Part III: Because evil people have to have their own islands

They sped away through the murky waters of the sewers. It was a comfortable ride with a quiet whirring noise that relaxed the mind. And soon enough, they exited into the Hudson River, surrounded by the urban lights of the city. Various pollutants and trash scaled the waters of the Hudson River; it truly was a filthy river. Eventually, they emptied out into the Atlantic. The Haitian continued to drive the submarine smoothly without a change of mental state. It was quiet and awkward with the silent humming of the engine.

Sylar knew that this man along with Eden were the ones responsible for his capture back in Texas. The man had an interesting power that enabled him to negate the powers of others and as an added bonus, allowed him to erase memories. A very frightening power, but fortunately, as fate had it, Sylar had acquired eidetic memory from a particular redheaded waitress from the same area. Fate… and not just because you're Indian. Fond memories of Suresh. Was it a fine time for personal reflection? There had not been time to process all the events that had happened in such a short time span. Sylar took a deep breath, and closed his eyes with thoughts and questions racing through his mind.

It was certain that those thoughts were not happy ones. The Haitian gave a slight glance towards Sylar, noticing his constant fidgeting which indication of discomfort. But in a brief moment, Sylar remained still with his arms crossed towards his chest and his face remained expressionless- he was asleep. The Haitian was tempted to peek into his memories, but he soon refrained; he did not want to feel any sympathy for this man. Ultimately, what went on in Gabriel Gray's mind at that moment would remain a mystery to the world, but one could guess that it involved his human side, a side Sylar did not plan to show anytime soon, but as fate would have it, it'd show itself sooner than expected…

He awoke with the Haitian tapping on his shoulder. Sylar looked through the translucent wall of the submarine. It was day out. They had arrived and docked in shallow water. The Haitian pressed a button and the roof of the submarine opened. He then gave Sylar a nod. Sylar stepped out and used his telekinesis to hover himself over the water and onto the sandy beaches of the island. He looked back and returned the nod to the Haitian. Soon, the vehicle backed away into the waters and disappeared swiftly. Sylar pulled out the old cell phone and gave Sparrow a call.

"Alright, I'm here," said Sylar.

"That's good news. You made it safely," answered Sparrow.

"The ride was pretty uneventful though, I've shared a couple of unfortunate events with your friend there. The ride was silent and awkward, but I didn't plan on talking to him anyways."

"Well, that's him. He had a very dysfunctional childhood."

"Anyhow, why was I chosen for this again?"

"What?" asked Sparrow.

"I said, why was I chosen for this?" repeated Sylar.

"…Because… uh…"

"You mean you don't remember you saying 'We need you because you are powerful, and smart. You also have a good record of getting things done'? And then you mentioned that lousy, unworthy weakling, Peter Petrelli?"

"Well I don't have super memory like you do- and what's the point of asking me this?"

"I just wanted to test you, to see what you were thinking- Apparently, those aren't the only reasons you picked me for the job now is it?"

"…Are you trying to spite me?"

"No sorry, I didn't mean to trick you. It was just a way to determine what you were thinking," said Sylar. She's hiding the real reasons behind walls of false praise.

"Very funny… not; I told you I was sorry," said Sparrow, "Anyways you're here now, be careful. You could be in danger at anytime. The island is full of traps."

"And you know this because…?"

"…Because I do… You know, you sure make things harder than they need to be."

"You're one to talk… anyways where do I go from here? That large tower beyond the trees?"

"Yup, that's exactly where. The path may seem straight forward but I'm warning you again, it's not so easy; be careful. He probably knows you're here."

"Alright, I will. I'll call you again if anything new happens."

"Sounds great, take care," said Sparrow.

Sylar hung up and put the phone back into his pocket. He glanced up towards the looming facility beyond the tropical forest and headed towards its direction, leaving the sandy beaches and clear waters of the island behind.

The wilds of the island were lush with vegetation. It started getting harder to traverse. Branches and vines littered the ground while the trees provided further obstruction. He took one final step and stopped. It was unfitting for someone as special as him to make such an effort in trying to navigate through the wilderness. He held one hand in a tight fist and opened it up to reveal a bright light and a loud "boom". He gave a little smirk in satisfaction and closed his hand into a tight fist again. Taking slow, small steps, he walked on through. The grass, the trees, and tangled growth wilted all around him. A trail of gray and withered shrubbery was all that remained in the wake of his path.

Before long, Sylar stumbled onto something peculiar. His suspicion grew as he scoped the perfectly circular open field that lay before him. The building was just up ahead. As he continued his advancement into the field and towards the towering construct, something arose out of the ground very quietly. Its light turned from red to green and two tranquilizer darts shot out of its turret. Sylar had heard it and with a lightning fast reflex, turned around to face the machine. He stopped the darts with his mind. Using his hand as a guide, he flipped the darts and sent them back at the machine. Of course nothing happened; the darts just bounced off the hard exterior. Sylar gave a sheepish grin at his own stupidity. Out of the ground, more turrets rose and shot a hail of darts at him. Sylar, with both arms outstretched in opposite directions, halted the impeding projectiles. The darts, all one thousand of them, were telekinetically held in place, forming a sphere that surrounded him. Within a brief moment, they all fell to the ground at the same time. As Sylar smirked at the unsuccessful attempt of the defense system, a metal wire wrapped around his leg. Before he could get it off, it tasered him with a large amount of voltage. He quickly fell to the ground.

As he lay there, he saw a foot come into his fading vision. Someone was there in front of him.

"I've been waiting a long time for this…" said the eerie voice.

Those were the last words Sylar heard as he slowly blacked out.