Persephone flew through the streets until she reached Mohinder's place. She found the mat and the key it concealed and opened the door. It strangely smelled like a doctor's office and drying paint. She fumbled in the dark until she found a light switch. When she flicked it on, she found herself face to face with a pistol.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Persephone Zachary." She replied, her eyes going cross trying to keep the pistol in sight.
"Sylar sent me."
"What ?" said the man.
"Sylar sent me. Are you Mohinder Suresh?" she asked quickly.
"Yes."
"The agents were coming after me. He sent me here."
Mohinder lowered the pistol.
"Why did he send you here?"
"I don't know," she said, sighing in relief that the gun was no longer at her.
Mohinder placed the gun on a table that was cluttered with papers, photographs, and artwork.
"So, you have an ability I'm guessing?"
"Yes. I can control water. Do you have one?"
"Yeah, strength." He said.
"Cool."
"Ms. Zachary…" he started.
"Persephone." She said.
"Persephone, that man, Sylar, is a killer. As soon as he gets a chance, he will slice your head open and take your ability."
Persephone stared at him in disbelief.
"Kill…me?
"Yes."
"But…then why did he save me? He could have killed me right then and there."
Mohinder sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I don't know. Im just warning you about what might happen."
Mohinder took a closer look at her face.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?"
She
shook her head.
"I don't think so."
Mohinder shrugged.
"So, can I stay? Just for tonight?"
"Sure."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
She went over to a small couch and set her bag and herself down. Mohinder went and took a stack of artwork from another cluttered desk. He went back to his room.
"I just know I've seen her somewhere…" he said to himself.
Then, as he shuffled through the paintings, he found them.
It was a series of paintings all about her. The first picture was the most horrible. It was a torture scene. Both of her hands were shackled on either side of her body so it was like she was being torn apart. Raggedly cut electrical wires were wrapped around her, electrocuting her and there were bloody lacerations to her arms, chest, and neck. Her face was tilted upwards towards the sky and her eyes were tightly shut in agony with red streaks of blood streaming down her cheeks. Her mouth was open in an agonizing scream. Mohinder could almost feel the intense pain.
The next painting was of Persephone and Sylar. Sylar had his arm around her waist and her arms were on his shoulders, clasped together. He was looking at her with a sense of longing in his eyes. She seemed to be looking straight into Mohinder. Her eyes seemed to have a dangerous glint to them and her mouth was a blood red and curved into a malicious grin that sent a "You know you want me" look.
Then, he came upon a third painting. It was Persephone, and it was raining. Her blue-black hair fell into her face, but Mohinder could still see her expression. Her eyes glared at him and her mouth was curved into a devilish smirk that sent a shiver up his spine. She was positioned in a fighter's stance, legs apart, shoulders squared. She was wearing a white tank top that had been slashed. She held menacing whips made of water in each hand. The most horrible thing was a bloody laceration that stretched from should to shoulder, so deep, that her collar bones were sticking out. Behind her, stood Sylar, a cruel smirk on his lips and an evil glint in his eyes. His arms were crossed and his shirt was torn.
The last painting was of Persephone and Peter,. Both of their eyes were closed and their hands were clasped and were emitting an electric blue glow. At the bottom of the painting, the word "Latrommi" written on it.
"Latrommi?" he said to himself.
He walked silently over to the doorway and looked at Persephone who was innocently texting on her phone. Glancing back at the paintings, he could hardly believe that this was going to happen to her. After all, Isaac Mendez was never wrong.
