I coughed some, waking up. "Hn, thought you never come to. " A dark voice said. I groaned and sat up, holding my head. It was pounding and I couldn't remember anything. Fuck. I looked over and saw that Sylar guy from before. he looked deep into my eyes, as if searching for something. "What happened? Where am I?" I asked, looking around. It seemed I was in some sort of motel room. "You don't remember?" He asked, 'causing me to look at him. I shook my head some. He smiled some, sitting back against a chair. "Interesting. What is the last thing you remember?" he asked. I closed my eyes. "A man. . . A man with glasses. And," Images flashed through my head. Claws. Screams. Black fur. Gun shots. Yellow eyes. Blood.
My eyes shot open, looking at Sylar. He leaned forward, looking excited. "It took over! Dammit! I was so careful!" I growled. He smiled some, looking me up and down. "When I got you, you said you let it help." he moved his head to the side, looking for a reaction. "I. . . I what?" I asked, looking at him with shocked eyes. He smiled more. "You said they were hurting you, and you let it help you. You said it worked with you and gave you it's power." He said, his voice excited. I closed my eyes thinking back. The pounding stopped and I relived what happened.
"Yes." I murmured, telling him aloud what happened. "That's right. They tied me down and starting doing tests on me. It. . . It hurt a lot. After one day I asked for it to help me. I asked for it's power. Next thing I know, I feel ripples down my back and I've transformed into a Black panther. Guards came in and I killed them all. Fed on them. " I opened my eyes, looking absently at the wall. "Very good. Looks like your making progress without my help." I looked ta him and his smiling face. "I think I'm gonna be sick." I said and ran to the bathroom, throwing up. Once done I rinsed my mouth out and looked at the mirror.
"Come. We need to get to New York." Sylar said. I shook my head getting out of the bathroom. He was just putting his jacket on, then he looked at me oddly. "Show me your neck." he said, walking over to me. Why-" he flicked his hand and my neck moved to the side. He came over and moved my shirt some. "Of course." He growled. "What-?" he put his hand over my neck. "They put a tracker in you. They'll be here soon. Hold on. This is gonna hurt." He said. Before I could say anything a painful pulling sensation ripped through me and I hissed, closing my eyes. He walked away, holding something. I put my hand to my bleeding neck, glaring at him.
"Don't be mad at me. I'm not the one who put it in you." he said, putting it in the palm of his hand. It went up slowly, levitating above his palm. "What to do. What to do." he said, tilting his head and looking at the device. "Why don't you flush it down the toilet or something?" I asked. He looked at me oddly and I shrugged. "Well, if their on their way, that means their still tracking us. If we destroy it, they will know we know. If we flush it down the toilet, they'll follow that and we go our own way." I said. He looked ta me, raised his eyebrow and smiled. "I'm glad I didn't kill you." He said walking past me. I rolled my eyes. "Chivalry of a killer I guess." I muttered, walking out the door.
"Shit." I said, freezing. "What's wro-" Sylar stopped dead behind me. "Hello Sylar. Kathrine. I think it's time you stop fighting and come with me." The man with the glasses said, standing next to his car. I felt Sylar stiffen, 'causing me to feel a little scared. "I can't do anything." He said, talking a step closer to me. His chest touched my back and I became tense. "Why not." I whispered. A black guy got outta the car, a solemn expression on his face. "That's why." He whispered in my ear. "You have to transform." he whispered again. My body went tense. "I can't." I muttered, looking down. "I promised to help you. I can't do that if we get captured." I bit my lip, my eyes darting around nervously. "Listen to me. take a deep breath and close your eyes." I did so, feeling bare as I did. "Now, search your mind for your power." he whispered. I nodded some, looking around. I knew I found it when I heard growling. "Once you have it, take control. You're the master. Not it. take it's power and transform into something useful."
The growling was that of a cats, like when they breath you just hear that growl. Everything was dark, except two yellow eyes looking at me. "I'm in control. Give me your power." I said, a but shackily. the eyes came forward and there wasa person in front of me. Well, there was me in front of me. My eyes went wide as I looked at a me with Cat eyes, fangs and claws. She tilted her head, smiling. "Why? When I can just take control anytime I want?" it said in my voice, but with that same growl to it. "Because you're in MY body. I need this power without always blacking out." it just laughed. I glared some, clenching my fists and getting my back bone. "Let me put it this way. Give me your power, or we die." It smiled. "That's more like it."
I opened my eyes thinking some. I thought of something useful, then came up with a plan. I let the ripples take me and I shrank. Soon I was ground level with eight legs and lots of eyes. "Looks like you were better off without a partner." the man with glasses said. I turned some and saw Sylar smirking down at me. I then turned and ran at a high speed, at least that of a spiders, and got behind the black guy. Once behind him, I transformed into a bear and knocking him out. I grabbed his body and threw him into the forest. "Seems like you are better off without a partner." Sylar said to the guy with glasses and threw his hand out. The man with glasses flew into the air, thriving about.
"Kill him." Sylar said to me. I looked ta him confused, as he just tilted his head, smiling at the guy with glasses. "if you don't kill him, he'll keep coming after us." I looked down and transformed back to my human self. "he's just trying to capture us. We kill him, they come after us guns first." I said. He glared some at the man then looked at me. "you're one hell of a problem solver." he growled. he moved his hand and the man with glasses flew into the motel room and smashed into a mirror. Sylar then flicked his fingers and the door slammed closed, and then he looked at me. I just smiled and he shook his head. "Come on. We need to get to New York."