The metal was cold against my neck. The wind blew around me, my heart thumping. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and I felt the roar within. "I wouldn't do that." I growled, losing control. "And whys that? You're working with Sylar!" I moved my head a bit to glance over my shoulder at him. "What are you talking about?" He gave a angry laugh. "Do you really think I'm that dumb?" I heard a crash of glass and a thump. "One down." He said, then click the loading thing on the gun. I sighed, letting go of the railing. "Are you really going to kill me Mohinder?" I turned around and smiled at him. He held the gun up to my forehead, shaking some. "I've done nothing wrong." He just looked at me. "Besides running around with a serial killer who killed my father!" I smiled at that. "Ah, so this is personal." he put the gun to my head, the metal like ice. My mind worked quickly, and I did one thing I never really wanted to. I thought like Sylar.

"So you kill me. Great. You just killed a 17 year old girl who had nothing to do with the murder of you're father. Then you'll kill the man who DID kill you're father. Then what?" He looked back and forth, dropping the gun some. I sighed a bit, trying to think of what Sylar would do. "He used me, got to my anger and played with it! I-I didn't know what I was doing! He gets in you're head and uses what you have. I was just a tool for him. . ." I looked away some, letting the anger and hurt show. "He helped me control the transformation, then used my anger and gratitude to help him. Now that I think about it," I laughed hollowly. "I was just a. . . A pet." I glared over to Suresh, seeing the gun was at his side and look of sympathy was plastered on his face. Maybe thinking like Sylar wasn't so bad, but I don't plan on using it often.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He looked over to the kitchen as did I. I saw Sylar laid out on the floor with a broken cup by his head. His face was peacful and relaxed. A look I knew that he still had, but not when awake. A soul currptted by pain and hate and sorrow.

*Sylar's POV*

I woke up some, feeling disoriented. I opened my eyes, everything was fuzzy and I felt a bit dizzy. As I woke up more I realized I was face down on the ground, nosies going on around. Then everything started to become sharper and I heart fast heart beats, thrashing around and fighting. I sat up, gritting my teeth. I looked around and saw the place was a mess. I stood and looked over to the window, my anger boiling. I walked over silently, keeping my gaze On Mohinder's back. A gun was point at a bloody Jinx, her face showing anger, not terror. "Any last words?" Mohinder said, clicking the gun to set fire.

I looked over at Jinx and saw her eyes flicker to me then back ot Mohinder. "Yeah. Do you get motion sickness?" I heard his heart change rhythm and I smiled, casting my hand up. He flew and slammed into a wall. I glared over to him, then looked over to Jinx. She fell down, holding her arm. I knelled down, a mere foot away. "What happened?" I asked. She smiled some, looking up at me. "Saving your ass." I looked down at where she was holding her arm and raised a eyebrow. She sighed some. "He knew who you were, and I had to play my way out of getting shot. I was able to see his list that he compiled. He found me out though when I tried to take it. Then it turned into a blood bath and here we are." She said, wincing some.

I moved her hand and saw a bone sticking out of her flesh. "That's what happened when you transform too much whilst being attacked." She inhaled, her heat beat rising. She stuck her finger on the bone and pushed it back in, screaming whilst doing so. I looked at her as she looked at me. She smirked some, then passed out, me catching her in my arms.

I looked at her calm face. She had scratches lining her body and neck, with two large ones that crossed over her eye. Her long hair was scattered about, her face pale. Her body fit to mine perfectly, as if made for me. I set her down gently, standing and turning to where Mohinder was beginning to stand up. With only a thought of vengeance, I walked over to him, wondering why this girl made me want to fight for her.