Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Sky woke a few hours later to find herself laying next to a cheerful, comforting fire. Stretching her aching limbs, she quickly came to her senses and glanced at her surroundings; she was leaning against the walls of an old, wooden hut, not so unlike the one she had left Sylar in… Sylar…

Sky wondered what he would think when he woke up to find his bed-companion gone. Probably not a lot, except the usual – that he wants to kill me. She thought bitterly.

A twig crunched outside the door and Sky rose to her feet defensively, preparing herself for an ambush. The young woman quickly relaxed as she realised that it was only an old, hunchbacked man. The man glanced up at her, unfazed, before carefully laying a small bundle of wood by the entrance. Brushing off his clothes, the old man turned back to Sky with a delicate china cup in his hand, he had filled it to the brim with a crystal clear liquid – presumably water.

As he began to limp towards Sky, he tripped over a stray log and fell, the precious china cup tipping in slow motion. Sky instinctively closed her eyes, switching abilities just in time to stop the china falling as she lunged forward to prevent the old man from hitting the ground.

She breathed out in relief as she supported the old cripple until he regained his balance. He grinned a toothless grin of gratitude and patted Sky gently on the arm.

As he turned back to the entrance, the old man froze upon noticing the china cup hovering, unsupported in the air. Frowning, he turned back to Sky who quickly used her telekinesis to pull the cup into her hand.

The young smiled down at the old man as if nothing had happened. "This is yours right?" She asked kindly, handing him the cup.

The old man shook his head in disbelief before his grin grew wider. "It is for you…special girl." He croaked.

"Me? Special? No! I'm completely ordinary." Sky covered up quickly, her artificial smile failing to reach her eyes.

"That cup has a will of its own then?" The old man asked in amusement before clearing his throat. "You are a special girl."

Unsure how to reply, Sky nodded and accepted the cup pensively. She watched the old man limp over to the logs and place another one on the fire as she carefully sipped the liquid. It wasn't water; it was unnaturally sweet but at the same time, light and pleasant.

"You're wondering how I know you're special? Apart from the flying cup?" The old man chuckled as he met Sky's curious gaze.

Sky smiled again. "I can't help but wonder." She replied.

"I can do something amazing too, but my village cast me out – they were frightened…I was a threat to them" The old man confessed, sadness flickering briefly across his wrinkled face.

"What can you do?" Sky asked in fascination, sitting up, her legs crossed attentively, desperate to find out about his ability.

"This." He replied. Sky could see the trust and a feeling of kinship in his eyes, it was obvious that it had been a long time since he had last talked to another human. He was an outcast, a hermit and now finally, he could share his secret. Maybe I should be a hermit too… that way I wouldn't cause any more harm by helping dangerous, murdering psychopaths… She bit down on her lip before turning her attention back to the old man.

Sky's eyes widened in disbelief as the hermit's body began to glow with a pure white light and he smiled blissfully. She watched in amazement as the light began to accumulate in the old man's chest before forming into a sphere and separating from his body, hovering in the centre of the room like a luminous, miniature sun.

"That really is beautiful." Sky whispered.

The old man nodded happily as the light slowly began to fade, and his body ceased to glow white, reverting to its usual colour.

"And you can levitate objects." He said in a way reminiscent of a small child discovering a new toy.

"Yeah… and other stuff too." Sky smiled and focused her strength on using the old man's abilities. Briefly closing her eyes, the young woman glanced down at her body as she felt a sudden tingling run through her chest, spreading into her limbs. The old man watched in delight as Sky began to glow pure white, her skin opaque and shining.

"An angel…" He whispered happily. "A special girl for certain."

The old man reached out his hand to touch her glowing skin as his began to shine too, the entire hut was lit up by the brilliant white light that jointly radiated from their luminous bodies.

The moment was ruined, as suddenly, the old man was thrown backwards by a powerful invisible force, slamming him roughly against the wooden wall as a loud, dark chuckle echoed through the clearing.

"You're right. She is special. Very special… and the best part? She's all mine." The calm, emotionless voice announced as Sylar stepped into the hut, his shadow towering threateningly as his dark figure filled the doorway like a character from nightmares. A twisted smirk danced on his lips as he strode towards the defenceless old man.

The old man shook his head, trembling in fear as the killer drew closer. The light faded rapidly from Sky's body as she desperately tried to prevent Sylar from hurting the innocent hermit.

"No! Stop Gabriel! Don't do this! Don't you-" She was cut off as Sylar wearily rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and lazily reached out a hand to paralyze Sky with his telekinesis. Jerking his head back to the old man, his smirk grew wider. "So tiresome. I sometimes wonder why I don't just kill her… oh well." He sighed before looking directly into the defenceless hermit's eyes. "I suppose I will just have to kill you instead."

Sylar's eyes glittered with anticipation as he raised a finger and telekinetically began to slice open the man's head. Sky screamed furiously as she was forced to watch, her eyes transfixed with horrified fascination as the cut grew wider, the crimson liquid trickling down the old man's wizened face until he ceased struggling, the light fading from his body and plunging the hut back into darkness.

Sylar bent over curiously, rolling his sleeves up before removing the thin layer of flesh that covered the man's head, he smirked triumphantly as he revealed his victim's brain and began to examine it, completely absorbed in his 'work'. Sky realised now, this is what he meant about seeing how people work. It was repulsive.

Eventually, Sylar stood up victoriously and held out his scarlet hands as he approached Sky with a dark glint in his eye.

"Look Sky. See what I can do?" He asked in proud satisfaction as his hands began to glow with the perfect white light.

Disgusted, Sky glared at him. "You're a monster." She spat angrily, meeting his eyes with fearless defiance.

"A monster you slept with." Sylar summarised easily. He fondly reached up to lightly stroke Sky's cheek, smearing the blood from his hands onto her face.

Sky instinctively turned away, unbearably ashamed, furious with herself. She knew what he said was true, and she could not bear to hear it. Instead, she diverted her eyes from his and turned away. "I'd rather die than repeat the experience." She lied quietly. More like I'd rather die than face the consequences of what I've done…

Sylar raised a disbelieving eyebrow before shaking his head slightly, his hand sliding down from her face, to rest gently on her neck leaving a gory trail of crimson blood on her exposed skin. "That's why you ran away, isn't it Sky? Why you left me. You want to die, you want me to kill you. To save you from knowing that you condemned countless thousands of innocent people to die by saving me." He diagnosed with uncanny accuracy as he shook his head and tutted mockingly. "Not so easy Sky. You're gonna suffer with me." He grabbed Sky's chin and turned her face to the innocent, dead hermit's body oozing a pool of scarlet blood onto the ground. "Look what you did Sky." Sylar smirked. "You're not similar to me. You're just the same." Sky swiftly pulled her chin from his grip, her eyes burning angrily. "You as good as killed him. Now who's the monster?" He asked smugly, raising an eyebrow in triumph.

"I wanted to do the right thing. For everyone…" Sky trailed off sadly, she knew he was right, she was in no way superior to him.

"If you were really trying to do the right thing… trying to be a hero," Sylar sneered sarcastically at the word, "Then why did you let me live? You knew what I'd do."

"I'm no hero, I'm just as bad." Sky agreed submissively, her voice flat and detached. Sylar raised an eyebrow at her unusually docile attitude, it unnerved him to see her so obedient. He didn't like it. "Let's go." He ordered, wrapping a bloody arm around her shoulders as he guided the irresponsive and silent young woman towards the door.

Sky paused for a moment as they emerged outside, she needed a plan, desperately. This couldn't continue. She bit her lip. This was all her fault, so she needed to correct her mistakes.

"I-I'm hungry. I want to get some food." She said lamely, her voice trembling with the unconvincing lie. Sylar raised an eyebrow, more than a little suspicious.

"Well you're the one who can teleport. What are you waiting for?" He asked, turning to look down into her eyes. He wanted to know the truth. What are you plotting Sky?

Sky shook her head, diverting her eyes from Sylar's. Once she had made this decision, there was no going back. Glancing up briefly, she immediately fell under the killer's spell and found herself hypnotised by his dark, penetrating eyes as he tried to understand her secret motif. Shivering involuntarily, Sky quickly looked away and shut her eyes, Sylar roughly tightened his grip on her shoulders as they teleported.

Sky squinted, unaccustomed to the bright streetlights as they appeared in a busy New York high street. Apparently it was still night-time in America, even after the little expedition to England. Sylar glowered down at Sky, unimpressed. He was supposed to be dead; the last thing he wanted was to have his cover blown by appearing in the middle of New York. In addition, the surplus of noise was rapidly giving him a pounding headache.

"There's a nice restaurant around the corner here. You go order something, I need to use the bathroom." Sky shouted in Sylar's ear over the deafening New York traffic. "Actually, second thoughts, you should probably wash your hands off." She added, her eyes falling pointedly on his bloody hands.

Sylar felt extremely apprehensive as his head buzzed with the input of thousands of different sounds. His super hearing was often useful, but this definitely wasn't one of those times. He rubbed his forehead wearily, closing his eyes for a moment to block out the distracting, blaring sounds as he tried to focus on comprehending Sky's untrustworthy behaviour. He knew how things worked, and according to his theories, people didn't normally act calm and composed after seeing a brutal murder in front of their eyes. Not unless they were slightly unbalanced.

The killer shrugged, he had what he wanted now. He was alive and back in New York. What else did he need from Sky? Then again, she might by a threat. Maybe he should just kill her now. She was the only witness to know he was alive.

As he reached a decision, he removed his shaking hand from his forehead and turned back to Sky, only to find that she wasn't there. She had already gone.

Cursing, Sylar scanned the surrounding area, but he couldn't see her and his super hearing couldn't pick up the sound of her unique heartbeat. He growled, his eyebrows lowering in restrained anger.

The killer watched disinterestedly as a young man on a motorbike pulled up on the nearby pavement. A twisted smirk slowly spread across his handsome face.

Sylar had a plan.

Sky quickly closed her eyes and teleported as soon as the killer was distracted by the epiphany of noise surrounding him. The first stage of her plan had been successful, now it was only a question of getting to the enigmatic 'Company' before Sylar got to her.

Sky had only gleaned brief mentions and fragments of memory about the Company from her accidental trip into Claire's mind, but she knew enough to know where to teleport.

The young woman's eyes flickered open, her heart pounding as she arrived in a vast car park outside a large building, Texas. Sky glanced up at the building. Who would think to hide an organisation like the Company under the front of a paper company? She thought, mystified as she read the bold script labelling the sizeable concrete construction building, Primatech.

The building looked empty and the only source of light was from the numerous streetlamps dimly illuminating the car park. Sighing, Sky shut her eyes in preparation to teleport inside.

Sky blinked, her eyes unaccustomed to the glaring brightness as she appeared in a long, white corridor lit with bright, fluorescent lights. Raising her arm to protect her face from their relentless intensity, Sky followed the corridor, glancing curiously through the mysterious, closed blinds, occasionally trying the odd door handle but finding them all tightly locked. Finally, Sky discovered a door left ajar near the end of the long corridor. Her heart beating faster, the young woman's pace quickened to a run and she barged inconsiderately into the room.

There was a moment of stunned silence as Sky took in the appearance of the gloomy office, a large wooden desk set in the centre where a short, balding man with glasses was scolding a young, pretty blonde. They glanced up at her in alarm as she paused, frozen in the doorway, unsure what to do.

"Er… this is the Company right?" She asked, breaking the silence.

Before Sky could react, the young blonde descended on her, her hands sparking with lightening-blue electricity which she held to Sky's throat, threatening to electrocute her.

"What should I do with her Daddy?" The blonde asked, holding the electricity close to Sky's throat, singeing her skin.

"Let her go Elle." The man ordered, looking at Sky warily through his glasses as the blonde unwillingly pushed her away, disappointed. "Now, let's start nice and simple." He reached into his pocket and produced a gun which he aimed directly at Sky's forehead. "How did you get in here?"

The blonde, Elle, smirked, her hands continuing to produce fierce sparks as she smirked sadistically.

"I teleported. And I came here for a reason." Sky replied calmly, warily eyeing the gun and the man holding it.

"Go on." He prompted, lowering the gun fractionally.

"I have reason to believe that a serial killer is at large. A rather dangerous one."

"And why does that matter to us?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow and exchanging a glance with Elle.

"It's…" Sky bit her lip. "His name is Sylar."

The man and Elle's eyes widened in a mixture of fear, surprise and excitement as they glanced knowingly at one another. The man lowered the gun and tucked it back in his belt before sending a fake smile to Sky.

"Call me Bob." He introduced. "Pleased to make your acquaintance miss…?"

"Driver. Sky Driver." Sky finished.

The blonde walked over cockily and held out her hand with a smirk. "Elle. Hi Sky." Sky hesitated for a moment before reaching out to shake Elle's extended hand.

"Ouch!" Sky exclaimed as a strong surge of electricity passed from Elle's outstretched hand, up her arm, leaving her nerves tingling.

"Elle." Bob said sternly, frowning at his daughter. Elle giggled mischievously.

"Sorry! Just happens with some people." She apologised insincerely, her voice sweet and sugary.

Sky raised an eyebrow, immediately detecting Elle's pretence. "No worries. I think I can cope." She bit back sarcastically.

"Well, I'd better make a phone call and alert our agents that our old friend survived." Bob nodded at Elle. "Would you care for a drink miss Driver?" He offered as Elle sent him a death look as she slouched over to the drinks cabinet, hidden carefully in a corner of the room.

"No. I'm okay thanks." Sky declined politely, remaining alert and slightly wary. She watched with a frown as Bob picked up his phone, dialled a number, sent a smile to Sky and muttered a few, inaudible words down the line. For a moment, the young woman thought of Sylar, wishing he could be there with her to tell her exactly what Bob had been saying. She was feeling suspicious. The look shared by Elle and her father was not an ambiguous one.

"So how did you know how find us?" Bob asked conversationally, relaxing back into his chair as Elle handed him a glass of amber liquid before seating herself comfortably on the sofa next to his desk.

"Oh… er…" Sky stalled, unsure what to say in response. She didn't want the company to hunt down Claire. Sky discreetly closed her eyes momentarily and switched abilities.

Ha! Bet she can't smart-talk her way out of this one. Sylar's good little girl won't admit she's allied with him. Thought Elle, sending Sky a bright, innocent white smile.

Great. So they think I'm working with Sylar. Stupid people.

"Sylar might have mentioned it. Actually," She laid on matter-of-factly, realising that it was too late to deny it, "He's probably on his way here now, to pick me up." If only…

Elle's eyes widened in surprise, however, Bob simply smiled calmly, his mind easily blocking Sky's attempts to read his thoughts. "It's a good thing we're ready then. This room." He waved at his office walls. "Blocks anyone's abilities. Except a select few of course." Bob glanced at Elle and they exchanged smirks as she rose to her feet, her hands sparking threateningly at her sides. "I suggest you come easily."

"Yes, we really do." Elle added sweetly, her eyes sparkling in excitement.

Sky paused.

Daddy's agents should be here in no time. I've only gotta hold her back till then. This should be fun!

"Think again guys. Who said teleportation was my only ability?" Sky replied with a smirk, shutting her eyes briefly to switch abilities.

A sudden, stabbing pain in her neck made the young woman spin around furiously, grasping her punctured skin and using her telekinesis to throw her ambusher against the wall, knocking them unconscious.

Elle moved forward, a dark grin on her face as she reached out her hands as if throwing a basketball and a large sphere of blue electricity whirled towards Sky, crackling dangerously as it spun, faster than lightning towards the young woman.

Sky instinctively jumped out of the lightning-ball's path as it hurtled past her, and found to her surprise that she had subconsciously risen up into the air. Hold on a minute. I didn't even blink! She thought in amazement. Ha! This could certainly work to my advantage.

Bob and Elle looked up open-mouthed at Sky, as she hovered smugly over the smouldering hole in the wall, created by Elle's ball of compressed lightning.

"Still think this is going to be easy Elle?" Sky teased, adrenalin running through her veins, heightening her senses. Now that the room was damaged, maybe she could access the rest of her abilities.

Elle smirked confidently and stepped forward, accepting Sky's challenge. "You bet it little girl." Her hands began to crackle with a new surge of electricity as the blonde's eyes lit up in delight.

Sky only just moved in time as Elle produced a powerful bolt of lightning which lanced across the room to hit the ceiling, missing the flying woman by inches.

"Is that all you're gonna do Sky? Move out the way?" Elle taunted. "Why don't you do something more like… this!" The blonde unexpectedly aimed at the light above Sky's head, causing a flurry of sparks to rain down on the young woman's head forcing her to fly back down.

Landing into a ready crouch, Sky glanced up into Elle's gleeful eyes. She was loving every moment of this. Wondering if she could pull off the same stunt twice, Sky held out her hand, using her telekinesis to slam Elle firmly against the wall, reminding her of who was more powerful.
A sudden, loud click next to Sky's ear reminded her of Bob's presence as he cocked his gun, holding it threateningly close to her skull. "You're not taking this the easy way, are you?" He sighed wearily, as Sky froze, fully aware that she was vulnerable. Who knew if she could recover from a bullet to her brain?

"You're not going to kill me." Sky told him confidently, pushing Elle slightly further into the wall and causing the white plaster to snap away and accumulate in her blonde hair.

"What makes you so certain?" Bob asked in a cold, emotionless voice as he glanced between Sky and his squirming daughter.

"What use am I to you dead?" She queried, raising a mocking eyebrow as Elle whimpered from the pressure induced on her by the telekinesis.

"What use are you to us alive?" Bob bit back, instinctively pulling the trigger as Elle screamed out.

Sky instantly prevented the bullet from hitting her using her telekinesis, then caught it in her hand with a careless flourish. She smirked at the stunned Bob, before twirling her arm and producing a powerful bolt of lightning, not dissimilar to Elle's and aiming it at his chest. The helpless man was thrown mercilessly across the room by the surge of electricity causing him to hit the opposing wall with a loud crash. Sky watched as Bob slowly drew himself to his feet, his clothes singed and smoking, his face red and scorched.

"You're a mimic." The man panted with a hint of fear as he clawed away from Sky, eyeing the powerful young woman warily before turning his scorched face to Elle. "Be careful Elle. This one's fast."

Sky spun around to find that Elle had somehow escaped her telekinetic grip. Did I switch abilities again? Sky wondered before a sudden bolt of unrestrained electrical energy hit her in the chest, sending an unpleasant tingling feeling through her body.

"Oh yes Daddy, she's fast alright. But there's no way she can beat me." Elle's sugary, girly voice rang out from behind her.

Spinning around as her body healed itself; the burnt, red flesh knitting back together, Sky met eyes with the electric girl, whose hands, by her sides, shimmered with the vibrant blue energy. Before Elle had chance to strike, Sky lifted her hand and masterfully sent a small sphere of electricity hurtling towards the blonde.

The fight was interrupted, as suddenly the door burst open to reveal a crowd of armed, Company agents. Their guns pointed directly at Sky's exposed head.

Before anyone had chance to pull the trigger, Sky telekinetically threw Bob's desk through the window behind it, then lifting her other hand, she pushed a cabinet of files towards the agents, blocking their firearms as numerous bullets and tasers flew in her direction. Dodging around the crackling, electrical Elle, Sky jumped through the hole in the window and soared up into the night air, leaving a trail of devastation behind her.

Bob carefully pulled himself out of the wreckage of his office, holding a hand to his injured chest as his daughter wrapped a supportive arm around him.

"We're gonna have to get this cleared up by tomorrow. But at least we got the important thing." Bob said to Elle, nodding his thanks to the agents as he gazed up at Sky's disappearing form, black against the glittering stars.

Elle smirked, a small tracking-screen in her hand. "Yes Daddy. I got it."

Sky soared threw the air, enjoying the pure exhilaration of flying as the wind whipped savagely against her face and the stars twinkled comfortingly above her. Eventually, the young woman decided to drop down, landing clumsily on the boggy, green ground of a desolate countryside valley. Brushing herself off, Sky paused a moment to settle her thoughts. From what she had seen of the Company, they were not nice people. And even Sylar didn't deserve the torture of being imprisoned there.

Biting her lip, the young woman reached a decision, hoping that it was an improvement on her previous ones. Shutting her eyes hesitantly, Sky concentrated on the same alley she had teleported into only hours ago.

Her lids flickering open, Sky quickly realised that she wasn't in the same place she had teleported into earlier. This alley was considerably darker, and eerily quiet. The moonlight loomed down, casting a peculiar half-light on the deserted, ghostly street.

A suffocating blanket of ivy covered a rapidly decaying wall, trapping the broken bricks beneath its angular, green leaves like a natural prison. Sky shivered. She had just experienced a fight for her life, but the shadowy alley installed far more fear in her than Elle ever could.

A loud crash made Sky jump, she swiftly spun around on her heel, her pulse increasing fearfully as her eyes scanned the alley's entrance. A small cat's shining eyes widened curiously at the young woman as it peered around the rubbish bin it had knocked over. Sky laughed lightly. A scavenging cat! That was all.

The cat mewled softly and lifted its tail in a friendly gesture, abandoning its bin to saunter over to Sky's legs, greeting them by gently rubbing its soft head against her jeans. Smiling, the young woman bent down to stroke the small cat as it briefly glanced up, acknowledging her with its saucer-like yellow eyes. The little scavenger wound itself around Sky's legs as it began to purr harder, enjoying the young woman's attention.

Suddenly, the cat froze, its muscles tense and tightened, its fur bottle-brushed and stiff as it abandoned Sky, easily climbing up the blanket of ivy and leaping over the edge of the wall.

Gee, thanks. Sky thought as she glanced at the wall where the cat had disappeared. Wonder if it'll come back… or maybe even the cats are leaving me now.

Sky rubbed her arms as a sudden cold breeze washed over the alleyway, chilling her body through to the bone. She shuddered involuntarily, an irresistible feeling of fatigue creeping over her pale limbs.

But Sky wasn't tired. She had been fine only a matter of seconds ago. Then it clicked. The cat had not bolted because of her; there was something else coming.

Sky turned apprehensively towards the entrance of the alleyway, fear coating her body in a fine sheen of perspiration as it became increasingly difficult for her to move her aching muscles. Her heart sank as she noticed a figure striding towards her down the street. With every step the shadow took, more of Sky's strength and her will to draw breath was drained away.

Fighting against the compulsion to stand still and watch the terrifying stranger approach, Sky began to run, her frantic heart pounding like a caged bird as her riling senses detected the frightening man's approach, his loud footsteps echoing through the alley. The young woman gulped in fearful realisation as she desperately searched for an escape route away from the dead end in front of her. She was caged in. Trapped.

At least the cat got away. Sky thought gloomily as she slowly turned around to face the figure. His teeth gleamed eerily as the passageway grew darker, the light fading mysteriously as Sky's exhausted limbs trembled weakly. She tried to back away from the threatening stranger, but she could hardly move, let alone use her powers as the tiredness spread rapidly through her body. She was helpless.

Sky sank to the ground, her life-force almost completely drained by the frightening man. For once, she felt the cold, very real hand of fear clasp its deadly fingers around her heart as the figure strode forwards, leering down at her.

"So much energy…" His rough voice hissed as he inhaled loudly through his teeth. "It's intoxicating…" He bent down until his pockmarked, shadowy face was level with hers. "You're mine now." He whispered as Sky desperately tried to back away from him, finding herself unable to move even her fingers.

The young woman shuddered in disgust as the man leaned closer until his rancid breath suffocated her. She shut her eyes instinctively, waiting for him to take the remains of her energy and to kill her.

A loud crash startled Sky, and her eyes flickered open to see the pursuer held in a powerful, invisible grip as he hovered several feet off the ground, choking. The man reached for his throat as he gagged. Sky let out a sigh of relief, her body tingling pleasantly as a familiar dark figure emerged from the shadows, his voice cold and calm while he strode closer to Sky's ambusher.

"Wrong." Sylar said quietly. "She's mine." He easily twitched a finger and slammed the terrified man against the alley wall, his lips twisting into a superior smirk.

Sylar spared a quick glance of concern for Sky before raising his hand in preparation to cut open the stalker's skull. The young woman uttered a small, inaudible moan of protest as Sylar's eyes narrowed in concentration and his victim's screams echoed eerily through the alleyway.

It was over after a few moments, and Sylar once again crouched down to scrutinize the man's brain with an obsessive focus. Sky was too weak to do anything but watch as the killer found what he wanted and straightened up with a triumphant smirk. He turned, as if to leave, but then glanced back at Sky, his dark eyes glittering as he exuded an aura of power.

"He was right. It is …intoxicating." Sylar said simply, his voice emotionless and smooth as he walked purposely towards Sky. "But you… you are different, special. I don't understand how you work, but I want to – and I will… one day." He leaned down to brush the hair from her eyes, tenderly caressing her cheek in the process.

"You saved me." Sky whispered breathlessly, unable to believe that the killer had helped her of his own free will, especially after she had abandoned him.

Sylar inclined his head slightly, his face hidden and unreadable as he ducked beneath the shadows. "Maybe I just wanted his ability." He replied finally, his voice silky and calm, never betraying even a trace of emotion.

"Why…why did you do it…?" Sky asked weakly, her own voice trembling as her energy levels remained unbearably weak.

"Kill him?" Sylar asked dispassionately, wrapping a strong arm around Sky's shoulders as she slumped, nearing unconsciousness. "He was gonna kill you. Would you rather I let him?"

"You didn't…have to kill him. He screamed for… mercy. What if… what if you were in his position?"

"I'm not. I am a natural progression of the species. He was inferior. Dangerous. But I am in control of my powers. He didn't know how to use his – he didn't deserve it. He was just another threat to innocent lives and I saved them." Sylar justified calmly, a smirk creeping across his handsome features as he ran his fingers through Sky's blonde hair, staining it with red streaks of blood. The killer held the bloody strands to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes glittering in satisfaction.

"No… you don't understand…" Sky protested weakly, shying away from his grip as he stroked her face tenderly. "They have as much right to live as you do…maybe more…" Sylar lifted an amused, but disbelieving eyebrow as he fondly entwined his crimson fingers in Sky's hair. "Please… just stop."

Unsure whether she was talking about his hands in her hair, or his natural compulsion to kill, Sylar glanced up to meet her eyes, his previous thoughts of killing her temporarily forgotten.

"I can't. I'm fixing them. Fixing the world. Think Sky, if I hadn't stopped him, what would that man be doing now?" He gestured to the body sprawled carelessly on the cobbled ground.

"He… he might've stopped. Left me alone." Sky said sleepily, forcing her eyes to stay open, fighting the tiredness.

"And if not?" Sylar prompted.

"He'd probably be… frightened… or scared… he might try to kill himself in repentance…" Sky said quietly, her voice weak and strained as she leaned gratefully on Sylar's supportive arm.

Sylar raised an eyebrow in an 'I don't think so' expression as he looked deep into Sky's eyes. "Or what if he was like me? A monster?" The killer asked softly, his arm pulling the defenceless young woman closer to his warm, comforting body.

"He'd just keep killing." Sky realised flatly as Sylar smirked in victorious amusement. "What about me? Aren't I dangerous?" She challenged him.

"You're special. Like me." He replied in a silky whisper causing a shiver to run down Sky's spine.

"Special how? Why?"

"You're mine." Sylar repeated simply, suddenly pulling her closer and holding her cheeks in his hands before carefully lowering his lips onto hers. "Together…" He breathed, inadvertently tickling her face. "We're unstoppable."

Hi guys!

Sorry this chapter was a bit shorter, I was struggling a little to write it. So please tell me if I should go over it again tomorrow and give it another look-over.

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