Okay, so. Lol, I've been thinking what I was giong to say for awhile about this. I MEANT for the whole thing to be done for Christmas, but that hasn't really worked out too well. I always seem to get distracted. For that, I apologize to everyone. HoweverI am going to try and finish it tommorow. How am I going to do that? I'll have to update like hourly or something. But somehow or another I'm going to try and wrap it up, so sorry for sucking :) In the mean time though, check out Heroes: New Beginnings! just kiddin' but i hope you like this next part..i didnt have much time and i was barealy awake..so its probably not funny hehe but its better than nothin'
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Sylar was at the mall. He was eating a Klondike bar. It sure was delicious.
"What would you do for a Klondike bar?" Sylar joked to himself. He was hilarious. After finishing the last bite, he walked away, carrying his red Santa suit.
"Hey, hey, hey you." A man said walking up to him.
"Howdy." Sylar greeted.
"You're the new Santa we sent for right? You go on in five minutes." The man said. Sylar looked around him.
"What? I have to go kill people-- I mean--uh--sing carols."
"Did I say five minutes? I meant five seconds." The man boomed. Sylar was going to have to be Santa. In agony, he put on the Santa suit as fast as he could. The kids were coming. He did like making people happy around Christmas time, but he would rather kill people. Oh well, it can wait, he thought. The clocks went off in his head. Bah humbug.
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Peter and Nathan were about to enter the door to Hiro's party. This was the moment where Peter could finally get some candy.
"Nathan, wait!" Peter said as he grabbed Nathan at the last possible moment as he opened the door.
"What is it?"
"Tomorrow is Christmas. And, well. Just forget it." Peter said, giving him a puppy dog face.
"No, Peter. What is it?"
"It's just...every Christmas I get a picture on Santa's lap."
"That's childish. You're like, in your twenties aren't you? Heh. I mean. It's not what it sounds like. I know how old you are. You're twenty...ish." Peter burst out laughing.
"You are one hilarious jokester. Pretending like you don't remember how old I am!"
"Oh yeah." Nathan said. It was time for his fake smile.
"No, but really, I want a picture with Santa! Now! Now!"
"We don't have time! The parties like already started! I want to get some cookies."
"I didn't want to have to resort to this..but if you don't take me to Santa's lap, I'll be force to tell the truth. About what you really do in your office."
"What? I have no idea what your talking about." Nathan lied as he squirmed.
"Let me explain to you in a flashback." Peter said with a wink.
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Peter walked into Nathan's office. He wanted to show him what he had made with play-do. To his surprise, Nathan was in his chair facing the window. He was on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this the President?" Nathan asked. He was trying to keep a straight face.
"Yes, Hey Dick." Peter laughed at the word 'dick'. "Listen. I want the llamas in my limo. Do whatever you have to do. I take my posse wherever I go." George Bush declared.
"It's not about that. Is your refrigerator running?"
"Why, yes! Yes it is! Why do you ask?"
"You better go catch it!" Nathan said as he hung up. He had just prank called the President! It sure was awesome working for the government!"
"Wow. How did you do that? All the sudden a burst of white light came over my mind and I saw that moment all over again." Nathan said in awe.
"Beats me. Come on, Nate! We gotta hurry!" Peter said as he grabbed Nathan's hand. They were off on another adventure.
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Mr. Bennet looked at his horn-rimmed glasses. They sure were sexy.
"Claire!" He said loudly.
"Hey dad! How are you doing? Hey look at me! I'm on roller skates!" Claire said ecstatically. In seconds, she was rolling down the stairs. Another injury. Claire put her head back into place again.
"Clairebear, it's time to go to that weird fish looking dude's house."
"Dad! I don't want to! I want to mope about my problems some more! Like-like! They cancelled Gillmore Girls! Plus, it's not like Santa's real, I mean come on."
"Santa's not real?" The Haitian asked as he entered the room.
"He's real, Claire's just pretending like he isn't. It's like a role playing game! Say, Haitian, why don't you remind her that Santa is real."
"How could I do that?"
"By erasing her mind."
"I knew that." The Haitian replied.
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You've heard the mysterious promotions. "Save the Cheerleader, Save The World." But now, it's "Sylar's Santa, Uh-Oh." In the coming chapters, it's time to, well. PARTY! Sylar and Peter face off in the most unexpected places-- on Sylar's lap. Hiro waits for Santa. The heroes find out the real meaning of Christmas. Mohinder prepares another monologue. In the coming chapters, Santa will be coming.
I hope you lost a bet..why are you reading this instead of waiting for Santa ;)
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
