I don't own anyone in the oh so wonderful Heroes universe. I wish I did. Anyway, this chapter might not be so good, because I' m pretty sure I have a sugar high, from wild cherry pepsi and chocolate covered raisins. Please Review.
What the heck have I gotten myself into? I looked over at the man in the driver's seat next to me. He was crazy, he's a serial killer, and his name is Sylar. Which I'm pretty sure is a watch brand. You have to be at least a block from insane to make you're serial killer name a watch brand.
But he got me, and that was more than I could say for most anyone else. Except that girl, the one who lived just down the block from me. She was pretty, with dark eyes and coffee colored skin.
If I had had any close to good reason to stay, it would've been her. But they weren't friends. More like comrades, out of everyone he knew, Luke knew that that girl was the only one he ever come close to telling about his ability.
It was the old man who had brought them together. When they were younger, Luke had been playing outside and saw the girl climbing a tree in her yard. She couldn't have been older than five. Then she fell down.
The old man walked across the street and said to Luke, " You gotta out for that girl, your neighbors, that's what neighbors do." So I walked over and helped her.
I wish I could have told her that I was leaving, and where I was going. Not to sure that Mr. Smiles over here would be too pleased if I had asked him that.
I don't think I should have apologized to him for letting me get shocked, and then rescuing me. The two events kinda cancel each other out. Oh well, at least he hasn't cut my head off yet.
They were coming up to a town, they had already gone past one today and Luke was starving. Sylar must have been too because they pulled into the virtually empty parking lot of some stupid diner.
It was a bad idea.