Hey guys. I realize that this chapter is only a little longer than the first one, but I was starting to hit writers block while going. Reviews are much appreciated! Once again... this is my first fanfiction... so my apologies if it is a little rough.

I could hear voices at the door; my dad's voice sounded worried.

"Sir, we have a warrant to search the house and talk to your daughter. Do I need to show it to you right now?" It was the same voice as the man who had said his name was Mr. Bennet. I glanced out the window and saw his car parked in the driveway, blocking me from using my car as an escape route.

"No, no. I'm sure you can talk to her. Let me bring her downstairs." My father was sounding defeated, something that he normally never sounded like. He used to always be protective of all of use, never giving into what others said, until I started asking about my birth parents.

"Well we need to bring her to our headquarters at the police station for questioning over the next 24 hours. We think that she may have witnessed or participated in providing alcohol to a high school party last week." What high school party? I had heard that there was one last Friday and that it was wild, but I had nothing to do with it.

"I'm sure she wasn't involved. Do you really need her for 24 hours?" My mom must have been out picking up my little sister from her friend's, because I didn't hear her voice in the discussion.

"That is standard procedure." I started down the stairs, trying to think of an easy way to sneak through the back door of the house. The hard part was the stairs let off in the middle of the foyer, meaning I would have to run for it, making me look even more conspicuous. I guess the best option would be to find out what this was all about.

"What do you need me for?" I had walked down the stairs and my dad, Mr. Bennet, and a Haitian man, were all standing in the foyer glaring at each other. They all glanced up at me as I spoke up.

"Just some basic questioning, nothing too big. If everything goes as expected, you should be in and out in less that 18 hours." The man almost looked trustworthy, if it wasn't for his constant glances at his Haitian friend.

"Do I have to go? I mean I didn't do anything wrong." My voice was starting to crack. I knew that crying and seeming vulnerable would be the best way to try and get out of all of this. My dad wrapped his arms around me.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. You could potentially break our investigation wide open." I looked up at my father and he shook his head at me, giving me the "It's okay, don't worry, you'll be fine" look. I broke away from the hug and walked towards the door. The Haitian man held the front door open for me as Mr. Bennet led me to their car. It wasn't a police car or the FBI car from TV shows; this is when I knew something was extremely wrong.

The Haitian man opened the door to the back seat of the car and I got in. It was a nice car, nothing special. Mr. Bennet got into the drivers seat while the Haitian man got into the passengers.

"So what's your name?" I had realized that I hadn't even heard the Haitian man speak a word since they started following me. We started down the highway, something I wasn't expecting since the police station was only a ten minutes drive from our house. The highway could only get us there a couple minutes faster.

"This is Rene, he is my partner." The response seemed unusual coming from Mr. Bennet, I couldn't figure out why he didn't just have Rene speak.

"Didn't we just miss our exit?" The exit that had a sign for the police station had just gone by and Mr. Bennet seemed to have no intention of getting off there. "I thought that we were going to the police station, we definitely aren't going the right way."

"We aren't going to the police station."

"What do you mean we aren't? You told my dad that you were, and me. Where are we going then?" I felt myself begin to panic. My heart rate went through the roof and I was glancing around me, realizing that I was starting not to recognize my surroundings anymore. This was getting bad.

Then, before Mr. Bennet could say anything, Rene turned to me. He put his hand on my head and said, "Do not be afraid, no harm shall come to you." And then I blacked out.

(""=="")

The lights above my head were blinding me as I was trying to open my eyelids. I tried to roll over, only to realize that my entire body was strapped down. I finally got my eyes to open, and I was able to see the heart monitor next to me. The last thing I could remember was being in the car with Mr. Bennet and Rene, and then nothing. There were muffled voices that sounded like they were outside my door talking. I tried to listen, but the constant beeping made it hard. It finally sounded like they were making their way closer to the doorway.

"We haven't found out her exact ability yet, only that she has one. None of our tests have forced it to reveal itself. Should we just get her back home, or do we wait until it manifests itself more?" It was the voice of Mr. Bennet. The voice that responded was unfamiliar.

"Give it a couple more hours. She should wake soon and if she still doesn't show signs of it, but her in one of the rooms with another, preferably not lethal, one of them. Then send her back home after visiting the Haitian." Why would I have to visit Rene? And what do they mean by "abilities"? I swear that I heard them speaking English but it got translated in my head as total Gibberish. Then I heard footsteps coming into the room I was in.

"Look who finally decided to wake up. How are you Kyra?" He was peering over me. He went and picked up files at the end of the table I was strapped to and read through them.

"Where am I? And what did you and that guy mean by "abilities"? I'm just a normal girl." When I said the last sentence, he glanced up at me suddenly. There was a look of confusion on his face.

"Kyra, did your adoptive parents ever tell you about your biological parents?" He was looking quizzically at me and I couldn't understand why he would ask that question. What could he possibly know about my parents?

"No. They didn't even tell me I was adopted until a couple days before you started stalking me. Why? Are they looking for me? Are they de…" My voice trailed off. I couldn't stand the thought that right after finding out I was adopted I was going to find out that I was an orphan.

"No, your parents are fine. Well…" and then he trailed off.

"What do you mean "Well…"" I demanded. I hated not knowing what was going on,

"We know who your biological father is, but your biological mother dropped off the grid shortly after you were found. So no one knows where she is. There –"

"Wait! You know who my biological dad is? Who?" My heart was racing. I was so excited that I could find out who is related to me by blood, and not just family.

"Well, Kyra. His name is Gabriel Gray. He is otherwise known as Sylar." He looked very nonchalant while dropping one of the biggest bombshells of my life on me.

"Wait. So you are telling me that my biological father, is a serial killer?" The shock was taking over my system. My heart started beating faster and faster as the news was sinking in.

"How do you know who Sylar is?" All of the sudden, Mr. Bennet's eyes flashed. I couldn't understand why what I was saying was shocking.

"It was in the news not that long ago." I was trying to gauge his reaction, to tell whether or not this was something I shouldn't have shared. My heart was still racing and he looked deadly. It hit me for the first time how utterly defenseless I was on this table because there was nothing I could do to protect myself.

"Tell me everything you know about Sylar. Now."