Author's Note: Okay, I'm uber sad. Noone reveiws and now I think noone likes my stories. I'll probably still write them, just to piss people off for the fun of it, but it won't be the same. Review, pleaaasee?

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Heroes universe.

-New Orleans, Louisiana-

Micah's eyes slowly opened. He looked around at the unfamiliar ceiling and bed. He didn't feel like he belonged here. It was so uncomfortable, the choking stillness of everything that didn't feel like home. Everyone was nice enough, of course. He just wasn't used to it. He swung his legs over the bed and got dressed. He went into the living room. Only Monica was up, staring at the TV.

"Morning, Micah." she said cheerily. She was flipping channels.

"Hey Monica," Micah greeted his cousin. He sat next to her as Monica landed on a news bulletin. She stopped flicking.

"It has been apparent that 3 immigrants have entered the United States illegaly. The gaurds at the border of New Mexico were killed by an apparent plague. Their eyes have gone back and black tears spill from them. It is unknown what kind of disease this may be, but doctors are now researching it. Miles away from there at a small stand, a man named Derek was found dead. He was an illegal immigrant as well for grand theft auto. He was beaten to death with a brick. The brick's fingerprints were scanned and the most recent fingerprints were that of a man named Gabriel Gray, a watchmaker. it is said that he's committed various murders of people with abilities across the country under the name of Sylar."

Micah stared at the TV, his eyes wide. He shot up and went to the phone.

"Don't bother, that thing is a piece of junk," Monica said, standing up as well. Micah placed his hand on the phone and concentrated. He brought the receiver to his ear, trying to call someone.

"Hello..?" a hesitant voice answered the other line. Monica stood, confused.

"I need to speak to Molly, please. Tell her its Micah," he said quickly. The phone went quiet, but Micah could hear footsteps and whispering on the other line.

"Micah?" Molly answered a few moments later.

"Molly, did you see the news bulletin?" Micah asked timidly.

"No, what about it?" Molly asked quizzically.

"Sylar was found alive. He's back in the United States." Micah explained. He heard Molly's breath quicken as she franticly told Mohinder and Matt on the other line.

"Micah, we need to know everything. What channel?" Mohinder asked after a while.

"Turn to the international news! It's airing again!"

"Thank you, Micah. You're a good kid." And the phone hung up. Micah hung up himself and stepped back.

"What was that about?" Monica asked.

"Monica, we need to make sure that we know where Mom is."

-Somewhere in New Mexico-

"Gabriel," Maya said hurriedly. They had stopped to get gas and she saw the news bulletin. Her breath was hurried and stressed. Alejandro was inside getting food.

"I know." he said calmly. "Calm down or we'll all regret it."

It was an empty gas station in the middle of nowhere. No cars were passing by and the only other person was the one working in the store. Sylar could now access his powers and his move would be made soon. He needed to wait for the right moment..

-Bronx, New York-

Henry watched the news bulletin, remembering what had happened in Kirby Plaza. It was a great story, some guy exploding. And this Sylar guy needed to be stopped. Henry needed to find others to help him destroy this guy. He remembered names of people that were at the event. Matt Parkman...Nikki Sanders...others. It didn't honestly help him, Henry couldn't find these people. The best bet he had was to visit his hometown and start from there. He ran up to the rooftop and made sure noone was watching. His shoulders hunched as they grew feathery and black. His eyes turned into an amber color as he grows talons. Henry truned into a hawk. It cawed and flapped its wings, flying off into the sky, on its way to Detroit.

-Orlando, Florida-

Jordan sighed, knewing this would happen. He stood up and walked outside. Jordan came to the power plant, staring around. Bullet. He leaned to his right, avoiding the shot that came from yards away. He stared, a man with limp black hair holding up a gun.

"What do you want..?" he asked irritably. Jordan was in no mood to fight someone today, or any day. Another shot fired. Jordan calmly stepped to the side and let it hit the chain fence.

"Jordan Tropi." the man grunted. Jordan merely nodded, stepping forward. The man eroded into the wind in a single second, coming back into place behind him.

"Die." And another shot fired.

-Mahwah, New Jersey-

It was growing dark. John still lingered on the way home, feeling some unknown prescence around. His music was blasting. He knew that it helped his body grow in strength, speed, dexterity. He liked it too. But he just didn't know what was following him. The streetlights flickered. His iPod weakened.

"A dangerous time to be out, don't you think?" A man asked curiously. He leaned against a streetlight, everything going crazy.

"Nothing's that dangerous for some people." John replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Some people? You mean them? People with abilities?" The man questioned, stepping forward. The streetlights were off now, the street illuminated by the faint moonlight.

"I suppose." John said, stepping forward. He prepared to fight, the rhythm beating through him.

"No..People with abilities aren't always safe. Like you. You're not safe, Johnathan Newcomb. Not against me." The man said softly. John braced himself as the man drew a knife.

"Wanna bet?" John asked smugly, running forward as the music boosted him. And then it stopped abruptly. John stopped in his tracks as the man sneered.

"Don't make a bet you won't win, Newcomb." The man answered. He lifted up his hand, bolts of electricity running from finger to finger through the open space.

"You gain power from music. No music but your iPod..And I manipulate all electricity. Without your iPod, you're going to die." he said simply. John began to run. He stopped dead in his track as a numbing shot through his body, lightning messing with his nervous system. He fell to the ground, trembling. The man approached.

"Die.." The knife caught the moonlight and swung forward at the helpless boy.

-Detroit, Michigan-

Henry leaned against a brick wall. It was nighttime, but he had made it. He felt like he couldn't walk at all. He went into a motel, paying for a single room. He collasped onto the bed and wondered how all the other Heroes were. What they could even do baffled him. Henry sighed and drifted off into a deep slumber.

-Somewhere in New Mexico-

Screams rang through the air until they silenced abruptly. A light corpse fell to the ground, Sylar feeling the power flow through him. He spun around, grinning as he pinned Alejandro to the wall.

"Nah ah ah." Sylar said, wagging a finger. Alejandro had tried to call someone. The phone swung heavily from its stand. The only payphone for miles. Alejandro was pinned against a tree, helpless. He then dragged his finger across the air, cutting open the man's skull, finishing his work.

It was a few minutes later Sylar had the powers of both the twins, staring up into the sky. He closed his eyes and opened them as a milky white. It stayed like that for a few minutes as he used his finger to draw in the dirt. He finally came to look at his art. He angrily stomped on the picture as he stared in the sky once more.

"Peter Petrelli," he said angrily.

Author's Note: I'm so continuing this story cos' its fun to write. But for reveiws, I'm having a little poll! First..

Who is your favorite new Hero!?

1) Johnathan Newcomb

2) Henry Livens

3) Jordan Tropi

4) Alexis Gargoia

5) Cleo Treas

Or 6) The two bad guys who teleport and manipulate electricity?

AND

Who should die?

1) Johnathan Newcomb

2) Jordan Tropi

3) Some other person (please specify)