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Well, they wouldn't be coming back to this village.

The man called Sylar smiled as he watched his group at play. They were doing so well.

Spike and Drusilla had joined up in California, and the two had been ready and willing to join him.

Bellatrix and Greyback took more pleasure than Drusilla, if such a thing were possible, in the torture that they forced upon innocents.

However, they had recently shown signs of becoming... dissatisfied with his leadership. No matter. That was what she was for. His secret weapon.

He had found Petrelli in Texas, badly injured. He had hardly recognized him until he spoke. He had been willing to join them, though never participating in their attacks. He would fly ahead and scout out nearby camps. It was only because of that that he tolerated him.

And then there was Adam. If you believed him, he had fought with Nakamura and the Petrellis just as he himself had. He hadn't believed him until he cut his head open and it healed. Then he believed him.

He wondered when his secret friend would become necessary. He had recruited her shortly after he had drawn a painting, using Mendez's power, of his being murdered by Drusilla.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed them drawing near. He heard Spike speak.

"Sylar."

"Yes?"

Drusilla interrupted in her usual dottiness. "Miss Edith says we must replace you. The stars and the moon and the earth and the sun all agree. And they all dance under the twilight."

He allowed himself a smile. "Must we?"

Drusilla approached, and was almost at lunging distance when the tip of a thrown knife sprouted suddenly out of her heart.

Spike spun around, and met with her fist. He was lifted off his feet, and it looked as if unconsciousness came quickly.

Bellatrix went for her wand, but the figure darted at her, and thrust the point of a blade through her chest.

She dropped into a fighting position as Bellatrix fell.

Petrelli watched, eyes raised slightly.

Greyback raked her with a calculating gaze, and turned to Sylar.

Adam smiled mysteriously, and also turned.

Sylar smiled once again. They were doing well indeed.

"You alright?" he asked.

The response came quickly. "Five by five."