(AN: There is a huge battle between Sylar & Peter coming up & unlike in Heroes, I hope to describe it in great detail. One major complaint & fault of the show was not showing 90 percent of their power struggles. I used both music & scenes of other sources all viewable on youtube to visualize what went on. Some of the abilities are based on some powers you can find in Final Fantasy video games.

Music list: Shout by Gregorian Chant/Final Fantasy 15 Apocalypse Ultima, by Vendetta Soundtracks/Final Fantasy 15 OST Apocalypse Noctis Dramatic (awesome) by Rentasan Semasa

Ability list Sylar: energy arc ability is based on Quickenings in Final Fantasy 12 Fran's Whip Kick while the water ability is based on Balthier's Tides Of Fate but without Balthier's whistle to summon it.

Ability list Peter: rods of light ability is also based on Quickenings in Final Fantasy 12 & is a mix of Lady Ashe's Northswain's Glow & Heaven's Wrath (depends how strongly he does it, Heaven's Wrath is the stronger version) while ice shards ability is based on Fran's Shatterheart.

Also the uppercut punch Sylar does to Peter is based on Zach Quinto's actual character attack on Benedict Cumberbatch from Star Trek Into Darkness.

Sorry. Normally I put these at the bottom, but since this is read, it might be better to have the visuals first.)

(25) Apocalypse Rising

"Dad!" Claire gasped after a moment of the three of them glaring at each other. "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Noah smiled at her. "Congratulations, Claire. You've finally found the long lost Sylar."

"Dad, it's not him!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm from a different timeline," Sylar said. "I'm not your Sylar."

"You're still Sylar though."

"Yeah, no," Sylar said. "Not quite what you're looking for."

Claire looked at Sylar. "Gabriel," She finally used his proper name. "I swear I came alone!"

"I heard you earlier," Sylar said. "You didn't lie, Claire."

"So," Noah Bennet looked at Sylar. "Israel. How long did you think you could hide here until one of us found you?"

"Five thousand years," Sylar replied.

"That long?" Noah quipped, almost mocking.

"He's not lying Dad," Claire said. "We all have to avoid each other for five thousand years." She shared a nervous glance with Sylar, both silently hoping their son would stay mad long enough to hide in his room for a while.

"Unfortunately, you'll be long dead, gone & probably forgotten by then," Sylar smiled. "Considering your age, I doubt you have much more than twenty five years to go, if that." He paused for a moment. "Unlike Claire, or me."

"Sylar," Claire shot him a look, now using the name when he was in trouble with her.

"Ooh & we're back to that," Sylar grinned.

"Some things about you just don't change," Claire groaned. "You'll always be an asshole."

"I try to be."

"Claire, why are you here with him?" Noah asked his daughter. "Of all people!"

"I just dropped off his dog," answered Claire. "I'm not staying." She stepped out onto the porch & made as if to leave.

Noah grabbed her arm. "There's a lot more going on than just a dog. I know about your son, Claire."

"Dad," Claire turned to him. "Just leave it alone! We should go. Now!"

But Noah didn't let go. "You & Sylar?! How long has this been going on?"

"It hasn't even started yet," Sylar replied. Noah glared at him. Sylar crossed his arms. "I'm from five thousand years in the future. I'm not your Sylar!"

Noah thought that over for a moment. "Peter mentioned something about that a long time ago. Said he got rid of you by putting you into the future."

"My son & I are both from the future," Sylar said. "Blame Peter for that one."

"Your son," Noah reiterated. "The one you'll have with my daughter?"

"Yup & there's nothing you can do about it!" Sylar laughed. Claire rolled her eyes. Noah launched himself at Sylar's throat. Sylar grabbed him with his force power & threw him down the full length of the hall. "Don't forget who made me, Bennet!" He declared as he slowly advanced on him. "If it weren't for you, I would have never become the killer America fears. I had given it up until you sent Elle into my home."

"GABRIEL! DAD!" Claire ran inside & put herself between them. "Stop it! Both of you!"

"Out of my way, Claire!" Sylar pushed her aside with his ability & moved forward once more. Noah felt himself being lifted up by the force & thrown into the nearest chair.

Still pressed against the wall unable to move, Claire growled through gritted teeth, "OH COME ON!"

Sylar ignored her. "There are two men in my life I really want to make suffer. One because I hate him for simply existing & the other because of what he did to me!" He glared at Noah. Suddenly he jumped forward & put both hands on either side of the chair as he leaned forward up close & personal. "That would be you!"

Aviv started barking, trapped inside Noah Gray's room with him. "We're not going down stairs," Noah told the dog. Aviv stopped for a moment as both heard yelling & a thud. "Dad's still upset & quite frankly, so am I." He lay back on his mattress. Aviv barked again. "Shut up!" Aviv put his head down. "Come here. Come on!" He made the dog lie down on the mattress next to him.

Aviv only obeyed for a moment before he ran to the window & started barking again. Noah groaned. "Aviv!" He sat up just in time to see something hit his window. He went to open it & stared down in surprise. "Uncle Luke? What are you doing here?"

"There you are!" Luke dropped the next handful of pebbles he was about to throw. "I've been calling you like crazy."

"Dad confiscated my phone," Noah said.

"Oh," Luke rubbed his brow for a moment. "That mad huh?"

"Yeah," Noah said. "He's throwing things around right now."

"Actually he's throwing your grandfather around right now," Luke said.

"What?"

"I've been trying to warn you that Noah Bennet found out about you," Luke said. "I got here just in time."

"MY GRANDFATHER IS HERE?" Noah exclaimed excitedly before disappearing from the window.

"No no no no WAIT! Ohh!" Luke groaned. He glanced around & then went to the back door, hoping to sneak in & catch his nephew before Noah Bennet did.

"Dad! Stop! Don't hurt him!" Noah cleared the stairs in two jumps down & dashed into the living room. Without being touched, he was slammed against the wall by Sylar's force power & held firm next to his mother.

"Why didn't you stay in your room, boy?" Sylar snapped at him. There was a loud scream from the back hall. "Now what?" Sylar looked around.

"GABRIEL!" Someone was yelling from just outside the back door. "GABRIEL HELP!"

"I swear if this is a trick, I'll kill whoever you are!" Sylar stomped forward. "I don't have time for this right now!" He stayed within the hall, still holding onto his son, his father-in-law & his bride-to-be by power alone. "Who are you & what do you w—okay that's a bit big!"

The three captives exchanged confused looks.

"What the hell is it?" the intruder asked.

"It's a camel spider," Sylar answered. "They can bite. Not lethal but it hurts. Now who are y—oh my God, don't let the thing inside! AVIV? Where is that dog when I need him?"

"Why can't you just use that telekinetic power on it?"

"Because I'm busy using it trying to hold my family together," Sylar snapped. "Now who are you?"

"Gabriel, it's me, Luke!"

There was a long moment of silence. Claire & Noah Gray went crashing to the floor the moment the force power left them as Sylar used it to flick the camel spider back outside, pull Luke in & close the door with an ominous bang all within a mater of seconds. "Luke?" Sylar stared at him. "Luke Campbell?"

"Yeah," Luke gasped. "It's me. You're brother."

"Half," Sylar corrected. "Why didn't you use your own power on that bug?"

"Didn't think of it," Luke shrugged. "Never seen one before & it absolutely terrified me!"

"They are a bit of a nuisance," Sylar agreed. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been trying to warn your son," Luke said. "I heard Noah Bennet took off for Israel. But you took your son's phone away."

"He's grounded for over a year," Sylar said. He went back to the living room with Luke close behind to find Claire & his son standing over the old man. "Bennet's already here."

Luke took a long low breath before asking in as calm a voice as he could, "What are you going to do?"

"I might have to kill him," Sylar said, enjoying the startled look in Noah Bennet's eyes.

"Dad you said you were done murdering people!"

"He knows about you now though," Sylar said. "I can't have him taking you away & screwing you up like what he did to me! You have no idea what this monster did to me! I have to protect you."

"If he was that bad, why did you leave him alive in the first place, all those years ago?"

"I only kept him alive for her sake," Sylar looked at Claire for a moment. "I had already killed too many of her family & above all, I didn't want to hurt her any more." Sylar stepped closer to Noah Bennet & looked at his son. "But you are far more important than any one else in my life." He focused once more on the man who had made him a monster. Slowly, he felt his hand raise.

"Dad!" Noah stepped in front of his grandfather. "Stop!"

"Come on, Noah!" Sylar glared at his son. "Get out of the way!"

"No," Noah stated simply. "You told me the only one you're after is Peter. You told me apart from him, it ended with me. Well here I am!"

"You don't know what this man has done," Sylar said. "What he's capable of! He is worse than I am. Bagging & tagging people with abilities."

"It's been ages since I've done that," Noah Bennet finally spoke. "I don't work for any Company any more. I haven't gone after any one with abilities in a very long time. I just came here to get Claire."

"You're asking me to believe you're not the least bit curious about a son of Sylar?" asked Sylar rhetorically. "Wouldn't you want to know if he ended up anything like me? Study him? Pick him apart & then put back together as your new pet blood hound like what you did to me? Really?"

"Of course I'm a bit curious about your son!" Noah Bennet declared. "But even if I did want to do any of that, which I DON'T, I can't. I'm alone now & have been for probably about as long as your son has been alive!" They glared at each other. "Am I lying, Gabriel? You have a lie detecting ability. Use it!"

"I will not be dictated to in my own home," Sylar replied coldly. "Least of all by the likes of you!" He swiped his finger sideways & pushed his son & Claire away.

Luke went to Noah Gray's side & helped him up. "I do believe he really is going to kill your grandfather," he whispered.

"We gotta stop him."

"I'll distract him," Luke lifted his hand & let the hot waves fly. Sylar yelped & stepped back a bit.

"Dad," Noah stood between his father & grandfather once more. "This fighting in our family has got to stop!"

"We're all on the same side," Luke tried.

"Shut up, Luke," Sylar snapped at him. "You can die remember?"

"Always with the death threats," Luke muttered. "We are all here for your son, Gabriel!"

"Exactly," Sylar said. "But not a single one of you is going to get him!"

"We're not here to take him," Luke said. His eyes surveyed his older brother. He saw the arm still raised in Noah Bennet's direction. Sylar was looking away from Luke, watching his son. Luke launched himself at Sylar's outstretched hand but it suddenly swung around to cut him down instead.

Whatever happened next, happened too fast for any one to know what came first.

Luke felt a cutting pain in his shoulder & he dropped to his knees to avoid the slicing power further. He heard a loud bang a moment after he heard Noah Gray's voice & Claire's scream.

"Dad no!"

Sylar spun around & hit the wall. Blood poured from his side for a moment. All eyes turned to Noah Gray, standing there, holding up a golden gun with both hands. It was smoking. Dead silence followed for over a minute, broken only by a small clicking sound as the bullet fell from Sylar's side while he healed.

"Noah!" Claire gasped. "What did you just DO?!"

"Aw hell no," Luke finally breathed as the shock slowly left him. He clutched his shoulder with one hand. The wound was superficial but it hurt & unlike Sylar's, his was still bleeding. Noah had just shot his own father!

"Well well Noah," Sylar finally spoke in an almost purring voice. "You just lost yourself a lover."

"I'll deal with that later," Noah said, letting a single tear escape. "Right now I'm trying to gain my entire family back."

Sylar leaned back against the wall. "Oh is that all you're trying to do?"

'Dad, you almost just lost control twice today," Noah went on. "You've also just threatened Jason. Again. Don't think I didn't notice all the other subtleties concerning Jason's mortal life, yet you told me you won't kill him or anyone else besides Peter. You promised!"

"Gabriel, you're turning your own son against you," Noah Bennet said.

"I am NOT turning against him!" Noah kept his tearful eyes on his father, still clutching the gun. "I just want him to calm down. I don't want anyone dying today! I can shoot him all I like anyway. He can't die. Who cares?"

"Thanks, Noah," Sylar muttered.

"You're getting rusty Gabriel," Luke said. "Usually you catch the bullets & fling them back. You really are an old man now."

"Shut up Luke," Sylar ordered for the second time.

"Did I lie?" Luke asked. Sylar wisely didn't answer. Luke had outgrown that stage a long time ago.

Sylar shared a look with Claire. "Brothers!" He complained. "You should know. You have three." Claire slightly rolled her eyes before turning to Noah still brandishing the gun.

"Noah," Claire slowly moved forward. "Put the gun down! You don't want to turn into a killer."

"Oh right, like how literally every single one of my family are all murderers?" Noah snapped. "I'm amazed I haven't started yet."

"Gabriel took you away from all that," said Noah Bennet. "He did right by you."

"Did I?" Sylar returned. "He's right. We are all killers. Noah's the only one with any sense to make it legal by joining the military. He'll be a patriot instead of a murderer like the rest of us!" Noah was about to say something but he looked beyond his father at someone else who had just let themselves in.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Sylar didn't even have to look to know who it was. "I'd recognize that voice out of the depths of hell if I had to!" He whirled around. "PETER!"

"S'Emek (Fuck)!" Noah swore loudly in Hebrew, slapping one hand to his forehead in surprise for a moment.

In that moment, the gun was ripped from his hands. Sylar snatched it & shot Peter in the chest. "How DARE you come into my house?!" Sylar forgot about everyone else. Peter dived into the hall as Sylar shot at him some more until the gun was emptied. Three more bullets penetrated Peter, two in the back & one in the shoulder. His regen soon pushed them out.

Noah stood there, shaking hands still held high in the air, muttering in Hebrew. Claire put one arm around him. "It's okay. It's alright! Let's get my Dad & Luke out of here while Sylar's distracted."

Noah looked at her. "Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse!" He panted. "Why the hell is Uncle Peter here?"

"I don't know," Claire said.

"But he has Claire's power," Noah Bennet stood up. "He should be alright for a bit. Luke? Let's get out now! How did you get here?"

"I hired a driver," Luke said.

"Same here," Noah Bennet replied.

"Am I the only one around here who knows how to rent cars?" Claire asked in exasperation. "I parked mine on the side of the road." She tossed the keys to her father. "You & Luke get out of here."

"You're coming with me."

"No," Claire replied. "I can't die. I'll help Noah try to stop those two from tearing the place apart."

By now, Sylar & Peter were outside on the grass. Sylar had Peter down, punching every inch he could reach. With a yell of rage, Sylar slammed one fist under Peter's jaw in a hard uppercut, shattering it for a while. Peter put both hands into Sylar's hair & rolled them over. Blood flew from both of them as the regen barely had time to heal one wound on each other before they opened up more.

"But you're trying to kill Peter too," Noah Gray pointed out. "I kind of don't want you here right now."

Claire stared at him. "I...no, I won't bother with Peter right now. It's more important to get your father to calm down before he reverts back to his past self."

"I can drive her to the airport in my car later," Noah told his grandfather as they went outside. "Now both of you get out of here!"

Noah Bennet nodded & hurried down the driveway on the side of the property towards the car, with Luke close behind. Claire was already starting towards Peter & Sylar to try separating them but by now, the two arch enemies had resorted to abilities & Sylar had a lot of surprises in store for Peter. They both shot up to the sky, exchanging fire, electricity & ice before crashing down in a ball of nuclear fire power right through the garage.

Noah blinked. "That's another car Dad owes me." He watched the fiery mess collapse over his car & Sylar's motorbike still inside. The whole thing exploded as the fighting pair rose up once more & streaked away in the air, still fighting furiously. "Oh no! They over Haifa!"

"We've got to find a way to stop them," Claire said.

Noah thought hard, watching the display of powers in the sky. It was so vibrant between them that they were starting to cause clouds around them. "I have an idea, but I'm going to need some help."

Peter broke away from Sylar & flew upwards before spinning quickly to drop long ice shards into Sylar, encasing him in ice. It shattered around Sylar & bits of ice sprinkled down to the dry, thirsty desert.

Sylar slammed into Peter as one shard of ice went through him. He hung on, absorbing that ability & then pulled away, flying higher. He dropped his own sharper icicles down. Peter spun sideways to avoid getting speared. Sylar then used his fire to melt the long icicle still sticking in him, then dived once more for Peter. He grabbed on by force & threw Peter down.

They crashed through the streets of Haifa, neither carrying about exposing abilities any more. Neither watched where they were going. The world no longer existed to them. The only thing that mattered was their hate for each other & causing the other as much pain as possible.

Sylar twice tapped the right toe of his boot on the ground then jumped upwards. He flipped back & forth a few times, kicking down arcs of energy before landing on all fours for a moment. He then spun in a backflip & the combined arcs merged & shot down the street, clearing everything in its path. Peter's eyes went wide as he was caught up in it & found himself being tossed back as if trapped on a wave.

He came to rest in a parking lot & slowly picked himself up. Looking around, he couldn't see Sylar anywhere. Suddenly, he was picked up & thrown into the curb, smashing his face & hands on the edge. He held his injuries protectively while they healed. Something picked him up again & threw him sideways. Peter had no time to heal. He jumped up & ran into a narrow alley. Looking back he could see a large eagle, screaming in anger & flapping its wings. It lifted up & circled the area. Peter pulled out his phone, took a picture then asked Google to search for the creature. It was a Harpy eagle.

"Google, are Harpy eagles native to Israel?"

"Negative. They are native to Central America. Also known as Royal eagles or—"

"Google end search," Peter said. "That's Sylar!"

"Sylar is an alias of Gabriel Gray, a known serial killer in the United States. Whereabouts are currently unkn—"

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!" Peter snapped the phone shut & put it away. He ran down the alley into the next street. The eagle circled once more, then folded its wings & began to dive. Peter flew up to meet him. Having a bit more sense & morality than Sylar, Peter knew they had to keep the fight out of the cities. He moved higher & towards the open desert land, leading the bird away before allowing it to get close enough to grab him.

The talons dug into him, one piercing through his ribs. The pain made it almost impossible to think. Peter used the energy arc power to pushing himself away, having absorbed it from Sylar. He wasn't able to complete the full attack & wasn't really planning to anyway. He just needed to get his body off that sharp talon & heal.

He resorted to an offensive, letting loose several abilities at once to push Sylar back. Peter needed a chance to heal. Sylar caught the attacks with his own force power, sending back sheets of ice, meeting fire with fire & throwing out a few of his own powers as well. The mix of heat & cold started to form clouds around them.

They moved in close, fighting in hand to hand combat while still in the air, using the flight ability both had absorbed from Nathan years ago. Both bled enough to cause puddles of red to form on the desert sand far below. The next moment, they were springing away from each other to have room to hurl more powers across the sky.

Peter raised one hand & flicked his fingers upwards, pulling rods of light from the ground. They came up around Sylar & exploded one after the other, knocking him down a little. Peter swooped higher & performed the ability again in quick succession, making it stronger than before. Now the rods pierced through Sylar before exploding, ripping Sylar's body apart. Sylar plummeted for a bit until the regen kicked in before zooming back towards Peter.

Again, they came together for another round of physical contact as they pounded each other, before moving back for another volley of powers. They did that several times as they zoomed back & forth over Israeli skies, causing the clouds to darken & eventually rain over most of Israel.

They came together once more, flying into each other. Like a meteor, they dropped from the sky while they grappled with each other. Sylar activated his flight ability but Peter hung on. Both dropped into Jerusalem & slammed through the entire length of the Via Dolorosa, ripping it up from the ground from one end to another, sending pilgrims scattering like sheep without a shepherd. The path went right through the Damascus Gate & took out half the bus station situated there as well. They landed in a heap in the garden with Sylar on top. He punched Peter again before suddenly realizing where they are.

"Perfect," Sylar complained. "We probably pissed off every single Abrahamic religion right about now." He got up, holding Peter by his force power clutching the throat. Peter gasped for air & tried to pull the invisible feeling of a hand away. "Do you know what this place is called today?" Sylar asked as he slowly circled Peter. "Skull Hill." Peter managed to move his head to look at the rock face that resembled a skull. "A lot of legends about what went on here about two thousand years ago."

"...Oh no..." Peter murmured to himself, recognizing Golgotha & the small Catholic chapel sitting on top. He had a feeling of what Sylar was going to do to him.

"Oh yes," Sylar purred. He flicked up his fingers. The telekinetic force lifted Peter up & slammed him into the cliff several feet away from Sylar. With his free hand, Sylar cracked part of a large boulder off into pieces & hurled the spikes at Peter, partially crucifying him at last after so many years of waiting to return the favor.

Peter screamed in pain as he tried to focus on his own force. He switched from trying to fight Sylar off, to pulling out the stone spikes from his wrists. One spun off & struck Sylar in the shoulder. He fell back from the blow which gave Peter time to unhook his other hand. "Come get me!" Peter shot to the air, leading Sylar away. They disappeared into the clouds once more, fighting furiously. Sylar pulled the clouds around him & let loose a wave that crashed over Peter, pushing him back before spilling to the hot sand far below.

Their battle was so intense that even warring factions stopped to gaze up at the darkening sky, exploding in various colors of physical phenomena, streaks of light & sound; or bow down to the ground in fearful prayers.

Peter pulled away & was able to get the full energy arc out but Sylar did the same thing & the two powers collided with a crash between them.

The energy from their abilities was beginning to excite the Iron Dome & it twisted back & forth between them, perceiving both as a possible threat but not understanding what was happening. Sylar grinned wickedly as he shot a ball of nuclear power at Peter. It had the desired effect. The Iron Dome latched on to the nuclear strike & let off its first volley at Peter. Recognizing the sound of the Dome as it picked a target & prepared to launch, Sylar flew back to avoid the interceptor missiles. Peter fell for the trap, moving forward after Sylar.

Peter's eyes went wide as one missile shot up between them while another landed squarely in his chest. He dived to avoid it but the thing exploded in an instant. He didn't remember hitting the ground. He could feel only half his body while the other half had to rebuild itself. He knew he would be fine, but it hurt being half a body. His only hope was that he would heal enough before Sylar found him. It was a slow process & that first large gasp of air felt both fantastic & excruciating & at the same time, it did little for him since it was hot, muggy & sandy. He rolled over in his own blood, choking as rain poured down. He got to his knees just as Sylar landed in front of him. Peter wearily looked up at him. Sylar just grinned, holding up both hands & in an instant, his palms glowed blue with electric balls. Peter stood up, then wished he hadn't as he realized why Sylar was holding back & smiling at him. Apart from half a jacket, Peter was now dressing in nothing but his birthday suit.

"Damn it," Peter dropped to his knees again.

"You're out of your league Petrelli!" Sylar taunted. "I knew the Iron Dome was revving up."

"The Iron Dome?"

"You don't even know?" Sylar raised a brow. "Israel protects herself! They're prepared for anything. We've pushed the war back just behind the borders. It's mostly in the Golan Heights now. You're fighting in the Holy Land, Peter!" He tossed one of the blue balls into the puddle of blood & water.

Peter yelped at the jolts going through his half-new body. "Come on Sylar!" He tried to hold his half-jacket better around himself, shooting a short glare at the slightly torn black jeans Sylar still had. "Can you at least wait until I figure out how to get dressed?"

"I don't care!" Sylar threw his own shirt aside, ripped up by Peter's ice, then slammed his body into Peter & both went rolling in the sand. Sylar landed on top. "I've missed you Peter." He punched Peter hard across the face. "I can't kill you right now, but I can bury you." He grabbed Peter by the hair & yanked him forward so that he was sitting up under Sylar.

Peter reached out to put his hands around Sylar's throat. "I'd like to see you try!" He snarled a moment before he disappeared.

Sylar blinked & felt around. But he couldn't even feel Peter. "What did you do?" He demanded harshly as he pounded around in the sand with both fists. Even invisible, he should be able to at least feel Peter under him, but it was empty space. He was alone save for a few scarab beetles scuttling away in the sand. He stood up, turning around to look in all directions. "Where are you?" But he was alone, suddenly & inexplicably. He began moving forward, systematically scanning for his prey, but he only succeeded in annoying the beetles who buzzed off.

No, wait. Only one took off. The others didn't care. Sylar understood too late what had happened. Letting out a scream of rage, he shifted to his Kestral & lifted up on the currents under his wings. On one side, he could see a large expanse of water, the Mediterranean. On the other side & slightly below him, he could see the Sea of Galilee. The beetle had flown in that direction so Sylar dived after it.

Sylar landed on the outskirts of Tiberias, the closest city from where he had last pinned Peter for such a sweet moment. He walked into the streets, knowing Peter was probably headed here as well most likely looking for a fresh change of clothes.

"Rabbi Gray, what are you doing here?"

Sylar whirled around. "Yacov? Nothing, not yet."

"Peter Petrelli is here in Israel," Yacov said. "That can't be nothing to you. I know your history with him. You two made quite a mess in Haifa & now these electric storms all over the country. Everyone's out looking for either one of you."

Sylar looked down the street towards a group of Arabian horses. "Peter came into my home outside of Haifa."

"Where is he now?"

"I'm looking for him."

Yacov slowly moved towards Sylar. "You brought him here?"

Sylar turned sharply to him, pinning him against the wall with his force power. "He came here on his own to get away from me!"

"Gabriel, let go please."

"Have you seen Peter?" Sylar ignored him.

"No," Yacov answered. "Now let go, or you'll wish you had."

Sylar stared at him. "You're threatening ME?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Yacov let his own power loose. The air warbled & Sylar's invisible force grip shifted from Yacov to a car without his consent. Yacov kept his distortion wave up. So long as he could keep Sylar in its wake, he would be safe. "Gabriel, let me help you with Peter," Yacov said softly. "You can't continue to fight him like this. Haifa is damaged because of the two of you. I'm not even going to get into the mess you made in the holy grounds around Jerusalem. I won't let either of you rip up Tiberias as well."

Sylar moved back. "Stay away from me Yacov. I don't want to hurt you but I can't make any promises right now. Not with Peter here." He turned & ran down the street away from the wave so his powers could right themselves.

"Gabriel!" Yacov ran after him.

Peter landed on the sleeve of a shirt hanging on the line. After a careful look around, he shifted from a scarab beetle back to himself & nicked a few of the clothes. "Sorry to whoever owns them. I'll bring them back later. What is this anyway?" He held up some sort of white clothing he didn't know was called a kittel. "Might as well look the part." It took a while but he was soon wearing the white kittel over simple jeans & a shirt.

Peter hurried out into the street. Some people slightly bowed to him as he passed, a few even murmured 'rabbi' to him. Peter let them go. "Uh mazel tov," he said under breath. It was about the only Hebrew he knew. He suddenly looked wildly around as he heard someone call out Sylar's christian name. He saw a man running towards him. "Hey!" Peter stepped into the man's path.

"Sorry, Sir," Yacov pulled away & slightly bowed. "I'm looking for a friend of mine."

"Have you seen Sylar?"

Yacov glanced over Peter. The striking scar on Peter's face clued Yacov in. His first thought was why the hell was Peter wearing a sacred garment but he had bigger things to worry about right now. "You're Peter Petrelli, aren't you?"

"Yes I am," Peter admitted. "Now where's Sylar?"

"I don't know," Yacov said. "But even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." he turned to leave.

Peter grabbed his arm. "It isn't what you think."

"You're here to kill him."

"No," Peter said. "Believe it or not, I'm here to help him."

"You've been fighting him all over the country today!"

"Mostly defence," Peter said. "I don't want him dead."

"I find that hard to believe," Yacov retorted. "Everyone knows the hate between you two."

"Well yes & no," Peter said. "If he isn't a father, I would kill him. But since he has a son, I don't want him dead."

Yacov stopped struggling to get away. "You know about his son?"

"This might be hard for you to believe," Peter began. "But I met his son in a different timeline & there, Gabriel & I were friends."

"I have magic," Yacov said. "I used to have my own Kabbalist group. You Americans call it abilities. I don't find it hard for you to be in a different timeline. But you & Gabriel being friends?" Yacov paused before stating matter-of-factly, "Bullshit!" He wrenched away at last.

"I'm trying to get him to calm down but he just wants to kill me here," Peter said. "I came to Israel to check up on Noah. I didn't plan to go into the house but I heard a gun go off & I saw Noah with a gun through the window. So I went in & well, everyone knows what happened next."

"Noah Gray is in the military for two years," Yacov said as they walked past the group of horses milling about. "You should go back to America. Gabriel needs to calm down. WHOA! EASY!"

One black Arabian stallion had reared up, neighing wildly. It lunged forward, squealing in anger as it bit Peter on the arm. Peter clutched the bite. "That's no stallion. That's Sylar!"

"How do you know?"

"Well it hates me for one," Peter said. "But I can see it is an ability. It's him alright!"

The stallion lurched again, breaking part of the fence in an attempt to get out. Yacov pulled Peter back. "Peter, run away. You shouldn't fight him here. GO!" Peter nodded & took off into the air. Yacov turned to the horse, stomping its hooves to make the hole wider. "Easy Rabbi! Easy!" He turned his wave on Sylar so he could not shift back or use his other powers so easily. Sylar resorted to using brute strength to bust out of the pen. Yacov could throw off his powers, but he could not stop a large animal from simply charging him down. Sylar plowed on through & ran after Peter. He galloped through the city, ending up on the shores of Galilee. He paused for a drink since this sea was fresh water.

Peter landed a ways from him. "Give it up Sylar!"

Sylar turned around to face him. He stamped all four hooves into the sand before rearing up, engulfed in flames. Lunging forward on his front hooves, he sent the flames forward in a ridge of heat. Peter flew to the air to get over it. He landed & shifted to a reddish brown Arabian before charging into the black one. Both rolled over into the water. They stood up in the shallows as men, gasping for air. Sylar took advantage of Peter's moment of inattention & jumped on him. They scuffled in the shallow waves for a bit. Sylar pinned Peter to the shoreline, letting the waves crash over his head. Peter struggled to breathe & was unable to fight Sylar off any longer.

"I'm going to kill you Peter!" Sylar snarled in his ear. He let the next wave come & go. "Not now, but in five thousand years. I need you for something. But in the meantime," Another wave lapped in & out. "I'm going to bury you. Shove something into that spot & take you out for now." He sunk his fingers into Peter's hair & raised his free hand, holding a small knife. He was in the process of bringing it down to plunge into the back of Peter's neck, when suddenly, his grip loosened from Peter's hair, the knife dropped & he keeled over.

Peter wriggled free from Sylar's wet weight partially lying on him & slowly sat up in the waves. "Sylar?" He leaned over for a better look. Sylar's eyes were half closed & glazed over & he had a wound in his chest. It was plugged with something so it couldn't heal just yet. Peter gave him a shove but he didn't move.

Sylar seemed dead.