Lex Luthor and Paul Westfield were scared out of their minds. Sylar waking up never factored into their plans. If it wasn't for the first clone that only still existed because Tess had taken a liking to it, Sylar's body would never have been moved and everything would be fine. Now, they had to deal with this x-factor and the entire game had changed.
"Doctor, start running."
They both took off, but didn't get far before Sylar lifted them up with TK and slammed them against the wall in front of him.
"You, baldie, you're Lex Luthor. I remember seeing a picture of you in an article I read in Time magazine. Tell me how I'm still alive. The last thing I remember is being stabbed by a silly Japanese man."
Dr. Westfield spoke up.
"I can answer that. You may think you are the man known as Sylar, but you are really a clone of him that I developed in a lab in this very building."
"A clone? Why did you make me? Actually, don't answer that. You must have wanted to use my powers for yourself in some way. Well, I'm afraid I'm captain of the ship now, and we won't be steering in that direction. Still, the reasons you must have for going to such great lengths to obtain my powers intrigue me, Mr. Luthor. I must…understand them."
Sylar lifted his finger in the air and began to telekinetically cut open Lex's head. He screamed in agony, but the scream did not last long. He began examining Lex's brain. He could see that Lex's driving force was not to regain Lana Lang's love. He simply hated to lose. Yes, Lex may have believed he loved Lana, but examining Lex's brain allowed Sylar to see him for what he truly was. A jealous, selfish man that was just as disturbed as he was. When Sylar was done, he turned to look at Westfield, who was still standing there paralyzed with fear.
"I think I'll keep you alive. You're a geneticist, right? You probably know more about people like me than you lead Luthor to believe. That's how I still have all my abilities."
"Yes. I am familiar with metahumans."
"Good. You're going to help me find them. What city are we in?"
"Metropolis."
"Metropolis. A big city like this must have plenty of…metahumans. With abilities that are mine for the taking. Come on, let's start the treasure hunt."
Chloe was worried about Gabriel. He had hardly shown any emotion since he was told off by that red-haired bimbo. Finally, she worked up the nerve to ask him how he was feeling.
"So are you alright? That chick must have ice in her veins to speak to you like that."
"She didn't mean a word of it."
"Huh?"
"It took me a minute to figure out, but it's obvious now. She was just following Luthor's orders and keeping us out of their way."
Talk about being in denial.
"I'm sure you're right, Gabriel."
"I am. Now let's go to the side of the building. We may be able to catch their truck before they ship the body somewhere else."
Clark, wasting no time, ran there with superspeed. He was in no way prepared for what he saw. Three men were frozen solid. Three other men had bullets in their heads. But the most horrific sight struck him like a punch in the gut. Lex Luthor, a man he once called friend and deep down still cared for, was lying on the ground with his head completely open. He was surprised when he began to shed tears. The other three members of the group caught up and gasped at what they saw.
"Oh my God. What happened?"
"It was Sylar, Chloe. Sylar did this."
Peter became enraged. The psychopath he thought was gone forever was alive again and killing innocent people once more. He was so angry that he did no even notice that his hands began to glow.