Authors Note: Ok then, second chapter. Please remember I'm still trying to introduce to scene! In this chapter we see Sylar :

Disclaimer: Me? I own noting but the character I made up :) Heroes is some other guys, they're happy and have lots of money. Oh and I mention Google and for all legal purposes I don't own that but it doesn't take a genius to work that out :)

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Peter sat in the front seat of the car next to Mr Bennet; together they watched the entrance warily ready for anything to happen but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, people were going about their business inside the paper company like they were not actually hiding a group that collected humans like animals.

The building was simple and nondiscript, nearly the same as the buildings on either side of its brown bricked walls; a bank and a security system shop. Peter watched the activity safely from his vantage point behind a conviently placed wall, there was no way they could be seen. He turned to his partener.

"Are you sure about this?"

Noah gave him a scathing look that was at the same time patronising and annoying; it was a look Peter knew he must have used many times before.

"If you follow the plan then nothing will go wrong" he said slowly like he was speaking to an idiot "You do know the plan right?"

He nodded once in reply, they must have gone through this a million times. He flexed a hand where a ball of burning light flashed once, Bennet eyed it with apprehension.

"Get in, save the boy, get out" Peter said with a smile "Try not to kill anyone?"

"Right" he sighed rolling his eyes. "Remeber- some of the rooms are power proof; don't go in those or you'll be caught and I can't bail you out"

Peter nodded again and turned to open him door but Bennet grabbed him by the arm before he could get out.

"And Peter," he added his glasses catching the light and turning a blank white "After this is over I don't want you to contact me anymore- I have Claire to think of now. I need to keep her sae and I can't do that if someone like you is on my heels. Understand?"

"Of course" he said shaking him off "I care about her too you know. I promise not to bother you anymore."

Peter wasn't sure if Mr Bennet noticed the bitter tone in his voice but he too got out of the car and started off towards the paper office without looking back. With a sigh, he watched him go for a second before turning invisible and following him.

He had to be more careful when he was invisible; people couldn't see him and would most likely barge into him. Or he could be run over. By the time Peter was at the door Mr Bennet was already inside and talking to a plump woman with a sour face, she directed him to the left side of the office and he followed her finger pausing only to tie his shoelace. This was for Peter so that he could catch up; he tapped the man on the back, a pre ordained signal that they had agreed on, and he stood up and walked through a door marker private with him following.

"Remember the plan" Bennet whispered out of the corner of his mouth, at the same time nodding to a man that walked past in the corridor "Don't get caught and don't kill anyone"

"I'll try" came Peters reply out of thin air. At the next crossroads Noah turned to the left and him to the right; the man in the horn rimmed glasses glancing once over his shoulder and then he was gone.

This was as far as Peter knew to go in the plan; when he was down in the bottom floors that were meant for the prisoners it was up to him to find the boy as Mr Bennet had never been down this part. James could be anywhere in the building; great.

Taking care Peter stepped around the corner and was surprised to find what looked like an operation booth infront of him with only one guard inside who seemed to be watching a screen of somesort. Luckily there was no actual door and more like an arc to go in so Peters entrance went unnoticed. The room was dull gray and small, with large TV screens covering the walls showing views of different rooms that were all square and cell like. In each screen there was a number and his heart lept for a second; room numbers? his eyes quickly scanned the screens looking for the boy, most of the people were either pacing their cells or sleeping though some were using their powers to try to escape. Peter saw a person throwing energy balls and another who was jumping around the room, springing off the surfaces like he weighed nothing. At last Peter found him; he was easily noticable because of his obvious height difference, he was fast asleep inside the cell... number 6.

Now there was another problem to face, how would he get down into the next room which lead to the cages without alerting the guard? The large door was locked by some card system, he would need to swipe to get past it. He glanced around once and then hit the unaware man over the head, with a grunt he passed out and Peter quickly raided his pocket for the card which luckily he had on him. Without looking back he used the card on the door and stepped through; knowing that now he had only a small amout of time before someone found the guard and raised the alarm, thinking this he took faster steps.

1...2 nearly there...3...4...5 almost and-

6! The door had no other marking on it but the number and a small slot for a card to fit into; hoping that all the cards were the same, Peter fitted it into the hole until it beeped and a green light flashed above the door.Yes!

Peter pushed open the door, stopping time as he did so; leaing only him and the boy still moving. Inside the cell it was bright a gray walled like the rest of the rooms with only a bed and bathroom set to mark it out as a place where someone lived. It was pretty miserable and he had a sudden surge of anger as he remembered that the boy had been in here probably three years of his life.

James Morton was awake now and was trying to get to his feet, scurring into the corner of the room; he was short and thin in stature and quivering in fright. Peter held up his hands to show he meant no harm and took a further step into the room, but the boy gave a yell of fright and he stopped.

"Who are you?" he whispered. Peter took his first good look at the boy he was meant to save; he had a mop of brown hair that looked in a good need of a trim and large green eyes that gazed at him fearfully. He had a face that probably could have been hansome but the warm tint had left his cheeks leaving behind a gaunt look.

"My name is Peter Petrelli" he said slowly stepping a little closer "I've come to help you"

"Help me?" he gasped. Suddenly their conversation was interupted by a siren, loud and wailing like a banshee. James jumped but Peter nearly had a heart attack; he'd frozen time! What the hell..? Why wasn't it working?

"Damn it" he cursed remembering Mr Bennets warning, the cell was probably power proof, which was why his time manipulation wasn't working.

"Quick-" he demanded holding ut his hand, if he could only get him out of the cell then they could escape and not be captured. Hopefully "Come with me!"

"Where to?"

"Somewhere where you'll be safe, you're in danger" he said quickly he knew they were running out of time, it would only be a moment before the company arrived. "There's no time to explain; do you wanna get out of here or not?!"

James seemed to make up his mind for a second before rushing towards him, Peter, not taking anymore chances grabbed his hand in his and dragged him out into the hallway but they were not alone.

"Wait there!" a voice ordered and the sound of many guns being readied clicked not far off. James wimpered once in fright next to him, cowering behind his back. Turning around Peter came face to face with a group of dark clad men and woman with rifles pointed straight at him, their faces masked.

"Don't move!" they shouted as he let one of his hands drop to grab the boys hand again.

"Don't let go" he warned out of the side of his mouth so they couldn't hear. The sirens were still going so it would be next to impossible.

"Step away from the subject!" another officer called "NOW!"

Peter consentrated at the same moment they fired, but the shot rebounded off of an empty strech of concrete wall. The soldiers jumped to their feet and sped to the point where the man had been stood but he was definatley gone and so had the boy; seemingly into thin air.

"Harrison!" the captain ordered turning to face a young soldier who saluted in response "Tell Mrs Patrelli to get down here- her son has some explaining to do.."

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A few miles away the man named Sylar was wiping blood off of his hands; blood that was still spilling out of the corpse of a young woman on the floor, her head cleaved in two from the forehead. Her face was frozen in the act of her last scream as her cold dead eyes stared in front of her.

It had almost been too easy to get her power; all he had to do was convince her that he was the gas maintance man and she had let him straight in. She didn't even ask for his badge of authenicy for goodness sake, sometimes Slylar thought these people were just plain asking for him to tak their powers.

They don't deserve them, his thoughts snarled. If they are willing to throw away their lives so easily then the weren't fit to look after such a gift: he on the other hand was.

With an almost dramatic sigh he flung down the rag he'd been using and sauntered over to the computer, ready to test out his new ability. He'd picked out this woman especially; he'd been watching her use he power for a few weeks now, and all she'd used it for was looking on forbidden websites at work. Such a waste of potential.

Casually he slipped into the desk chair and turned on the computer; it was slow and took its time but Sylar was willing to wait. When it finally flared into life he went straight to the internet and clicked on it; a search engine coming up. With a smile he pressed his hand to the screen and let his new found magic work.

At once scrolls of codes came up in a new window, thousands of entries all at once; crossing his eyebrows in thought he narrowed his search, smaler and samller until.

"Bingo" he muttered to himself. Bunches of document folders flashed up on the screen, each labled with different labels. The ability to access them and any other piece of data on the internet was the one he had taken away from the woman, it was extremely useful for his purposes. Sylar knew these were the information charts from the company, the people who collected others like him. No, he thought quickly, not like him, they would never be like him. He was special.

Sylar hated the company with a passion; constantly trying stopping him from what he was born to do and sending worthless opponents that he could crush so easily... It seemed very pointless althought they did have their uses.

The company kept records on every person with abilities in the whole of America- maybe even the world, he didn't know how long their arm of power streached on the globe. All he knew was that access to this data would be like Christmas come early. A shopping list of sorts; chuckling darkly to himself he clicked on the first folder labelled: Potentialy dangerous. Perfect.

Another window popped up with more files in but this time they were in no order as far as he could tell but this didn't bother him at all. On the contary he was finding this almost fun; it didn't even matter which one he clicked on they would all be his soon enough.

Slyar scrolled down a bit before opening a document with another click of the mouse. A picture and a handful of data exploded into view and he read the information greedily:

Full name: James Andrew Morton
Age : 13
Caputered?: Yes past capture by NB
Current location: Escaped/ unknown
Power: Unknown
Potential: Unknown

He looked at the photo that acompanied the infomation; a child? What could a child do? Although he had to admit that his curiosity was stirred, an unknown power and potential? Yet he was in captivity once so he must be strong, and he had escaped...

With this in mind Sylar followed the link that was with the data and a word document appeared with tons of writing on, a report of some kind. As his eyes travelled down it a small grin spread onto his lips which by the time he was done had formed into a laugh.

"Peter..." He mussed thoughtfully after he had finished still smiling "What are you up to..?"

He went back onto the data and stared at the screen thinking a little before closing everything down ad getting up.

"An unknown potential?" He muttered his eyes flashing darkly "Now this could be interesting..!"

And with that he stepped out of the appartment closing the door behind him, leaving its owner dead on the floor. He had what he wanted; now he had bigger fish to fry...

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Authors Note: Oo The scary thing is I actually like writing for Sylar. I may try it again some time XD Not sure how long it will be until the next chapter is up ut I do know what I'm gonna write for it :P And maybe the one after that. Please R&R cos I want to know if I should even bother! :D