious character.
She turned her head; looking forwards again she began to run. A hand gripped her arm, she screamed as she went spinning into the wall.
The man stood there staring at her.
He raised one of his arms, pointing his index finger at her forehead.
She felt pain across her head.
Intense mind blowing pain.
A hot warm liquid flowed down her face. She screamed like a madwoman as she realized who he was.
He was Sylar.
The top half of her skull popped off, exposing her brain.
She didn't die.
This was what surprised her the most.
She didn't die.
Sylar walked forwards, looking at her brain intently, looking for the source of the power. He found what he was looking for. He concentrated intently on her brain, before pulling a knife out of his pocket. He gripped it tightly and thrust it into his chest. Pulling out the knife, he felt the skin; muscles and nerves sow themselves back together.
He smiled.
He finally had immortality, now he would live forever, going after abilities, until someone found a way to kill him, or until the end of time, whichever came first.
He looked down at the girl. He picked up her skull and placed it back onto her body, watching as it healed. He picked up her unconscious form and carried her back to the motel he was staying at.
He wouldn't kill her.
He had plans for this girl.