I actually wrote this a while ago and forgot about, so if it sucks that's because I wrote it back during season three ;3

Chapter 1

I gazed out the window at the rising sun. Was it morning already? I blinked sleepily, trying to shake off the drowsiness. So much had happened; I must have dozed off without noticing. I stood up and stretched, rubbing my aching neck. Seeing as I had just dragged someone about three miles through a forest and then fell asleep on the floor, I should have been aching . These past few days had been a blur. Then again, that made sense too-considering I had been drugged for most of them. I surveyed the strange new dwelling. What were the chances of finding a real house in the middle of the woods? More surprising was the fact that I had managed to drag someone about twice my size three miles. I wasn't exactly athletic; usually I couldn't even walk three miles. But I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

I glanced over at him, asleep on the ground, and began to wonder if I should have taken him. Then again, I couldn't have just left him there in that awful place; I couldn't do that to anyone. I had thought that I was the only one there, (the only prisoner I mean) but I had been proven wrong.

He must be cold. I thought to myself wrapping my arms around my waist. Glancing about for some type of blanket, I spied an old tablecloth and headed in its general direction. I grabbed it, and turned back towards him.

He winced in his sleep as if having some sort of nightmare; then his face returned to its previous blank expression.

What could he be having a nightmare about? I was the one who just did all the work! I thought to myself sticking my tongue out childishly. Screw growing up, where's the fun in that? I walked over and laid the makeshift blanket on top of him. Suddenly, his eyes flew open and he lunged, trying to attack. I leapt away just in time for him to be yanked back by his handcuffs. Now awake, he looked about frantically.

"Good morning to you too," I said, brushing the dust off my jeans. He stared at me; first with curiosity, then hate, and then a mixture of the two. Well this would be fun.

"Where am I?" he breathed heavily. "Who are you?"

I could have asked him the same thing. Why was he so rude? He should be happy- I just freaking saved his life! I sighed, then ran a hand through my hair. Of course, I forgot I hadn't brushed my hair in three days, and my hand got tangled in a knot. So much for being smooth.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer your first question, because I'm not really sure." I said. Now that I was actually awake, my peppiness was beginning to return. "I do know we're somewhere in the forest, and-" I heard the clinking of cuffs "you can't use your powers here." I smiled.

I had found him during my escape. While passing a door (white, like the rest of the hall) I had noticed a window. Through it, I saw a man, drugged and tied up, lying on the floor. The clipboard on his door had said "level 5: dangerous." Now he sat glaring at me. Oh, he wasn't so scary.

"My name is Isabella, but you can call me Izzy!" I grinned and reached down my hand, then laughed at my stupidity, remembering I had handcuffed him to the floor. A look of utter loathing came over his face as I realized he thought I was mocking him.

I thought laughing at yourself was supposed to ease tension. Then I laughed again at how funny I was. I am really bad at first impressions.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere, while holding in a chuckle. "What's your name?"

Sylar'sPoint of View

Who was this girl, and why was she smirking at me? I looked at my strange surroundings. We were in what seemed to be a living room, combined with a kitchen. There was an old table and rusting refrigerator, and I deduced no one had been here for at least a few years. Dust covered everything, including the rotted wooden planks that I now sat on. I felt my way down my handcuffs, and realized I had been chained to some type of metal railing. How had I managed to get from the prison to this place? It was probably safer at the prison. I looked up again to see that this 'Izzy' girl was still waiting for a response.

"Hellooo?" she said mockingly. She obviously had no idea how powerful I was… or how dangerous. I grinned back menacingly. This would be fun.

"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into," I said, staring straight into her eyes. She looked me up and down, then at my hands still chained behind my back.

"Oh yes," she said sarcastically "Very scary." Then she turned to walk toward the cabinets.

What just happened? I sat in shock, pondering what went wrong. I hadn't done anything different. I was the crazed psychopath who knew something she didn't, It had worked on tons of people before! Glancing behind my back, I tried to pull my hands from the cuffs. No use, they were too tight. If only I had my powers… what happened to my powers anyway?

"You want chili or Spam?" Izzy called from across the room, as she rummaged through the cabinets. The fact that this girl wasn't afraid of me made me feel unsettled. This was the only person who hadn't been since- I couldn't remember how long. Besides, if she had been in the same hell-hole I was, why wasn't she shaken by it? I didn't know why she was so calm, but whatever the reason, I didn't like it. And I definitely didn't like her.

"I'm not hungry," I lied. I didn't care about my rumbling stomach; I didn't want to be dragged down to the level where she had to take care of me like a damn pet. She gave me a look of surprise.

"Really?" she said "I'm starved!"

Again, she gave me that fake look of shock.

"Well I'm having chili," she said. She then proceeded to open the can, grab a spoon, and eat huge mouthfuls, cold. I stared in awe. She caught my eye in mid-bite.

"You know what- we're in the middle of nowhere, in a forest, in an abandoned cabin. I'm gonna eat however the heck I feel like eating." Izzy said breezily. I really didn't like this girl.