Authors note: I'm not sure if this is my largest chapter or not but I think it is. Anyway, in this chapter we are getting closer to Peter and Sylars first confrontation! YAY! :D
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Disclaimer: Me? Own Heroes? No.
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Peter flashed into sudden exsistance in an alley off a main street of new york; the other side of town from the companies hideout. It was far enough for now though, they wouldn't look this far just yet but he knew he couldn't go home tonight, they would probably already be searching it.
James fell away from him with a pathetic wimper and retreated to the other side of the alley where he eyed him warily. For the first time he noiced how inappropriate his clothes were, they were uniform like grey t-shirt and shorts, thin too as the boy shook in the chill of the city air. It looked like he had just escaped from a mental hospital or something.
"What do you want with me?" he asked fearfully and Peter shook his head in response
"Not here," he said motioning towards to people walking by, no one seemed to notice them stood in the dark but that never meant anything; there would always be someone somewhere.
But the boy shook his head quickly and flinched as he looked towards the further darkness of the alley; he cringed away from it like it was carrying some sort of deadly diease that he didn't want to catch.
"I'm not going in there" he mumbled "Not with you."
Peter blinked in response, this was going to be hard then. At first he couldn't understand what was wrong with him but then in dawned on him, or what he thought of Peter did. The idea made him feel slightly sick.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he promised "Or do anything to you. I saved you from that place because your in danger-"
"I don't understand though" James said "Why am I in danger? The people at the hospital-"
"Hospital?" Peter interupted sharply and the boy winced like he was going to hit him but he barely noticed; a sudden anger erupting in his stomach. "Is that what they told you?!"
He nodded, fear in his eyes and Peter forced himself to calm down taking deep and steady breaths. It wasn't the boys fault; just theirs.
"Come on" he snarled grabbing his arm and taking him further into the shadows of the alley "It's about time you knew the truth"
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Sylar stepped out of the womans appartment and looked around at the busy street laid out in front of him. He had to surpress a smirk as he watched all the people going about their business, they would never know the thrill of power; and he pitied them. He pulled up his collar and set off.
He had read the information on the boys escape throughly, he had memorised the address of the Companys building and would start there first and follow the sent outwards. It shouldn't be too difficult, Sylar thought, unless Peter has used those beautiful time travelling powers. Then he would have problems, but then he would just hang around until he returned and take his powers and the boys.
Humming to himself he sauntered over to a magazine stand where a portly old man was chatting with a young woman. Sylar waited for he to leave, browsing the display without really looking at it; soon enough the man noticed him.
"Can I help you laddie?" he asked in a broad scottish accent. He shook his head in reply.
"I'm just looking thank you" he said with a small smile. It felt quite alien in his mouth.
"Although," he added as the man turned away, he turned back around "I was wondering if you could direct me to Kingston Avenue please?"
The scottish man looked Sylar up and down before answering.
"Your miles away" He commented, a little unsure of the man. He spoke with an American accent but the guy didn't even know the layout of New York! He must be from the west coast or something "You'd be better off getting a cab"
"Thank you" Sylar said again and wandered off to find a cab; or steal one.
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Peter stopped pulling James in a well secluded alley; he had materialised in the industrial area of the city near the coast and it was even closer now. They were probably only a row of buildings away from the docks by the smell coming from the water and the occasional splash as it hit the side of something in its path. Best of all this place was quiet and empty, they would be safe for the moment.
He turned to find James looking up into the sky with an expression close to wonder etched on his pale face. It struck Peter that he hadn't felt the wind in over three years, a thought with made him angry again. He scowled and cleared his throat making the boy jump; he glanced at him guiltly.
"Sorry" he muttered looking down. He shivered again, it was colder here than it was closer to the city. Without a second thought Peter shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it over his small shoulders, the night air battling against his chest but he ingnored it.
James opened his mouth to thank him but he cut across him.
"A hospital?" he asked sharply "You need to tell me everything"
"Like what?" he asked sqwirming under his gaze "It's a hospital isn't it?"
"No," Peter growled "The people that kept you in that cage where bad people. They wanted to use you"
"All they did was do some experiments on me" James admitted adding quickly "But they looked after me. They said they wanted to make me better..."
He blinked
"Better?"
The boy nodded, clearly thankful that Peter wasn't mad anymore.
"I used to get all these really bad headaches" he explained "They were awful, sometimes I'd pass out and everything. The people at the hospital were doing tests on me to see what it was; they gave me drugs to stop it and stuff..."
But even as he said it he didn't look so certain.
"They weren't helping you James" Peter said slowly "They were using you- it's what they do"
His head snapped up suddenly his eyes alight with suspicion
"How do you know my name?" he demanded.
His heart dropped; oops... He shouldn't have mentioned that...
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Sylar played the quiet traveller perfectly. He never said a word but the destination to the driver and didn't look up from the window. He knew that this would be a big risk, he couldn't be seen by any of the Company least he was captured; which would take away valuable time that could be spent searching for the boy.
The cab slowed to a stop as it reached Kingston Avenue. It looked no different from any of the street that lead off from it, all the buildings were red bricked and boring. The cab driver turned in his seat.
"That'll be-" But he didn't get any further as Sylar grabbed his neck in his hands and twisted, the brittle bones snapping under his fingers. The cabbie slumped down dead in his seat as he looked around the street but it was empty on the part where they were parked.
With a smile Sylar jumped out of the car and onto the street. He walked across the road and to the only shop that was lit up; the one he knew was the Companies, the paper shop front didn't fool him at all.
He was a few steps away from the front door when it opened but he managed to make it behind a side alley before he was spotted. There were two of them; a woman and a man by the sounds of it. He would have ignored them if he hadn't heard the word Petrelli.
"Mrs Petrelli," the man was saying, he sounded anxious "I don't think you understand-"
"And I don't think you do Mallory" Peters mother sniffed in reply. "My son and the boy must be found before someone else does"
"I know that M'am" the man replied, it seemed as though he was holding his tongue from saying something he shouldn't "It's just that it's near impossible to find two people in a city the size of New York!"
"If I remember correctly" Mrs Petrelli said pacing on the pavement, her heels clicking "Your partener can sense any person with a large amount of power. I fail to see how two of Americas most powerful people can go un noticed!"
Mallory coughed distractedly
"He's working on it" he muttered put out "It takes longer in a crowded place like a city-"
The sudden sound of the door opening broke the conversation, as another person joined it.
"I've found them!" a voice shouted, he was young and had an english accent. Sylar clearly heard Mallory sigh with relief. "They're by the docks!"
"Good" Mrs Petrelli snapped "Now bring them in; alive"
He heard the click of her heels as she went back in doors, the two men following talking tactics but Sylar wasn't paying any attention. He'd just got the information he needed without the hastle, once the coast was clear he stepped out of his hiding place and back to the cab. He opened the front door, pushing the cab drivers body in the back; as he settled himself into the drivers seat his foot clicked against something hard under the chair. He found it with a smile on his face.
"Now this could come in useful" he said laying the gun next to him as he set the car off in the direction of the docks; mixing in with the traffic of New York.
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Authors Note: I was originally going to have Sylar walk to the Companies headquarters and over hear someone on the phone but I change my mind because then he would have to walk to the dock side O.o and thats a long way :P
Well the next chapter will be up soon but I'm not sure when cos I have loads of revison to do XD
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