She had called him that afternoon to tell him she had thought it over and she wanted to be royalty. For a second there she thought she should change from wanting to be a journalist to an actress because she was really believable. He gave her the time and place where it was all going to go down. He told her that he didn't want to see her because to him that would mean she was to close and he didn't want any chance she could hurt. Knowing she was there was all he needed. She had a plan too. The only problem was she didn't know if it would work. Once he started to glow to she planed to move him to the ocean where, hopefully, he wouldn't do too much damage. She also hoped she would be able to move a person. She moved all the furniture in the living room and that is not light stuff. She had also practiced moving an 18 wheeler. It was funny to see the driver's face when he went to get into his truck and the truck wasn't where he parked it. It helped break up the day. She made sure she got there early just to prepare herself for what was going to happen next. She was planning on killing her first true love. God, she thought they were going to get married one day. The tears running down her cheek almost caused her to turn around and go home. "No," she told herself. "You have to do this. He's the bad guy and whether you love him or not, you have to stop him. You had a chance months ago, but you ignored it. Now is your time to make up for your mistake." Around the plaza where it was all going to happen, Melissa noticed other people walking around. "Please leave," she heard herself saying. "Its not safe here." No one could hear her. She was to far away. Hopefully she had picked a good hiding place. One of the men looked like someone she knew. It was. It was Peter. She was going to get his help, but it was to late. Sylar had shown up. He picked up the man Peter was with him and threw him aside. It was just him and Peter. Melissa was going to help, but she remembered what Peter had told her. He could do everything. Maybe he lied because Sylar had knocked him off to the side. Another man showed up and pointed a gun at Sylar. He fired a few rounds, but they ended up flying back at him. Sylar had somehow turned the bullet around so they wouldn't hit him. Melissa wanted to help, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in her hiding spot. She begged Peter with her mind to get up. Maybe he could hear her. To her right a family ran from a building with an Indian man. The Indian man went to help the man who was shot. Melissa needed to help those kids. She needed to get to them before Sylar. But he didn't seem concerned with them. He seemed concerned with Peter. He was going to attack him again when the mother came and knocked Sylar around. "WOW," Melissa heard herself say. That woman was strong. Melissa was impressed. But enough of that, she needed to make her move. She came out into the open. No one would notice her because they were to concerned with Sylar. That was when she say this small Japanese man appear out of nowhere. He had a sword with him and he was pointing it at Sylar. There was no way he was going to stop Sylar. This was her time. She was going to end this. Sylar didn't seem to notice the Japanese man. She watched as he took his sword and stabbed Sylar through the chest. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Melissa heard herself gasped as she watched blood start to pour from his chest. She cried as he fell to the ground in a pile of his own blood. She couldn't move. She was frozen again. He was dead. The threat was over. She was wrong about that last part. Peter's hands started to glow like Sylar's did when he first showed her his new power. Melissa watched as Nathan Petrelli showed up from nowhere. He grabbed his brother and the both flew off into the night sky. Now the threat was over. Melissa was to shocked by the events of the night to do anything. She stayed in her hiding place for a few hours after the plaza had cleared out. Slowly she made her way to where Sylar had been killed. She stared at the blood pool that was left behind. Then she noticed something she didn't want to see. The blood became a trail. The trail led to an open manhole cover. "SHIT," she screamed. There was no way she could have survived that. Maybe he did and maybe he was waiting down there to regroup before making his return. That was why he left the manhole cover open. Well if that was it, she was going to make sure his way out was gone. She stared at the manhole cover and watched as it closed up the open hole. He needed to be gone. She needed him to be gone.