Author's Note: I finally finished it! So no more waiting. Here is the first of the last three chapters. ENJOY!
Dormant
"Who are you?" Claire addressed the two girls, who were closest to her.
One of the girls, the older one who's skin was so pale Claire wondered whether or not she'd disappear, smiled politely at Claire addressing her presence. The other girl just eyed up Claire. The pale one looked about Peter's age and had long black hair that hit her hips. She wore a gray sweater and black jeans. The other girl was young and about Claire's age. She had chin length brown hair and a tight fitting black long sleeved shirt with a white shirt over with a picture of a very annoyed cartoon cat.
"What do you want?" Peter demanded. His voice becoming tight as he went to meet with the two girls.
"Relax, Peter." The older woman said. Her voice was calm sounding almost soothing. "We're actually here to help you." She gave Peter a gentle smile that made him pause mid-step. She seemed so gentle, so kind. He couldn't help, but listen to what she had to say.
"We're from a group, The Organization lets call it." Her smile never faded even as the honey dipped words poured from her curled mouth. "We find people with power and…save them. Protect them. We are actually here looking for Erin Summers."
Glen's jaw tightened as he moved swiftly from the chair. The two girls turned their attention to him almost instantly.
"Erin's dead." It was the first time he admitted it. It didn't feel as good as it should have. Peter just stared at him wide eyed.
"That's not right." The woman said weakly. She looked down at her hands as if something were wrong. "I was sure she was alive. Perhaps Madame was mistaken."
"Madame?" Peter asked stepping closer. She looked up at him, her eyes a horrible clear green.
"Yes," She said smoothly again. "She's our leader. She sent us after Erin. Told us to bring her in."
"Do you have a name?" Peter asked his eyes moving from both of them.
"My name is Iris Sinclair." She greeted not able to smile. "My new partner here is Bethany Holmes. We came from Ohio to gain your trust as well, Peter Petrelli."
"And you know my name how?" Peter asked. He was now only a foot or two away from the girls.
"Powers can do a lot." Iris said coyly. "They can tell you a lot of things."
"So you told us about your saving grace Organization or what ever. What makes you think we'll believe you?" Peter's voice was flared by the slight radioactive touch that sparked his hands.
"Trust them, Peter." Peter's eyes went wide when he saw Matt Parkman at the door with a very smug young man beside him. "They're the good guys."
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"Damn it!" Sylar cussed as he and Erin went down the road in California. "How did that kid sneak up on us? How did you not see him?"
"How did you?" Erin rebuffed trying to keep her cool and eyes on the road. "I couldn't possess him cause of his touch. How was I supposed to know he was a paralyzer?" Sylar gritted his teeth a bit angered that such a wonderful power had escaped him.
"You are becoming useless Erin." Sylar warned in a mumble as he eyed the young woman very carefully.
"Fine kill me." She merely stated as she drove. "I'm assuming Parkman is heading to New York with Mr. Touch-And-Freeze. If we get there in time we can catch them and even get a certain cheerleader's power." She found herself horribly amused at imaging Claire's skull being split open.
"That would be a good way to keep you alive." Sylar admitted. Erin didn't shift her eyes from the road. "It still won't save you."
"I heard a helicopter when I came to." Erin recalled trying to shrug off Sylar's death threats. "Parkman and that kid could be heading to New York. How fast can a helicopter go?" Her question shot directly at him and he became annoyed.
"We get on a plane." He demanded carefully. "I can't stand being away from a power I am so close too. I could almost taste it."
"There should be an airport around here." Erin preceded to say as she glanced around the busy streets.
"You get us there." Sylar demanded his hand pressed firmly on the dashboard. "You get us to New York and I let you live."
"You can stop with the threats." Erin told her companion firmly. "I don't care if you're going to kill me. I'm actually happy helping you. Haven't been this happy in a long time." It was than Sylar realized Erin was becoming attached to him. Perhaps even falling for her. He didn't favor himself the falling in love type, but if it had to be anyone, why not Erin?
"You're going to have to meet with your brother." He said smoothly as he relaxed back into his seat. "Are you ready to do that?"
"Yes," She squeaked through clenched teeth. "I think so. Not kill him, but face him. I can handle facing him."
Sylar looked toward her. She looked determined, confident, fearless. He admired her somewhat. She was proud to use her power. She did in fact deserve it. He had not met any one other than himself that deserved to be special more than he did. And in that weak moment of his he felt love creep inside him. An emotion that had laid dormant since he had killed his own mother.