Heroes
Volume 6: "Brave New World"
(An Undisclosed location, The IA Group Facility)
(An alarm is heard going off in the background as the chaos of Sylar's escape escalates)
Samson: (Lies on the ground with a weird metal object sticking through his head from one side to the other)
Barbara: (Runs into the room) SAMSON!
Samson: (Completely still)
Barbara: Son of a bitch! (Goes up to him and bends down, she then, with much show of strength, pulls the object out of his head causing a froth of blood to spew outward) ...Damn it...
Samson: (Quiet and still)
Barbara: Come on, come on, come on! COME ON! COME ON! ...COME OOOON!
Samson: (The hole in his head suddenly begins to seal back up and completely regenerate back to its original state) (And he wakens, taking many sudden deep compulsive breaths)
Barbara: OH THANK GOD! (Full of relief)
Samson: (Breathing, slowly gets back up on his feet) Whe- Where did he go?!
Barbara: We're looking for him. He hasn't left yet!
Samson: FIND HIM AND BRING HIM BACK!
Barbara: Yes... Yes... Right away. (Runs off)
Samson: (Bangs his hand on the wall in anger) DAMN IT!
(Within the facility)
Member # 1: He has to be around here somewhere!
Member # 2: We need to split up!
Member # 1: Are you out of your fucking mind?! This is Sylar we're talking about!
Member # 2: Then how are we going to find him?
(Suddenly someone appears right in front of them)
Sylar: Here he is. (Smiles)
Member # 1 and Member # 2: (Scream bloody murder as they are torn to shreds by Sylar)
(Somewhere else within the facility)
Rafe: SHIT!
Barbara: Where did that screaming come from?!
Rafe: Right in the next room!
Barbara: Stay right behind me, Rafe!
(Both Barbara and Rafe enter the next room)
(There is no sign of Sylar)
(But there is a trail of dead bodies lying strewn about the place)
Rafe: He really is stronger than all of us...
Barbara: Don't let his reputation be a force of intimation, Rafe! KEEP YOUR EYES FORWARD!
(Suddenly another scream is heard and another member of the group is thrown to his death against a wall and both Barbara and Rafe witness it)
Rafe: Over there!
Barbara: Follow closely!
(They both run off toward the location of where Sylar is)
(They turn the corner and to their surprise, Sylar stands there waiting for them)
Sylar: Hello. (With a smile on his face)
Rafe: (Fires off some kind of energy)
Sylar: (Deflects it off his hand and it burns away in a wall) (He then proceeds to flick his wrist)
Rafe: (Screams as he's thrown across the room and bangs his head against a wall)
Sylar: (Quickly maneuvers himself up to Barbara and grabs hold of her by the neck and then slams her up against a wall, his eyes meeting hers the entire time)
Barbara: (Reacts in pain as she looks in Sylar's eyes as he holds her fate in his hands)
Sylar: (Chuckles) Just how many of you do I have to kill before you finally learn to stop chasing me?
Barbara: Go... go ahead... kill me... take my powers... if... if it's what you want... you'll just take it anyway.
Sylar: You're absolutely right, Ms. Herschel. And in most cases that's completely true but, I think I'll just stick to murdering you in cold blood. (Puts his finger up to her forehead and starts to rip into it)
Barbara: (Tries her very best to refrain from screaming in agony)
(Suddenly something happens to Sylar)
Sylar: (Is blasted by some kind of large bomb of energy that blows him back crashing a hole into a wall)
(The culprit is shown to be Samson)
Samson: (Puts his hand down after having blasted his own son)
Barbara: Uh... ugh...
Samson: Barbara! (Runs up to her to check and see if she's all right)
Barbara: I'm... I'm fine. I'm fine. He didn't dig in very deep.
Samson: Where in the hell is the able bodied security at?! He ripped through us like we're tin foil!
Barbara: He's strong. Stronger than all of us. We knew this could happen.
Samson: We'll discuss faults and inabilities later, firstly let's get him back to lock- (Notices something) DAMN IT!
Barbara: Huh?
Samson: (Walks up to the hole in the wall and sees that Sylar is gone, he is nowhere to be found)
Barbara: We'll send a scouting party...
Samson: Little good that'll do. He can turn invisible. He's gone.
Barbara: Then what's our next move, Abba?
Samson: We wait. (Walks off)
Barbara: Humph.
("Chapter IX: Exodus)
(Tokyo, Japan)
(Very busy streets)
(Suddenly Hiro appears along with Ando, Claire, Angela, Emma, Sandra, Lyle, and Mr. Muggles)
Sandra: Now that was a hell of a trip!
Mr. Muggles: (Yelps)
Sandra: Oh, it's okay Mr. Muggles. It was only a little bit of teleportation. Just a little teleportation! (Snuggling up to him)
Emma: I've never been to Japan before.
Lyle: Heh. Neither have I.
Claire: Where do we go from here, Hiro?
Hiro: To Yamagato Industries.
Lyle: Is that supposed to be the place you work?
Hiro: Work? (Chuckles)
Ando: He owns it.
Lyle: You kidding?
Sandra: Really?
Hiro: (Nods) I really do.
Angela: Yeah. Fifty One shares. (She says as she walks on by them)
Hiro: Way to put a damper on it...
Angela: I need something hard to drink, so leave me alone for the time being. (Walks off)
Sandra: She was in a big hurry...
Claire: She probably doesn't really want to be here anymore than I do.
Ando: It's for your own safety Ms. Bennett.
Claire: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just get to that company of yours. (Walks forward)
Hiro: Uh, Ando... you thought about what you're going to say to my sister?
Ando: Hm?
Hiro: You know... my sister. Your fiancé?
Ando: (His widen large) HOLY- You're right! I haven't spoken to Kimiko in weeks!
Hiro: She's going to massacre you, Ando. I'll uh... try and... back you up.
Ando: (Gulps) Oh... Crap...
(Angela's Apartment-New York)
Noah: (Loading up his gun with a new round of ammunition) We ready to do this?
Adam: I have a sword. I was ready ten bloody minutes ago.
Tracy: So where do we begin?
Noah: I think I may have a few ideas to get their attention.
Peter: Care to tell us what those ideas might be?
Noah: Nope.
Peter: I figured as much.
Adam: So, assuming this group decides to invade us here in New York, you intend us to just kill each one after the other?
Noah: That's precisely what I'm intending to do.
Adam: You are aware of what collateral damage is, are you not?
Noah: Since when has the safety of others ever mattered to someone like you?
Adam: Heh, low blow.
Peter: Noah, he's one of us now. We don't need to treat anybody here like dog crap, okay?
Noah: The only one I'm treating like 'dog crap' is him.
Adam: (Nods) Right. Right. (Smiles)
Tracy: Are we going to do this or what?
Noah: Yeah, yeah, let's just-
(The sound of electrical charges are heard protruding just outside the doorway of the apartment)
Adam: That's... not a good noise.
Noah: OH... SHIT!
(The door is blown open, right off of its hinges as somebody enters the apartment, floating inside)
Sylar: Where. IS SHE! (He echoes with monstrous to his voice)
Noah: You... son of a-
Peter: OUT OF THE WAY! (Fires off a blast of red energy toward Sylar)
Sylar: (With his eyes glowing with electricity, puts his hand in front of his face and grabs onto the burst of energy without much thought, he fires it right back at Peter)
Peter: SHIT! (Jumps out of the way)
Tracy: Oh god...
Noah: (Points his gun toward Sylar and fires off multiple shots)
Sylar: (Not fazed by the bullets lands on the ground and begins walking toward Noah)
Noah: JUST. DIE. YOU FUCK! (Firing off more shots)
Sylar: (Walks right in front of Noah and raises him into the air with his psychic abilities, hoisting him, by the neck, right above his body)
Noah: Uh... Uh... Ughhh...
Sylar: Been a long time, Bennett.
Adam: (With his sword drawn, sticks off to the side) Heh...
Tracy: ...Your... Your him.
Sylar: In the flesh.
Peter: guuu... (Trying to get back up)
Sylar: Peter, if I were you right now, I'd stay RIGHT where I am.
Peter: errr... (Listens to Sylar's advise and stays on the ground, looking into the hardwood)
Sylar: Tell her to come out.
Noah: ...Uh...
Sylar: TELL HER TO COME OUT!
Noah: I wouldn't do that... ever... even if she were here. I'd never sell my daughter. Never.
Sylar: Then if she's not here, where is she?
Noah: Gone. Farther away than anybody can be.
Sylar: Heh. How long do you think that will last?
Noah: ...Forever. I'll make it forever.
Sylar: Are you even slightly bit aware that it's probably MUCH safer for her to be with me, at this point, than you?
Noah: ...Fuck you.
Sylar: But why? I'm being completely serious here. There's a nest of ME out there looking to collect. I'm the only one that DOESN'T need to rip open that pretty little head again!
Noah: YOU SON OF A... (Breathing hard, trying to attack Sylar, but can't in his immobile state)
Sylar: (Chuckles) You and I... we tend to hit some very raw nerves? Don't we?
Noah: ...Go to hell...
Sylar: (Laughs) You're angry at me, aren't you?
Peter: (From the floor) ...No one's ever NOT been angry at you.
Sylar: (Shrugs) It happens.
Noah: ...Do you even... even care... has the thought even crossed your mind?
Sylar: Hm?
Noah: ...When you made her blow her brains out... did you even... for one second... think that what you were doing, was a terrible thing...? (Actually beginning to choke up)
Sylar: Are you actually about to weep right now, Noah? (Chuckles) Really? REALLY?
Noah: ...
Sylar: And for your information, I did care... when I killed her. I cared a lot. I cared about just how beautiful the walls around her would look once she added that extra coat of red. ...It was extraordinary.
Noah: I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILLLLLL YOUUUU!
Sylar: (Laughs)
Adam: ...Christ.
Sylar: Now, if you're not going to tell me where your daughter is, I suppose I'll just have to find out myself... all I gotta do is touch you, and all the answers will come in time. So go ahead... stay quiet... it'll make me killing you seem that much more... artful.
Noah: GO AND DO IT YOU ASSHOLE! DO IT!
Sylar: Since you asked. (Puts his hand out)
Adam: (On the sideline, comes up behind Sylar) No, sir. (Swipes his sword at Sylar)
Sylar: Uh... uh... (Reacts to being sliced somewhere)
Adam: Humph. (Sheathes his sword)
Sylar: ...Shit... (His head falls off of his body, and he falls to the ground)
Noah: (Drops to the ground, takes quite a few breaths and looks up toward Adam)
Adam: We haven't much time. (Looks to Peter) Peter, get off the floor, you look very indecent form this view. (Looks back to Noah) Did you hear me? We have to go. He'll regenerate soon.
Noah: I... I don't know what to-
Adam: Save it. PETER!
Peter: I'm getting up! I'm getting up! (Gets back up on his feet)
Adam: We have A LOT of ground to cover.
Tracy: Just... who are you exactly?
Adam: I'm... complicated.
Tracy: Heh...
Adam: Let's move out.
(Tokyo, Japan)
(Pub)
Angela: (Sitting at the bar) (In Japanese) Another, Sake.
Emma: (Sits down next to her) Angela...?
Angela: ...What?
Emma: We have to go to that building.
Angela: Why? (Stern)
Emma: ...Because... we have to stay safe.
Angela: Stay safe from whom, exactly?
Emma: What?
Angela: STAY SAFE FROM WHOM.
Emma: I can't hear you just because you speak louder. I'm deaf.
Angela: (Sighs) (Gets in front of Emma's view) Why do we need to stay "safe" as it were.
Emma: Because we'll be killed. Duh.
Angela: Don't speak to me like a child, okay?
Emma: What do you think you can do about it? Dream up some sort of defense mechanism?
Angela: ...I've been in danger MORE TIMES in my life than I'd care to remember. And you know what? I've come back from it every time. I've walked into certain death and walked out, just as alive as I was before. Why should now be any different? Because I'm older? Am I a useless old grandma, now? Is that what the logic is now that I'm past my prime? Am I no longer useful? No longer valid?
Emma: Peter... wants this.
Angela: Peter has never known what he wants. I don't suspect now to be any different.
Claire: (Walks into the pub) I can't say I don't agree with you.
Angela: ...You come to "take to me safety" too?
Claire: I'm just here to tell you that I get it. I get it. Okay? I get it. But us being there is a burden.
Angela: Pfft, why? You can regenerate. You'll be fine.
Claire: But what if I'm not?
Angela: Hm?
Claire: I always think I can do more than I can, but I know inherently what I think and what I can actually do are two separate things. So, I can't die. What else is new?
Angela: ...
Claire: And you dream. That's what you can do. But unlike me, when you get hurt... you don't suddenly heal yourself.
Angela: Humph...
Claire: You being there... will kill you. And it'll hurt me...
Angela: Why would my death hurt you?
Claire: BECAUSE YOU'RE PART OF MY FAMILY.
Angela: Uh...
Claire: And believe it or not, I care about you. ...I've lost TOO much to just throw you to the wayside like some trash.
Angela: ...
Claire: I need you around... okay? I want you to be around. There, I said it. I don't want to lose you.
Angela: Hm...
Claire: I just want us to get through this. Preferably intact. So we need to stay on the same page. Can we do that?
Angela: (Sighs)
Claire: Can we do that?!
Angela: Yes... we can do that.
Claire: Then let's go, okay?
Angela: (Nods her head)
Claire: (Walks off)
Emma: She's strong...
Angela: Reminds me of me the more I get to know her.
(Angela's Apartment-New York)
Sylar: (His head LITERALLY attaches itself back to his body, he slowly but surely starts to regain movement, all the blood that poured out of his stem reenters his body) (He then takes MANY breaths after becoming whole again to signify his continued existence)
(He quickly jumps back up to his feet and notices that he's the only one left in the apartment)
Sylar: ...Son of a... (He darts around, looking to see if maybe they are still around but there' s no one in sight, no noises to be heard, all completely silent) You cowards. (He says to himself as a little bit of electricity protrudes off of his fist)
(He then calms himself down)
Sylar: Well... at least now I know decapitation doesn't work. (Quick Chuckle) (Walks off)
(Somewhere far-off within the city)
(An alleyway)
Peter: (Tired out after having run for miles) Where... where are we?
Adam: Far away.
Noah: (Sits down on the cement, against a wall of a building on the side)
Adam: You taking a rest, I see?
Noah: ...Just... Just give me a minute.
Tracy: Noah, us standing around here isn't exactly helping.
Noah: JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE.
Tracy: (Sighs) Whatever.
Peter: What's wrong, Noah?
Noah: Pfft...
Peter: Sylar does that. He gets under your skin. I get it. I really do. But you can't let that win.
Noah: ...I wasn't here... I was... I was gone... like I always am... that's all I've ever been is gone...
Adam: What are we saying now?
Tracy: Noah... you have to hold it together.
Noah: Hold it together? (Chuckles) Have you seen me lately? ...I'm far from holding anything together at the moment.
Peter: ...
Noah: I wasn't here... when he... raped my daughter... I wasn't here... when he tried to kill Sandra... I wasn't here when he murdered Lauren... I just... I wasn't here. I'm never here.
Tracy: ...Noah...
Noah: Hell... I was more responsible for the death of Claire's Biological mother than Sylar was. And I know... she would never tell me that... but I know she thinks it. She thinks it all the time. ...I... I should have never accepted this assignment.
Peter: What?
Tracy: Assignment? What assignment?
Noah: ...When Kaito... gave her to me. When the company tasked me with being her protector... (Fake chuckle) ...none of this would have happened. None of it.
Tracy: Oh, come on Noah, you can't possibly blame yourself for everything that's ever happened. You can't do that. You're supposed to be the strong one here. Why are you letting yourself down like this?
Noah: BECAUSE I FAILED! ...I failed. I failed Claire. I failed Lauren. ...I've failed everyone.
Adam: I know I don't have much stake in the game as it would seem but... do stop sulking.
Noah: WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?!
Adam: More than you would EVER care to dream, Mr. Horn Rim.
Noah: ...
Adam: Can you even fathom the amount of lives I've lived?
Noah: I don't care.
Adam: Yes you do.
Noah: ...
Adam: I've been alive for four hundred plus years. I've seen EVERYTHING. Time and time again. I've known people. I've seen people.
Noah: ...
Adam: I've done so many great things that most would never be able to accomplish, but I did it. I did it! ...Do you not think that some of my success was at the cost of absolute failure?
Noah: What are you talking about?
Adam: ...I had a wife. Frederica. Married in Paris. 1782. ...I've had a lot of wives... but none... none of them ever came close enough to her. She uh... she saw something in me. Something most never do. She wanted that something... and... for a time... she got it. I thought nothing of myself. I thought only of her. ...And... I knew... she was the one for me. She was the only one that truly ever saw me as someone salvageable. Someone who could be a better man than he was. She brought something out in me that I never truly understood. Even to this day. She loved makeup...face powder... the cosmetics of the time. ...But uh... that... (Actually starts to choke up a bit) (Regains his composure) ...that was her thing. It was hers. And I... I got her the best. But... at the time... things like that weren't as... efficient... not as... safe.
Tracy: Uh...
Adam: ...She got sick. Very sick. And uh... at the time... no one had a clue why. She just was. She was dying... and there was nothing I could do to help her. ...It was in that moment that I actually considered prayer... "Please. Save my wife. Save her. Please. I won't ever do another bad thing in my life." But... as usual, God was very busy that night not existing. So... I watched... I watched my wife... die. I didn't discover until years later what had killed her. Lead poisoning. The face powder... simple makeup... killed my wife. ...I never mourned her properly when it happened. I simply fell back to the swindler I had always been. I left. I never even said another word edgewise.
Noah: ...
Adam: A few years later I was... playing a game of chance with a man I met in Peru. Suddenly, two men walked into the bar and threatened to shoot the man about some kind of payment he owed. He said some nasty comment and they shot him, they shot him twice in the chest. They walked out. My friend lay on the floor bleeding. Alive. But again... I was powerless. At the time, you could only rely on the inevitable. But than... as quickly as the men walked out... another man walked over... he calmly told me to step aside... for some reason... I listened... didn't argue. Didn't say a word. The man would then go... and slit his own wrist and have my friend his blood. I didn't know what to think. I didn't think anything... I was just watching a random man feed my dying friend his blood. I thought he was mad but I didn't say anything. I didn't try and stop him. He just kept doing it. Kept feeding him.
Noah: ...This man was a regen... wasn't he?
Adam: (Nods his head) He was. Just like I was. And... when my friend ingested the blood... the wound... it just disappeared. He got up... and it was like... it was like he'd never even been shot. ...I was obviously very dumbfounded. I didn't know what to think. So... I had to ask him. "Can you regenerate your body too?" ..."Yes... Yes, I can." I showed him what I could do and he told me I was the first regen he'd ever known about outside of himself. ...Then he told me what we could do. How we could heal the sick... the broken. How... our "gift" was a blessing... a cure for everything awful. At first I thought... that's amazing... but then... I started to think... I started to think hard... and then it hit me. Frederica. ...I could have saved her. I had the power. I had the cure. I had it in me. It was right there. I was just... too stupid. Too much of a product of the time to realize that I could have been the one who saved her. My friend... who was shot... lived for another fifty years after that. Had a wife... kids... everything. And Freddy? She was still under ground. ...She's STILL under ground. ...I fell... I fell to my knees and I broke down... I no longer wanted to live this life. I mourned her. I finally mourned her, and then I tried killing myself more than once. Didn't take. I wanted... SO much... to die. It was only years later that I finally drove myself to WANT to live again. To move on.
Tracy: ...That's...
Peter: ...Jesus...
Adam: You want to know what failure feels like? That's what failure feels like. ...At least you still have your family. At least... you have a chance to undo all the bad. Me? I never did. I never could.
Noah: ...And you were willing... willing to destroy all of humanity in her name?
Adam: I would have destroyed humanity ten times over just to see her face again.
Noah: (Nods)
Adam: Now GET UP. Dust yourself off. And let's get the hell out of here. All right? Let's do... what you set out to do.
Noah: ...Okay.
Adam: Good. Now come along now, everyone there is much ground to cover. (Walks off)
Peter: I... I'm speechless.
Tracy: I had absolutely nothing to say...
Noah: (Gets back up) (Takes a deep breath) (Regains his composure, his determination)...You heard him you two. There's a lot of ground to cover. (Walks off)
(An Undisclosed location, The IA Group Facility)
Rafe: (Walks over to Samson) Hey, sir.
Samson: I take it your recovery is going well?
Rafe: Yeah, I'm good. Just a bump.
Samson: You're lucky that's all it was.
Rafe: ...Yeah.
Samson: Gabriel... has always been a stubborn boy. I never needed to have years and years with him to learn that. ...He got it from his mother.
Rafe: Well, if you don't mind me asking, how do you break someone like that?
Samson: You don't. But you can learn to take control.
Rafe: Hm?
Samson: Barbara!
Barbara: (Comes walking over) Yes, Abba?
Samson: How well can you use your mind manipulation?
Barbara: I'd say pretty well.
Samson: All right. Soon. Gabriel is going to start leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in New York as he searches for the Cheerleader. ...So he's about to lead us straight to him. Now, when he does, and we all know that he will, we'll strike.
Barbara: And...?
Samson: And you'll take control.
Barbara: Hm?
Samson: Get inside his head. MAKE him loyal.
Rafe: But... that could alter who he is. Ruin him.
Barbara: And he only recently recovered from Matt Parkman screwing around in his noodle making him think he was Nathan Petrelli.
Samson: Then be... meticulous.
Barbara: ...Understood.
Samson: He is only as strong as he allows himself to be. Take that strength... and turn it to your advantage.
Barbara: But what if he finds the cheerleader?
Samson: Then we'll kill two birds with one stone. ...It won't be long now. (Walks off)
Rafe: That was... kind of subtle.
Barbara: Seemed obvious to me.
Rafe: Humph.
Barbara: Let's make him proud.
(Tokyo, Japan-Yamagato Industries)
Kimiko: (In Japanese) How dare you show your face here, Ando!
Ando: (In Japanese) (Trying to make an appeal) I never forgot about you, babe, honest! I was just... I uh... I was very... very swamped...
Kimiko: With what?! Whores?! Liquor?!
Ando: No, baby, no!
(They continue to yell in the background as Hiro watches)
Hiro: (Chuckles)
Kimiko: (Notices this) HIRO!
Hiro: Uh... (Becomes startled) ...Yes, dear sister?
Kimiko: What are you laughing about?!
Hiro: Uh... nothing my dear sister...
Kimiko: OH! Cut the 'dear sister' crap! You pulled Ando back into one of your stupid little kids games, didn't you?!
Hiro: I uh... I don't remember anything like that...
Ando: Hiro! What the hell?!
(They continue to argue)
(In another room)
Angela: (Is seated on a chair)
Emma: (Is playing an instrument)
(Hiro, Ando, and Kimiko are heard yelling in Japanese in the background)
Claire: (Sits crossed legged on the floor, smiling) ...Doesn't sound like anything good going on over there.
Angela: Sounds like that Masahashi has a lot of explaining to do.
Claire: Tell me about it.
Angela: In time she'll understand. She'll tell him "The wedding is off" and she'll lock herself away in her room for a week or two, but she'll come around. They always do.
Claire: I see you have some similar experience with the matter?
Angela: I've certainly dabbled.
Claire: (Chuckles)
Emma: (Playing with her instrument, obviously not hearing nor caring about the conversation going on between Claire and Angela)
Angela: Before he went mad... your grandfather was absolutely indebted to me, but so bad at keeping tabs. He'd disappear for days on end at a time with such awful explanations as to why. Naturally, I always assumed the worst, affairs, extortion rackets, you name it. I would scream my head off at him every time he tried to explain himself. (Laughs)
Claire: (Chuckles along with her)
Angela: But we always somehow pulled ourselves out of the fire. ...Than we had Nathan. And later... Peter.
Claire: You think he stand a chance with Hiro's sister?
Angela: Oh, without a doubt. The moment I saw those two look at each other, I knew. When you find the one, you REALLY find the one.
Claire: I wish I could find the one.
Angela: (Chuckles) You're still very young, honey. Very young.
Claire: Well, I guess I'll have plenty of time to find him, won't I?
Angela: I suppose you will... I'll be long gone... but when you do... mention your grandma's good wisdom, won't you?
Claire: (Chuckles) I definitely will.
(Sandra and Lye, with Mr. Muggles on a leash come walking into the room)
Lyle: Dumb dog crapping on people's lawns...
Sandra: He is NOT a dumb dog! You're not a dumb dog, Mr. Muggles!
Mr. Muggles: (Barks a few times)
Lyle: Yeah, right. ...I'll uh... be in my office... (Walks off)
Mr. Muggles: (Runs up to Emma for some loving)
Emma: (Stops playing with her instrument and starts laughing and chuckling as Mr. Muggles embraces her with licks and other love, she hugs and pets the cute little pup)
Sandra: (Chuckles) We could certainly use more of those these days.
Angela: Words to live by.
Claire: We will. I know we will. (With a smile on her face)
Emma: (Continues playing with the dog, loving him, hugging him, petting him, laughing)
(Somewhere in New York)
Sylar: (Walking down the sidewalk)
Citizen: (Walks by and takes a look look at him) OH SHIT!
Sylar: Arrr...
Citizen: YOU'RE THAT CRAZED PSYCHOPATH!
Sylar: (Sighs) (Grabs onto the citizen by the mouth and pulls him over) Do you absolutely HAVE to scream it aloud?!
Citizen # 2: (Walks over) Hey! Leave that guy alone!
Citizen # 3: He didn't do anything to you, you monster!
Citizen # 4: Yeah! Get away from him!
Sylar: Err...
(A group of angry New Yorkers start to converge on Sylar's location)
Citizen: Ugh... uh...
Sylar: You all want to die or something?
Citizen # 2: You gonna kill us all?
Citizen # 3: You're a heatless person! You know that?
Citizen # 4: Just how many people have to die before you think it's time to put it all up? Huh? HUH?!
Sylar: ...
(The Citizens begin to rabble amongst themselves, shouting at Sylar, insulting him, trying to show him that they're better than he is)
Sylar: ...Stop... it...
Citizen # 2: We're not stopping. We're never going to stop!
Citizen # 3: When they finally kill you, you BETTER burn in hell for everything you've done!
Sylar: Uh... (Actually appears genuinely upset by that, or at least surprised)
Citizen # 4: Picking on a regular person... what an asshole...
(The citizens continue to be pestering)
Sylar: All right. ALL RIGHT!
Citizen # 2: ...Huh?
Sylar: You asked for it...
(Somewhere else in New York)
(Outside of a News Studio)
Peter: The News Studio? Really?
Tracy: How is this going to help us?
Noah: It's my plan. Make an appeal.
Adam: ...Play fire with fire?
Noah: Yeah. Sylar put fear into the hearts of the many with just one news report. I'm going to offer a challenge to the IAs. Live. ...And they'll come flying out with swords above their shoulders.
Adam: ...I like it.
Tracy: So you're going to make a declaration of War on National Television?
Noah: Basically.
Tracy: I'm in.
Peter: You don't even have to ask me if I'm in or not. But you do this, you make sure you do this right.
Noah: That's my intention.
Adam: What if Sy-Sy decides to show up?
Noah: Then we'll let the world see him rip us apart. Then band together to take him down along with the rest.
Adam: Heh... not exactly a kosher plan but... hey, if it works, it works.
Noah: There's gotta be something left in this brave new world.
Tracy: I don't think the Noah Bennett I knew would ever turn to humanity to save the people like me. Hell, he'd say that humanity would rather kill us than help us.
Noah: Well... hate to say it but... I'm pretty sure that guy is dead.
Adam: (Chuckles)
Noah: Let's go set things up.
(Sylar)
Sylar: (Taking a few breaths as he stands over a mound of dead New Yorkers)
Bum: (Watching from afar) Uh... Uh...
Sylar: YOU WANT SOME TOO, MOTHERFUCKER?!
Bum: ...I don't have anything.
Sylar: Uh... (He looks at the bum with confusion)
Bum: (Without fear, turns and walks away)
Sylar: (Takes a few more breaths)
(In an alleyway)
Sylar: (Comes walking into the alley) (Takes more breaths) ...Hold it together... hold it together...
(Someone appears to his side)
Nathan: Have an issue?
Sylar: ...You're not... here...
Nathan: I'm always here. I'm just not here.
Sylar: You can't... take me... I'm cured... of you...
Nathan: Cure or not, there's always going to be some part of you that still remembers me. ...No matter how small.
Sylar: THERE'S NOTHING ABOUT YOU THAT DEFINES ME!
Nathan: Then why are you feeling the way that you're feeling right now?
Sylar: ...
Nathan: You can work... and you can try for as long as you want but... you'll never fully escape the guilt. ...I will HAUNT you forever...
Sylar: GET AWAY FROM ME!
(Nathan is gone)
Sylar: (Takes a few more breaths, slams his fist into the side of a building, creating a crack in it that travels along the side of the wall for quite a ways before stopping) ...My name... is Sylar... (Sounding very desperate as opposed to his usual confident, macabre self)
(An Undisclosed location, The IA Group Facility)
Rafe: Sir... we've fund him.
Samson: ...In New York?
Rafe: Yes.
Samson: I suspected as much. Leave a mound of corpses?
Rafe: (Nods his head)
Samson: (Chuckles) Always the artsy one, my son.
Rafe: ...Right.
Samson: I suppose now we move out.
Rafe: Right away, sir. (Walks off)
Samson: We'll be together again soon, Gabriel. I promise.
*BLACK OUT*
Script written by Ryan West
Next Episode: Art of War
