Prey
Seri marveled at the hugeness of the city, feeling very small and alone. People did not seem to notice her at all, most of them hurrying along, talking on their cell phones.
She reached in her pockets, hoping for find something. A note had been shoved in there, with a twenty dollar bill.
Stay safe!
--Elle
Seri smiled. She had a friend at last.
The lost young girl had no idea where anything was, and was tired, so she took a seat on a bench by the side of the street.
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Angela Petrelli sat alone on a bench, her quick eyes missing nothing. Not far from here was Kirby Plaza, and a location of the Company. She had been waiting for Bob to meet her there for an hour. He was late, and that irritated her.
Wait a second... there was a girl seated alone on a bench about twenty feet away fitting the description Bob had given her. A teenager, pale and black haired, with big blue eyes and who would look out of place anywhere.
Angela knew that the girl had escaped somehow, but was not going to turn her in just yet.
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"Hello there. You look lost. "
Seri looked up to see a woman gazing kindly at her. "Mind if I sit here? "
"Hm? Oh, go ahead. I am lost. "
"It's rather cold out here, dear. Have you had dinner yet? "
"No... " Seri's natural inclination was to trust this person, but in New York, you never really knew.
"Then why don't you dine with me? My name is Angela Petrelli. "
Petrelli! Seri's distrust melted in a flash. " Do you know someone named Peter? I'm looking for him. "
"He is my son, but I don't know where he is right now. Come dear, it's cold out, and you don't have a coat. You can explain to me on the way to dinner. "
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Seri sipped her tea gratefully, completely at ease with Angela Petrelli. They were seated in the airport, looking for all the world like a grandmother and her granddaughter. Angela had insisted on buying her a ticket home, and they were waiting for the plane to be ready for boarding. Seri was curious as to why this stranger was so nice to her, but she trusted Elle's advice.
"Elle told me to find your son, and to watch out for Sylar. Can you explain what she meant? "
Angela opened her mouth as if she was about to reply, then suddenly caught sight of the clock. "Oh, goodness dear, you must be getting home! Here, take my coat, and here's your plane ticket for Wisconsin. I'd love to explain, but I'll have to wait. Come and visit me soon, Serena. "
Seri got up, and attempted to refuse the expensive coat. Angela would not hear of it. "It's too cold out for someone as young as you. I have plenty of coats, dear. Don't worry about repaying me. Go on home, Seri. "
Angela watched the awkward teenager board the plane that would take her home. Then she got out her cell phone and began to dial.
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Peter opened the door to his apartment. "Mom? Hello? "
He looked around. There was no sign of her, no note, absolutely nothing. His phone rang.
"Hello? "
"Peter? It's Mom. Serena's on a plane to Wisconsin. She's got about a six hour trip ahead of her, so take your time. "
"How did you know I've been looking for her? "
"You are my son. I guess you heard me talking on the phone yesterday, and knew what you would do. You must get to her before Sylar does. "
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Sylar's patience had worn thin. The girl Bennet had left with had not returned yet. He had waited for her so he could make the most of his plans, but his hunger drove him to make his plans ahead of schedule.
The door to the small house was blasted off of its hinges. Maggie, Seri's older sister, suppressed a scream and picked up a knife and charged the man standing in the door way.
Mr. Lansya got off of the couch, and started in on a tirade. "Hey! You! Get out of my hou- " He was slammed against the wall, as if an invisible arm had thrown him over there. He was pinned there with the couch as the mysterious intruder concentrated on the girl who had buried a knife in his shoulder.
Maggie screamed in pain as a cut began to appear, starting on one side of her forehead and working its way across.
As the cold blackness claimed the girl, she caught a glimpse of the man's face. Delight danced in his eyes, murder on his twisted mind.
Sylar whispered to the girl as the life left her, "Tell my mother she was right about me all along. I am special! "