*Sylar's POV*

"Hello Samuel. My memory is a bit fuzzy, but thanks to you, I was able to find my way back." I threw the compass at him. "No problem." he glared at me, making me smile. "It seems you've collected even more people," I looked around some, seeing the buffet in front of me. "I really do apprise you for that." I looked at him now, seeing him tense. "What? You don't want me now? This is what you wanted!" I threw my hand out, sending him into the trailer, and held him up there. "You don't want to do this! I have plans for you!" I laughed, throwing my head back. "Everyone has plans for me. In fact, that's all anyone has for me." I then got a straight face, glaring. "But I have plans of my own. Where is she?" I all but growled. "Who?"

I tightened my hold on him, making him shut his eyes. "Don't fuck with me right now. I've just spent the past 6 weeks in someone's head, and let me tell you it wasn't exactly a vacation." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "She's not here." I rolled my eyes. "I can't exactly recall everything, but I know she was here!" I lifted my other hand to start slicing his head open. "DOT has her." There was a very distinct nails on a chalk board sound as I tried to slice his head open., only to find it didn't work. I looked at my hand, only to have Samuel use his power and tear me up.

Dieing is getting really old.

*Peter's POV*

"Come on Matt! I know he's here!" I hate this. More so then I care to say. But I have to save Emma. I won't let her be used. Even if that means getting help from the man I hate the most in the world. "Why would he-" I reached out and took his power, then read his mind. "Good, he is here." with that I walked in, going down to the basement, freezing. "What the hell?" I asked, looking over to Matt. "He needs to be taken care of. I'm not going to let him hurt my family again." He said, making me pause some. Then I thought of Emma. "I need him!" I said, walking over to Sylar. "No-Wait! Peter!" I ignored him as I put my hand on Sylar's head, getting into his head.

*Normal POV*

I laid on the wet, moldy ground, chained to the floor crucifix style. They had put four chains in my side, two on each of my sides, hen went from my ribs to the wall, making sure I can't shift. The smell of blood and the howls of pain from others made the Dragon go berserk, making it almost impossible to not transform. I laid like that for days upon days, shaking and bleeding, using everything I had not to fall asleep nor shift.

Fire, all around, making the room hot, was the only light. Flickering and cracking. The only way to keep myself entertained was watching the shadows and light make shapes, but that could only do for so long. Hunger and thirst was always nagging at me, letting me know that I am still alive and in so much pain.

After a week in my own personal hell, the cell door opened. Two men walked in, the two that captured me at the carnival. The one who hit my with the bat was tall, bald and broad, his muscles showing under his sued suite. The other who shocked me, stayed by the cell door, his arm casted and healing bruises on his face from where Gabriel kicked his ass.

"Not so tuff now without your little boyfriend, are ya?" He growled, making the other man roll his eyes as he kneeled down by the chains on my wrists.

"Don't mock her because you are stupid, Adrian. You're the one that messed with Sylar." As he said this, he unlocked my hands, standing and moving to my legs. "If I remember correctly, he wasn't suppose to have his powers Dean!" the one called Dean chuckled some, unlocking my legs then moved to my left side. "I didn't say he didn't have powers. Just that he doesn't have any memory of having them. There is quite obviously a difference."

He put one hand on my stomach and the other on the chain. With a twisted grin, he pulled, making me scream as the chain was ripping from my body. He did them all that way, then grabbed my arm and made me stand. Adrian came over and grabbed my other arm. Since I couldn't walk, they kept me lifted, pulling me out and down the hallway, a trail of blood behind us.

"Where…Are we.. Going?" I spoke for the first time in a week, it coming out raspy and groggy. "Boss wants to see ya." Adrian said, making me think of some gangster movie. I black out for a bit, from the blood loss and pain, but came to when thrown to the floor. I opened my eyes to see it was red velvet carpet I was on. I blinked some and looked up, see a homey looking office. "Your late Katharine." My eyes went wide as I heard that voice.

"Son of a bitch."