Chapter 3-Sylar PoV

The Gods hate me. Not that I doubted that notion in any moment in the past but this just confirmed it. She was even purer than the damned cheerleader and that just sucked donkey balls. Fuck can't a psychopath get a break? I don't know why I'm so affected, maybe it's cause she's a Goddess on legs. Ha, I bet Angela seen this one coming a mile away, and is now laughing at my misfortune and turmoil. I can't explain it but hurting her will be one of the hardest things I'll ever do in my lifetime, which is going to very long since-thanks to a certain blonde cheerleader- I can't die. Noah is practically handing this girl over on a silver fucking platter by bringing her here! She doesn't know who I am yet but oh she will. Noah will make sure she is perfectly aware that I am the bogeyman, and all I do is hurt, kill, take and destroy. In that order. I should be ashamed of what I do and I remember long ago I once was. No, Noah will make sure that she knows. Unless...NO! I'm not even going down that road. Although I wouldn't put it past Noah to...no. Snap out of it and FOCUS Sylar! The situation is delicate and will require a whole different strategy. I can't just fly in-thank you Nathan- and take it.

An hour or so later I leapt from the roof with a confused growl. Claire has a sister huh? Not just a sister, oh no. A hot, innocent, Scottish sister! In the short time I had been observing I had obtained so much information about ...what was her name? Elphaba? She is strong, independent, sassy, but very emotional. Understandable I suppose. She wanted to plan and live her own life, and they were willing enough. They are even paying for an apartment. That was their plans for the next day. She's funny, unique, and a generally happy creature. So many wonderful things, if only they knew where that mind of hers drifted off to. I shivered and smirked at that thought. Speaking of minds, or brains to be more exact, I was overtly confused about this woman's ability. I knew of the emotion control, hence the stalking, but the way they spoke was like there was something else. Something even more special than Claire. I realised during that time that I wasn't going to hurt her, not yet. I wanted to believe not ever but I wasn't foolish to believe I was that lucky. From what I gather, she's nearly as unlucky as I was, but I didn't dwell on the troubling pasts that both of us were victim to.

I dropped to the roof of my apartment building and sauntered down the stairs to my apartment on the fourth floor. I took my time retrieving my keys and unlocking the door. My mind kept wandering back to Elphaba, the way she was dressed, her shiny black hair, emerald eyes...the list continued as I went over yet again all that I knew about her. I was in a daze as I pulled off my coat and boots, and wandering over to the couch where I sank down and lay back. It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

I snored myself awake, face pressed against the arm of the couch and from the knee down dangling off the other end. With a start I realised it was the next morning and instantly regretted jumping to my feet as my joints protested and I fell unceremoniously back onto the couch. I gritted my teeth and felt my cheeks tinge a slight pink; glad no one was there to witness my Gabriel moment. I stretched my body and sighed as all the stiff joints cracked and popped, allowing me to stand and yawn. I stumbled to my bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes before stripping and jumping in the shower.

Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen cooking pancakes, hair damp and sticking up all over the place. My skin was still damp and my shirt clung the tiniest amount to my body.

A few minutes later I dropped onto the couch again with pancakes and coffee in hand, and with the flick of a finger the television set turned on. I watched the morning news while I munched on my breakfast, nearly shoving it down my throat to quench the hunger in my growling stomach. It was then I realised I had missed lunch and dinner the previous day what with my stalking during the afternoon and my sleeping the rest of the day away. My last mouthful was halfway to my mouth when I froze. The most unexpected sound was drifting down the corridor and I was sure I was imagining it. The laughter from two teenage girls echoed into the room and my plate and fork hit the floor as I rushed to press my ear against the door. Now I could hear a man and a woman present as well, and I knew every single member of the group present without opening the door. A chill crept up my back as I realised why they were here. Of COURSE! The Gods made sure that my previous neighbour moved out so that there was a free apartment for the sweet young girl right next door. I bet they are sitting laughing as I sat back and proceeded to hit my head, hard, against the wall. I hoped she didn't like the apartment and would pick somewhere else but I knew she would love it. It was places like these where most teenagers come, if mommy and daddy are paying for it. Plus, having glanced into the room briefly I knew the colour scheme in a few of the rooms were her favourite colour; green. With a laugh I finally came to my conclusion.

Elphaba was moving in next door. Fan-fucking-tastic.