DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, Death Note, Heroes or Savannah and Ashley. Or the Beatles. Or what Alex says about hearing-things, that's from my friend.

Ashley poked Sylar hard.

"Ow." Sylar said. He tried to do that make-object-move trick, but it didn't work. No spark. Literally.

"Were you trying to make something move, Sylar?" Ashley said. You could almost see her twiling car-keys to a Bentley. A chair moved. Ashley looked shock. The chair moved again.

Sylar prayed to god. "God, help me. Please, God."

"What do you need?" Light asked him.

L thought, interesting that Light responded to "God".

"I suspect that Mr. Sylar used to posess the power to move objects, but now Ashley seems to have taken that power." Mohinder nodded to L.

So Ashley poked Mr. Sylar again and again untill he was drained of all power that he tried very hard to obtain by magicaly sawing off the tops of people's heads (long story to people who haven't seen Heroes).

"We have to go to class," Edward told Ashely while she drained Sylar of power.

They had to go to a near by college for phycology class, since their high school didn't have that. Anyways, they were in the hallway, half an hour before class started.

"...Hello," the woman was writing on a green chalboard, back turned to her class (which was ironicly made up of the same people, includng Hiro (ya-ta-guy), Niki/Jessica, and Mohinder. Peter Petreli had gone to Starbucks.

She wrote: "Phyc. 101".

Light thought, What is Santa Claus found the Death Note? The song goes "naughty or nice...". I'm going to write Saint Nicolous's name in the Death Note so he won't murder me.

"Hello. I am Abbey. Abbey Road." The teacher said, passing out a sylibus.

"They were great, weren't they, Edward?" Emmett sighed, "Back in the day... The Beatles were great in concert..."

"No. I hate anything before I met Bella." Edward said.

"Your stupid and blinded by love, Edward," Alex the human spoke normaly, "I have no idea how you can't see Bella as a selfish wh-"

"I doesn't take a genius to notice," Near murmured. That was his first joke in his 6-year, I mean, 16-year existence.

"That was a stupid joke, Near." Savannah scoffed.

Near didn't seem to notice, because he didn't exactly have any emotion.

"Don't you dare insult Nate!" Rosalie yelled.

"How do you know my name?" Near asked her.

"Um..." Rosalie stopped in midair from shredding Savannah.

"Yeah, how the hell did you know?" Mello wondered.

Rosalie tried not to look at Edward.

"Lucky guess?"

"Where did you come from origionaly?" Light asked Mohinder.

"I can tell you, as a monarch butterfly knows what country, state, and road it came from... the art of calling a place home is nature, therefore: natural for both animals and humans alike..." Mohinder ranted.

"But where did you come from origionaly? What country?"

Mohinder took in a deep breath of air to continue, "It's not only human nature that has an established 'home', but nature does. My father had a file on how 'home' connects to 'familiarity', and how that connects to the DNA..."

Light walked away.

"I'm from California," Mohinder called out.

"When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself. I'm told that I see things." Niki/Jessica whispered.

"I used to see things," Alice admitted to Misa.

"Misa sees things too! Misa sees big red numbers and letters!"

"Your alike in many ways, Alice and Misa," Ashely smirked in an un-Ashley-like-way, "Both of you have been strapped and put under suvalence, Alice because you were insane, Misa because your Kira2, and both of you like fashion."

On the other side of the room, Alex was talking to Edward.

"Do you hear things, Edward?" Alex shivered suddenly.

Edward, unable to read Alex's confusing mind, nodded.

"I hear things sometimes... these little fairies talk to me in their screechy voices... they tell me to do things... Do you know what type of things they tell me to do...? Bad things..." Alex's voice volume-wise was low: barely auditable. "Sometimes I don't do what they tell me to do... sometime, I can't resist..." Then, as Edward was listening very closely, Alex screamed as high-pitched as was possible.

Edward jumped.

"Haha! I've always wanted to scare a vampire! That was a great reaction, Edward! I bet L will give me a copy of the security tapes! Youtube Hall of Fame, here I am! Ha ha!"

Rosalie had her head tilted to one side and was looking at Near adoringly.

"Please get away, ." Near said.

"Your so sweet, Near." Rosalie remembered something, "Can I bite you?"

"No."

"When you can live forever... what do you live for?" Rosalie quoted, 'It won't hurt- wait, it will. But the pain won't last too long."

Peter Petrelli walked into the room. He was holding a painting of the future that he just did. Too bad he had just painted the painting, because the painting was dripping paint all over him.

Alice stared.

Alice started vibrating with joy.

"You can see the future too! Oh my god! What did you draw? Wait, I know! I just looked into the future where you showed me the painting!" Peter gave Alice the painting. "Oh yeah..."

The painting was of Peter handing Alice a painting.

"Some superpower, sucker!" Mello threw a chocolate-foil-wrapper at Peter.

Peter became unhappy, and started to glow. Oh no.

"He's going to explode!" Someone screamed.