"The little samurai had a strong heart before we beat it into submission. He may need medical attention, Peter, so the more time we spend thinking about it..."

"You'll leave my loved ones alone if I agree to this?"

Raziel only grinned wider. "My dear boy, they'll be my loved ones too."

Confusion plagued the exhausted young man. Peter couldn't fully comprehend what was at stake. Living this villain's life for him; with him. How could he trust someone this calculated? This person went to great lengths to trick them here. And now Sylar was dead for it. Nothing was known about Raziel, and that only scared Peter more. "I can't..." he slowly began. But the strong Raziel quickly stood before the uncertain Petrelli.

"Peter, you unfortunately don't have the choice. I am just trying to make this change easier for you by bringing you in on it from the start. Your auia is rightfully mine and I mean to take it. Now that we are together, let me teach you about real power."

Naturally Peter resisted these words of temptation. He had always been taught to love the world and be loved by it back. He knew that in his heart was only the capacity for good. Peter never sought out power or glory. "I don't want real power. I want to help people."

Raziel chuckled, shaking the dust from his robe. "My boy, who can help more people? A hospice nurse, or a mayor? You need affluence to be able to reach more people. We can both get what we want out of this exchange, Peter. We need to bide our time. Build up the Black Sun Gang again, invest wisely. Get acclimated an today's modern market and then reap the benefits. What's more important, if we live in harmony inside your body, no one has to die. In your creation, my soul was able to evolve past taking people's power. You have the ability to absorb other's powers, but without the deadly outcome. Brilliant. No one will hunt us or try to stop us. We can be free to take what's there for the taking."

Despite the implications of everything said, it all was sounding rather logical to Peter now. Raziel had said that no one would die. That seemed like what Peter wanted, but then why was he being allowed to postulate here on the floor? "Well, I thought I didn't have a choice. Do it already." Raziel said nothing but extended his hand down to Peter to get him off the floor.

Now standing face-to-face, Raziel shook his head and whispered, "You already know how."

He was right. The feeling for new life was desperate inside him. A part of him was reaching for energy. It was a sensation he had never felt before. It was an identifiable difference in his day to day absorption of other powers and it struck him with terror. His body was taken over by a possession beyond Peter's control.

Suddenly a warm sensation enlivened the slumped over Peter. The feeling was hard to describe in words, but it was almost like having a blanket slowly wrap around you, and then seep into every pore of your body, getting immediately into the flow of your blood. With the ecstatic feeling enrapturing him, Peter was immensely distracted. He didn't notice the body in front of him slowly dry up and fall to the floor. With the body lifelessly at his feet, he couldn't stop the absorption. The glowing surrounding Peter was getting bigger. His eyes, white as snow, were shooting off a lot of energy. Whatever had just happened, it was quickly getting out of hand.

The room shook slowly and steadily as the energy intensified. Shift, Maximus and Eden were all at a loss. They were not prepared for such an occasion as this. Slowly, as they thought it could only get worse, the imminent destruction was quelled on its own. Peter's body relaxed, and the changed man stood there.

Looking down in amazement, Peter was stunned. He was worried because the last thing he remembered was running into Maximus and hitting the ground. But his body didn't ache. Neither did his stomach. In fact, Peter had never felt better. Then the light went off in his brain, and Peter began to freak out.

"No, no no no," he frantically exclaimed. The others slowly approached the upset Peter.

"Boss? Are...you...there?" Maximus asked, trying not to sound like he was leaving a voicemail. But the truth was that he had never asked to speak with another person who inhabited a different body. Peter just looked like his own worried self.

"What's happening?" Peter ran to the mirror hanging on the wall. He didn't look any different. His face bore no wear from the starvation. Then, like a spark from an ancient ember in Peter's eye, Raziel awoke from his dormant state.

"A breath into new life. The beginning of it all." The whispered hiss of the spirit was chilling to the bone. It was soft and omnipresent, as if Raziel was standing behind each of them whispering in their ears.

With a great startle, Tilt burst into the room from his guard post. He had heard the rumbling from downstairs and hurried to the commotion. "What the hell is going on? I left the kid unconscious, but this better be good." Perplexed that there was no one hundred fifty year old mummy in its box, Tilt was hesitant to believe the plan had actually worked. He had doubted that they could get it done, since the last twenty five years had been spent sitting dormant. Raziel in Peter's form quickly took notice of the revelation in Tilt's head with his new access to Peter's telepathy. He winced at the thought of a doubter posing as a loyal soldier.

A slimy smile slowly slid across his subtle scowl. Raziel lifted the subordinate into the air and pulled him close to where he was standing. Looking eye-to-eye, yet upside down, Tilt knew that he was in for a world of pain.

Goodbye, Stephen. So good of you to leave your power behind with me before I dispose of you.

Having that said, Raziel lifted his hands in front of the floating body, and wrung him like a wet towel. Twisted, broken and drained of blood, the body quickly made its way to the back wall of the room.

"You're absolutely insane!" Peter broke out from behind the overbearing presence of Raziel inside him.

I prefer the term 'Megalomaniac'. Don't worry, my boy. You will soon be just an afterthought in my history. Now that I am in possession of your body, it will just be a matter of time before I have one hundred percent control.

"I won't let you get away with this!"

Ah, but you have to! I have left several people you care about in the crosshairs. You'll cooperate without a question.

No uproar there. Eden approached the new man before her. "I've been waiting for this moment." Softly, she placed a hand on his cheek, and leaned in. Her soft lips pressed against his in a quiet explosion of anticipation. As she pulled away, Eden let out a slight moan of elation. "Let's get you at one hundred percent."

And with no notice or indication of what was to come next, Peter/Raziel and Eden were gone. Maximus's first reaction was the obvious Where did they go? But once it had dawned on him, he went to get the mop to clean up the large puddle of Tilt's blood.

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Hyderabad, 1979

The moment Eden opened her eyes, her heart and brain almost exploded. Not only the shock of jumping back thirty years in time, but the appearance of the room was astonishing. Her esophagus seized in shock and she began to suffocate. Reaching her arm out and dropping to her knees, Eden was in a panic. The library carpet to which she collapsed was a vibrant red. The wood finish was a warm brown chestnut and wrapped the entirety of the room. The clear crystal hung from the ceiling like a brilliant star at the top of a Christmas tree. Her eyes became transfixed on this centerpiece. Never in her few years suffering the indignity of living in Hyderabad did she ever imagine this library being so pristine.

She began to calm herself down and slowly regained her breath. As she stood, she shook her head. "Whose office is this?"

Raziel chuckled. "This, my sweet," the villain spoke from the lips of Peter Petrelli, "is the Middle East Headquarters of a fledgling organization you may be acquainted with in our present. This branch will be closed down in a few years. Rumors spread that this is the laboratory of a mad scientist and citizens come bearing figurative torches to run out 'Dr. Frankenstein'. When I was turned into the living dead, Linderman was more than willing to lend a building locals believed to be haunted. It seemed...a per--"

Just then a man with swept light brown hair entered the room, "Excuse me?" he asked in a nasally British accent. Eden quickly turned to face the intruder, and was halted by his eyes. As soon as her eyes made contact with his, her only startled response was "Sir." The young man was somewhat surprised by this abrupt, bizarre answer. He smiled a bit and bashfully put his hands in his pockets, "I thought I heard someone say my name. Can I help you two?"

Raziel went over to the young Daniel Linderman, hand extended and smile awaiting. "Nice to see you, Mr. Linderman," the cool Raziel said as he fought the turbulent Peter inside. "My name is Raziel. This is Eden. We are old friends of yours. From the future. We were the ones who sent Mr. Nakamura here for safe keeping."

The sweet, fresh face of Linderman brightened. "Amazing! I told Arthur we were on to something big! We didn't know what to make of that Japanese chap. Your note, while well composed, still sounded like a bunch of hooey. We were sure that he was delusional, special, but delusional. We have him stored in a room downstairs. I can't believe this dumb and mute man is dangerous." Linderman said in disbelief. "Your note said he's a terrorist in the future? Don't you think it's dangerous keeping him here where he can do damage to the timeline?"

Raziel simply smiled his cheapest smile. "We were finally able to catch this menace, and subdue him. Fortunately, we have found a way to eradicate him for good. He has bounced back numerous times, but he won't be able to this time. We're erasing him completely from the timeline."

"WHAT?!" Peter broke through the thin facade Raziel set up. Linderman, who was quite startled by this outburst, gave Raziel a questionable look.

Eden quickly shot him a glance as well. This wasn't part of the plan. At least not that she knew of. Her stomach felt sick. Messing with time seemed completely over her head, and she felt the weight of this evil genius' plan. Raziel could not only hear these thoughts of panic, but the essence inside him turned like the tide in a tsunami.

"Will you please excuse us? The eclipse is going to begin soon and we don't want to miss it. Might as well catch a show while we travel," the diabolical Raziel joked.

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Since Peter could no longer observe the waking world, he decided to figure things out on the astral plane. He realized that the Deveaux rooftop was the setting for his encounters here because it was familiar. Here, he was able to make his surroundings or visit planes of existence with other beings in them. This was no time for experimentation and exploring, though. He had to find Hiro, fast.

He took a moment to focus. He was having problems mustering the power to concentrate. His existence was becoming less and less his own as Raziel powered up in Peter's former body. With absolute concentration, the visage of Hiro materialized in front of Peter. Slowly, like a painting showing itself on the blank canvas, the form of Hiro Nakamura coalesced in Peter's presence. As if he had been awoken from a bad dream, Hiro managed to shake himself free of whatever trance they had his mind in.

"Peter! We must... Where are we?" Hiro asked, searching his surroundings for some form of reference.

"We're floating between worlds. We don't have much time. Raziel only needs to teleport back to 2009 and we're both stuck here for eternity."

"Wait, we aren't in 2009? Where are we?"

"1979."

Hiro gasped. This wasn't a good year according to Hiro's reaction. "The eclipse. He'll use it to seal our fate and his own. The last thing I remember is sneaking into the Black Sun Headquarters, pretending to be a criminal. But they must've seen through it. How good are you with communicating with people outside this...place?"

"I don't know," Peter shrugged. "Why?"

"I have a friend in the present. His name is Sari..."

"Actually, Sari is captured. He was the one who led Sylar and I..."

"Sylar!"

"Look, it's a long story. He died falling into a trap Raziel set for us. It's almost as if Sari was part of the trap."

"That can't be. During my surveillance of Raziel, I made sure that Sari stayed away. You see, in the future Raziel disappears. But the Black Sun remains. I was so certain that I was the one to finish off Raziel. That's why I went to Hyderabad. Rumor in the future Hyderabad was that a time-traveler did him in once and for all. But Sari becomes the ringleader, continuing the cycle of villainy. So, I meant to change the future in showing kindness to one troubled soul. But now it looks like you led him right to them."

"Wait, Raziel disappears? So whatever stops him is already set?"

"I don't know. Time isn't a rigid plank we all walk, its a bamboo shoot that sways with the wind," Hiro responded, peeved. "But we need to make sure he gets out of there. I have to wake up! Get to Sari and save him."

"Hiro, calm down. I have an idea. You get to the present. You guys have to get Sari out of that building and make sure he can't get back. I'll work on Raziel."

"'You guys'?"

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On the roof, Peter/Raziel stood stoicly facing the Charminar. Eden sat at his feet. She was mulling over what Raziel had explained to her. He had said that as long as any Nakamura lived, they would always be in danger. He said that they would be averting vendettas from ever falling back on them. To ensure the demise of the Nakamura clan, Hiro was going to drive a bomb into Yamagato Towers. Of course Raziel had failed to mention to Linderman that this 'terrorist' was the future son of one of his close friends and co-founding members. But the way Raziel saw it, they weren't going to remain friends for much longer anyway. So he was doing future-Linderman a favor. It just so happened that this favor would ensure a long healthy life for Raziel.

As the sun slowly dimmed, and the dark disc intercepted its radiance, Raziel moved his heavy gaze off the monument in the horizon and moved it to the sweet girl at his feet. "Come. Fly with me."

She smiled sheepishly. Looking up and meeting his eyes, she couldn't say no. He reached down, grasped her around her forearm, and she did the same inversely. He shot up quickly, jerking her out of her Indian-style sitting. With his amazing strength, he single-handedly brought her up close to him. Bodies pressed together, the two lovers came to a halt. Floating over the city, they peered into the eclipse. No indicative pain or trauma marked this momentous occasion.

Raziel could feel the power growing inside him. The energy from the eclipse rained down in its invisible splendor. The cells in his body seemed to ignite with the charge he was being fed. Eden could feel a certain warmth against him. His body felt like it was tightening, growing. He looked down into her eyes, smiling. His last words to her would catch her off guard, but it would be too late.

"You'll never get the chance."

With his arms coiled around her, he tightened his grasp. Choking the air out of her lungs, his constrictors were unbreakable. With very little air in her lungs she tried to form the words "Let go!" but she was powerless. Feeling the world go black, Eden resorted to physical means, but they were also futile. She wouldn't win this day, and she was going to give her life.

She had stayed in the lion's den for too long. She never meant to join Raziel in his evil plans. She only stayed on with him to ensure Sylar's death. She wanted to go back to the Company. Especially since control was in Noah Bennet's hands. She meant to report everything she had seen to him. Never in her wildest dreams would she want Hiro Nakamura to perish from existence. She knew he was one of the good guys. She considered herself a good guy too. Just a good guy on the wrong end, trying to gut out evil from the inside out.

But it was too late, she couldn't hide her thoughts or intentions from this maniac anymore. And as she accepted her defeat, her heart finally stopped and she was dead.

Pleased with himself, Raziel glided back down to the rooftop. The body of Eden McCain draped under his arm, lifeless. He thought for a moment, about how perfect life was going to be. All that was left was to persuade Hiro to march to his doom. It was time to set his future on course.

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The visage of Hiro faded softly into the blackness. Peter concentrated for a moment on the thought of Sylar. Sylar. Sylar sitting in a corner. Curled up, hiding from the pain. As the image in his head shaped the scene, it formed in front of Peter. Making Sylar appear was the first feat. The next one was going to be to get him to open up.

He seemed to be trapped in his own mind, too hurt to face the world around him. The anguish inside him was enough to occupy his eternal struggle. Peter could feel the cold, deep feelings swelling inside of Sylar. Peter didn't know what to do. He had never seen the strong Sylar this weak. He was a little boy crying for a savior, living in Hell to appease his demons.

"Get up, Sylar."

He seemed not to hear Peter, focusing only on the pain he felt.

"Get up!"

Nothing. This wasn't going to get anywhere productive. That was a problem.

"Sylar, listen to me. I know at this point you may not believe in second chances, but you have one coming up. The wheels are in motion, and the time to jump is now. We were given these abilities for a reason. Now, I have this opportunity to let you know you can have your old life back. I don't think that Raziel survives the next time jump. Ever since Hiro said he disappeared...I don't know...it's like my ..."

And almost like they shared a brain, Sylar, through all his weeping, as clear as day, found the right word for Peter. "Precognition."

"Yeah...my Precognition is consistently on. Like I'm wading in a pool of water," he began to understand more clearly what was happening. His connection to this plane. His connection to Sylar. He was in complete control here. No boundaries or lines of demarcation. The future no longer came to Peter in vignettes. It was a channel he was tuned to no matter where his attention lay. The present situation posed no problem for Peter because he now felt the Intuitiveness that was Sylar's birthright.

Glancing with a Zen-like understanding, Peter continued, "But you, you can be free from this personal Hell, and you can move past it. You can still make a difference. Sari is in a lot of trouble. More trouble than he knows. Only you can make sure he never goes back to that Black Sun. Only you are powerful enough to put an end to that gang. Raziel won't be a problem. He's flown too close to the sun. Let the world live without his evil, but don't cast away your need for redemption. If you give up now, all those deaths remain on your head and we'll both be stuck here. But if you go back, you become something greater. A hero. And the most important power any hero can have is the example he leads. Gabriel?"

"I...I...I hear all...all their voices...but just their screams...the scream...the--"

"Sylar! I know! We all are plagued by the ones we've wronged. But it's up to us to make life about more than that. Use the years you have to make those voices subside under the voices of those that love and praise you. Just give it time. Time heals all wounds. Now listen, Sari needs you. That should be enough. Get up and get living."

Whatever spell Sylar was under seemed to calm a bit. He looked up at Peter, eyes and face glistening with tears. He swallowed the anguish he had been in, moistening his chapped lips. "I don't want to hurt anymore. Sari needs me. I can see it. His future without me. It's dark. Thank you, Peter."

With that said, the two entities, the two halves of this vast power, these two souls came together. Both men thanked the other for showing him a half of himself he had never known. An embrace for kindred souls. Somewhere at the core of their beings, a small reaction was happening. As the idea of existence began to flow into Sylar's consciousness, he felt like a part of Peter was being carried off with him. Inside his being, he felt braver. More sure of his heart. Sylar understood what it meant to love unconditionally.

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Hyderabad, 1979

"What do you mean 'he's escaped'?!" Raziel screamed with the brazen fury of a madman.

The inexperienced Linderman looked ghastly. He could see a fire in Raziel's eyes that indicated great control of a great power. "I'm sorry. He came out of his trance and then disappeared. I don't know what to say." He swallowed hard.

Raziel stared down into the blue eyes shivering in fright. No words could express the rage bubbling inside him. Raziel didn't have time to inform Linderman with all the reasons he couldn't kill him. But he thought them all and then disappeared.

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Hyderabad, Present Day

Inside the mansion, Maximus was quite startled by a loud boom in the sky. The mansion rattled for a few moments, knocking dust from it's dormant facade. Maximus put the mop down near Sylar's dead body. Shift made his way towards the door, "I'm going to go up on the roof and check it out." Maximus glaring up out the window.

Behind him on the floor, the clock inside Sylar had been wound. His chest began to lift, subtly with new life. He sat up like a vampire greeting the night. But the only one there was Maximus. He'll have to do, thought the wicked Sylar.

"Where's the kid?" Sylar spoke unabashed at his resurrection, standing on his feet. Maximus turned slowly, furious to know Sylar wasn't dead.

"I saw the boss kill you."

"Didn't take. Now tell me where the kid is, or pay." Sylar smiled, quickly bringing the mop to his awaiting hand and snapping it over his knee.

Maximus laughed. The thought of Sylar piercing his armor with a mop was the height of humor for him. But before he could grasp what had happened, he was naked. Like a toddler in a diaper, Maximus cried out in shock and horror as his whole suit collected in a puddle around his boots. His skin turned red with rage. He opened his mouth, and brought his hand forward to point at Sylar, but the words would never escape. Sylar sent the javelin straight into Maximus' gut, throwing him back into a wall. Stuck to a wall and screaming bloody murder, Maximus' muscles seemed to grow. Sweat gleaming and veins popping, he ripped the post sticking out from his abdomen.

The hulking brute made three steps, still screaming and panting, and then collapsed. The blood loss was too much, and now he was dead. Sylar smiled. Killing in the name of saving those you love was just as rewarding as killing for personal gain. He felt guilty for taking pleasure in such a thing, but he knew it would be baby steps to get away from his murderous hunger.

Sylar could hear a heart beat approaching the room. Fast as the wind, he moved to a more inconspicuous location. Shift immediately took notice of Maximus' large dead body like an elephant in the road. His only conclusion was to check on Sylar's body, which he saw was no longer laid out on the library floor, but actually standing right behind him. Shift ducked quickly and made his way back out the door. He knew he needed to get into a crowd of people; camouflage himself. It was his only defense. But as he turned the corner out into the hall, his momentum delivered him right onto the awaiting blade of Hiro Nakamura.

Hiro lifted the hilt, letting Shift slide down onto the ground. Sylar quickly came to see what had happened to his prey. He was startled to see Hiro. The two men stood silent for a few moments. Both of them were overcoming their preconceived notions of the other. Both had been unfair in their judgment of the man standing in front of him, and this similarity seemed to add a new respect between them.

Sylar looked down at Shift's cold body. "Looks like he didn't like your performance."

"Come on, we have to find Sari."

"Right. The cells are downstairs."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Materializing into the warm Indian sky, Peter/Raziel seized in pain. His body was overloading on all the power and culpability held with in it. Blood pumping, muscles cramping. The terrible feelings charged the young Petrelli like a fire cracker. Lightning, ice, fire, metal; all colliding together like a mad scramble for balance. His mind blazed with all the abilities that were getting out of hand. There was no way to neutralize what was happening.

Peter Petrelli was happy to see his body peel away like a camp fire dissipating into the night. The agony and anguish was a sweet release from the life he would have to lead. Memories of loved ones raced past his mind as his skin cracked in a million places, drawing their lines up and down his appendages. Flashing like a bulb mispositioned in its socket, his organs all began to collapse. In his last moments, he felt the excruciating pain of dying, but the sweet victory of living a meaningful life. And he smiled at the thought that a new journey was set to begin.

His body was failing on him more and more. He could feel himself stretching; ready to break apart at the seems. The tipping point felt so close; Peter gazed down at the surface from his height hundreds of feet in the air. A world he could leave behind, because he knew what awaited him. A world left to great heroes. Heroes he would aid whenever he could from his angel's seat.

Again, Peter Petrelli's body exploded like a supernova. Before he reached critical mass, the buried memories shone bright almost as if it were New York, 2006 all over again.

"Goodbye, Pete. I love you."

Here I come, Nathan.

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Rushing out into the street, Sylar and Hiro had Sari propped up. The poor boy was weak but not dying. He had suffered some tough nights out on the street, and a couple days without food was nothing. But he was so destitute, so downtrodden in his cell. No contact with the outside world had rendered him nearly hopeless. He was steadily gaining some strength, finding hope from his rescue.

But why are we stopping?, Sari thought to himself. Sylar and Hiro both put the young man onto the curb across the street from the mansion.

"Peter told me to make sure he can't go back there." Sari could hear Sylar say through the haze of his consciousness. Hiro nodded, "That is correct."

"Well, I have an idea. Sari," the boy could hear the commanding in Sylar's tone. He was serious about something. Sylar crouched down and putting his hands on both of Sari's shoulders, sat the teen up straight. "Look at me. I need you to focus your power for a couple seconds. Just think for a moment. You know how small a nail can be, right? Just focus on one nail. In that building."

Sari, still a little groggy, furrowed his brow. "Which one?"

Sylar smiled, "Eventually all of them. But they're all the same kind of nail, so just focus on one and magnetism will take care of the rest."

Sari slowly brought himself to his feet. He looked at either adult standing on both sides of him. It had occurred to him that since he developed his power, his life was becoming stranger. Now two grown men from New York wanted him to pull the nails out of this building. Sari closed his eyes, and took a few steps toward the building. Still off to the side of the road, he stretched his arms out. Nothing was happening. He turned to Sylar.

"This is stupid!" he exclaimed.

Sylar went over to the dirty street urchin and gave him a knowing gaze. "Sari, the first step to awakening a world of possibilities is to let go off preconceptions. The moment you think you are too weak, you become too weak. I just want you to focus on one nail."

Sylar stepped back now, behind Sari. Time for him to try his hand at something. The boy got situated again, facing the building. Again Sari stretched his arms out. Thinking and concentrating on the small metal nails holding the building together. Ever since Sylar had woken from his deathbed, he had felt brand new. Not only readier but more compassionate. He could sense something in himself as Sari extended his Magnetism. It wasn't the magnetism itself, but the thought of Sari.

Focus on the tracker, Sylar heard Mohinder's words echo in his memory. Sylar was doing it. He was now a generator for Auxiliary Reflective Manifestation. Peter's gift of love seemed to have a perk unforeseen to the excited Sylar.

The building began a slight shake. Nothing noticeable to the naked eye, but Sylar's ear could hear the vibration. Little nails, moving in place. None falling out of place, but oh so ready to be plucked. Then it suddenly occurred to Sylar. They didn't need to pull them out. More and more the nails vibrated. Each one setting off any still nails near them.

Now the three of them, the only ones in the barren street, could see the building moving. Sari was excited to see that he was actually having an affect on the it, unknowing that his power was being channeled through an 'amplifier.' Faster it shook, with pieces of its exterior plaster crumbling down. Sari now was "yanking" at the visual image he had of the nails. Trying to free them from their nearly ancient resting places. Sylar in the midst of his steady concentration yelled to the boy, "It's ok. I've got it from here."

And in a flash, faster than the blink of an eye, all the nails set in that old building liquefied. The roof caved in as the insides imploded. Shattered glass and dust erupted from the windows up and down the exterior walls. The three stared for a couple minutes at the now decimated, empty shell of the building.

Sylar, for once, was at peace. With the Black Sun Headquarters in ruins, he realized the difference he made. He would be called a 'hero' for once and it felt like an odd fitting jacket. He smiled at the thought that everyone back at Kirby Plaza was waiting for him to return. And he would return there because it resembled the closest thing to a home Sylar had known in years. A community of people who helped and supported each other. He was a part of that. They all formed one force to combat the tide of malice. Each one of them unique and important to the cause. Sylar realized it as Hiro placed his hand on his shoulder; that one person can't change the world. But many special people bound as one could face anything. And that was where Hiro took them. Home, to that force.