Part II: A new light, a new purpose.

Sylar lifted his head slightly off the ground and saw that she had replaced his bloody bandages with new ones and that he was laying underneath a clean towel. He just laid there with no desire to get himself up again. Sylar was a little humiliated for "losing" to a little girl. Plus he didn't want to go unconscious by opening his wound again. When you're around strangers, it just feels more safe being conscious.

"So, how am I alive anyways?" asked Sylar, staring expressionless at the ceiling. No answer. "I can hear your heartbeat, I know you're there."

The young girl stepped from the shadows once again.

"Well since you claim to remember everything, you know you suffered a mortal sword wound; in other words you died," the young girl explained.

Sylar continued to stare at the ceiling without uttering a word. The young girl continued.

"You've probably been wondering if I had a power- you sure like those don't you?"

Again, no word from Sylar.

"Well I'll tell you right now, I can bring back people from the dead. A power like this certainly wouldn't do you any good. Plus I can't use it out of the blue or at any time. I need a strong connection or a strong reason in order to use it."

"Sounds like an excuse for being too weak to control your powers," said Sylar.

"It very well could mean that, but just be thankful I was able to revive you," replied the young girl.

Another awkward pause.

"…I hate you," said Sylar and went back to emotionless staring.

"Why? Because I saved you?" replied the young girl. No response. "…I understand," she said and walked towards Sylar and sat down next to him. "If you want to know, you are significant- you are important and that's why we need you."

Deep down Sylar was happy to hear someone tell him that, but he hid it well from his savior. He didn't give a hint on how he had already dropped his guard; she had nothing to worry about. He was quite relaxed at the moment.

"By the way, my name is Sparrow, Sparrow Redhouse, but just call me Sparrow," said the young girl in her attempt to break the ice.

"My name- just call me Sylar," said Sylar, accidentally indicating the acceptance of her hospitality.

"Don't worry, I know your name. You don't have to tell me. But it is a nice name, not everyone is named after an angel, ya' know?" said Sparrow with a change of tone. No response. "Sorry, but yes, I'll call you Sylar as everyone knows you as." Yet another awkward moment of silence followed.

"Heehee, well the scary part is over now. You passed; I can trust you now," said Sparrow cheerily.

"…What are you talking about?" asked Sylar.

"Well you see, I asked the Haitian to go out and get the groceries, meaning he was gone and you could have gotten up and used your powers to kill me," answered Sparrow with a smile.

"Oh…" said Sylar, his thoughts now all mixed up.

"No sorry, I didn't mean to trick you like that. It was just a way to determine what you were thinking; we don't have a mind-reader with us. But this proves that powers and brains aren't the only things you think about all the time- and I'm glad to know that."

"Smart…" said Sylar, "You don't see too many of those these days."

"Why thank you…Well ok let's eat up, I'm sure you're hungry. I think that wound will be ok now; you seem to heal pretty fast and it's been over a day already." The crackling noise of oil and food could be heard from the wok the Haitian was cooking in. "Just wait a few minutes, the Haitian whips up some great stuff using stir-fry."

"Is it better than brains?" said Sylar.

"Huh? What?" asked Sparrow doing a double take.

"Huh, what? I didn't say anything. Crazy kids…" said Sylar.

After a couple of minutes, the food was done.

"Kay, it's all ready now," said Sparrow.

As they ate, Sylar couldn't help but ask questions. He was curious about the fate these two had planned for him. At least it eliminated the constant silences.

"Alright… What is it that you need me for? I can't possibly imagine someone taking the trouble to subdue me and not kill me," inquired Sylar as he set his plate down on the floor next to him.

"We need you because you are powerful, and smart. You also have a good record of getting things done. Plus, Peter Petrelli is unavailable at the moment," said Sparrow.

"Peter Petrelli is not dead? Interesting… I'll take care of that later on…" said Sylar in a low voice.

"What was that?" asked Sparrow.

"Er… nothing, continue. Tell me what needs to be done."

"Well, to make it plain and simple, we need you to stop someone who is putting the whole world in danger."

"How cliché is that? …So you want me to save the world?"

"Exactly; you'll be doing something good- hopefully you don't mind."

"No not at all…but what's in it for me?"

"Your life and liberty."

Sylar gave a look of discomfort. "…You can't be serious?"

"I'm sorry, but it's true, I mean you should have been dead after all."

"So if I don't accept you'll kill me? You really think you can do that now?" said Sylar with his voice rising.

"You won't be able to defend yourself effectively if the Haitian negates your powers… but I don't want to consider this option. Please, just do it. I can't allow you to live if you were brought back to life only to claim more innocent lives."

"And how can I trust you that you'll actually let me go? For all I know, you could just use me and kill me afterwards anyways."

"That's why…" Sparrow paused.

"…That's why what?" asked Sylar.

"I can tell you after you accept. But I told you, I don't want to hurt you and I meant it."

"…"

"So do you accept?"

"… I guess I have no choice after all."

Sparrow gave a small frown. "Don't worry, it isn't really that bad. I mean if you do succeed, it'll be like making up for the murders you did."

"I never said I sought redemption."

"And I never said you did, I'm just saying."

"Well ok, whatever, you still haven't told me what I had to do or what I'm up against."

"Ok, this might be hard to swallow, but I'm sure you'll get it," Sparrow gave a deep sigh, "ok, we need you to take down an evil geneticist who has plans that could endanger our very way of life. Get this, he's actually abducting people with powers like us and breeding them, trying to create and harness the most powerful beings and using them to meet his demands."

"…so what you're saying is he's pretty much using them as lab rats?"

"…Exactly; it's even worse than what you were doing."

"I see…" Sylar gave a brief pause. This is oddly similar…Another pursuer of evolution?

"Hmm?" asked Sparrow.

"No, nothings wrong."

"Obviously something is wrong, I didn't even ask you if there was something wrong… So what's wrong?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Hmmph. Ok, then. We'll have to prepare everything tonight. Your destination is in the Bermuda Triangle; that's where he's located. We'll need to get moving soon."

"Hmm an interesting place. Now, how am I going to get there?"

"Luckily, we have something from the company that w-"

"You worked for someone?" asked Sylar.

"Well I did. We had the same goals, but they wanted to use you and then 'study' you afterwards."

"And what's wrong with that?" asked Sylar, "seems perfectly logical to me. I see no reason why you'd go out of your way to save me."

"…that's no different than what he's doing to the abducted people."

"Whatever you say," said Sylar with a hint of sarcasm. "Well so how am I going to get there?"

"As I was saying before, we've stolen unreleased technology from the company. It's a personal submarine that even the U.S. military can't compete with; it was built with the assistance of someone who can manipulate technology. Using these sewers, you'll be able to come out of the Hudson River which will lead you to the ocean. From there, you'll be able to safely arrive at your destination."

"How convenient… Ok. Good. I can go anytime," said Sylar.

"Well we needed it to escape the company. Anyhow you're not going alone; I'm sending the Haitian with you."

"Why? You don't trust me?" asked Sylar, lifting an eyebrow.

"You can't drive one of these, not a lot of people know how," answered Sparrow.

"I can see how things work…" responded Sylar with his low-undertone.

"Oh… that's true, but we want you to stay rested anyway, it won't be easy."

That's not a good reason, thought Sylar. "…Ok, since I don't want to waste time arguing with you anymore, I'll just follow."

"Cool! Oh and take this."

Sparrow handed Sylar a very old cell phone.

"…This is probably the ugliest cell phone I've ever seen," commented Sylar.

"Well it'll get the job done; we only need it so I can talk to you throughout your task. If you have questions during the job, feel free to call me and ask. My number's already saved in there."

"Hmmm… ok," said Sylar has he tucked the phone into his pocket.

Shortly after, the Haitian came in from a dark tunnel and gave Sparrow a nod.

"Ok, it's ready. You can leave. Grab your coat and follow him."

Sylar made a hand gesture towards the direction of his trench-coat still on the rack. Nothing happened.

Sylar gave a sigh.

Sparrow gave the Haitian a nod, indicating that it was safe to allow Sylar to use his telekinesis. A moment later, Sylar motioned his arm forward and pulled it back towards him and his coat flew into his hand.

"See you," said Sylar as he walked towards the Haitian. The two men disappeared into the darkness. As their footsteps began to fade in the distance, Sparrow caught sight of a cockroach and stepped on it.

"There's no need for creatures like you…" whispered Sparrow.