Part IX: Epilogue
"So what do you plan to do now?" asked Sparrow. They were back in the sewers of New York City again.
"I've been thinking about it lately. I think I'll try to find out my father's whereabouts. It's about time I finally confronted this problem."
"Your father is still alive?"
"I dunno, maybe. He left my mom and me sometime ago. He could be dead now, but I want to make sure."
"Great! Let's find him together!" exclaimed Sparrow.
"No, you've experienced too many complications with humanity. You're still young; you shouldn't trouble yourself with my own affairs."
"Then how are you going to find him? You can't do it alone!" said Sparrow.
"No, I'll definitely ask for help. There is perhaps somebody left that I could talk to. And I know that he could help me."
"You'll be staying with someone then? But you said-"
"Yes, I told you why it was good to be alone. But, this is a chance that I'm willing to take," said Sylar as he gave a comfortable smile.
"I see… then, this is good bye?" asked Sparrow, a hint of sadness from her voice.
"I guess so… but you never know. We may meet again."
Sylar walked to the ladder that led to a manhole above. He put one hand on the first rung and turned back to face Sparrow.
"I never said thank you for saving me… Thank you." said Sylar, and then he started to climb the ladder.
"Wait!" said Sparrow.
Sylar stopped.
"Take this."
Sparrow rolled up her sleeve to reveal a golden bracelet. It was very plain with the exception of a peculiar symbol that dangled from it. The symbol was shaped like an out-stretched "S" with three parallel lines going through it. She took it off and handed it to Sylar.
"My mother gave this to me before she died. Please, take it. I want you to have it," said Sparrow.
Sylar took it and put it on his left wrist.
"Don't forget me!" shouted Sparrow.
Sylar gave her a nod and continued up the ladder. He opened the lid pulled himself out of the manhole. He was back on the streets of New York. He slid the lid over the hole. From Sparrow's point of view, it resembled an eclipse as she looked up to see her hero leave her…
Knock! Knock! Knock! Mohinder heard a knocking on his door.
"Coming!" he said.
Mohinder answered the door to find a tall figure standing in front of him. It was Sylar.
"It… can't be…" said Mohinder in disbelief. Mohinder slowly backed away. "Molly! Run! Call the police!" he shouted and tried to slam the door shut on Sylar.
"No wait!" said Sylar in a desperate plea and forced the door open. It sounded like Zane Taylor all over again.
"I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone right now. Please, just let me come in."
"And why should I trust you?" said Mohinder, "You tried to wipe out this city!"
"That was before, please let me explain. There's a lot I have to tell you," said Sylar.
Mohinder knew he had no choice. He was powerless to a man who defied the laws of physics. He reluctantly let Sylar in and told Molly to call the cops back to tell them that the issue had been resolved.
Sylar made himself at home and sat in a chair. Mohinder made some tea and sat down the chair opposite Sylar. He set down a cup of tea for Sylar and another cup for himself. Molly watched the two men from a distance.
"How are you alive? You died. I saw you on the ground," questioned Mohinder.
"It's an incredible story. It's true. I did die. But a girl by the name of Sparrow Redhouse brought me back to life."
"I can't imagine anyone crazy enough to do that… wait you didn't kill her and take her power did you?" asked Mohinder.
"No I did not. I would have, but she was ready for me. She tamed me well. I'll tell you all about it soon enough."
Sylar took the cup of tea into his hand and lifted it. Mohinder's eyes followed it steadily.
"Is this drugged?" asked Sylar curiously.
Mohinder didn't say a word.
Sylar gave a hearty laugh. "I see you still don't trust me. I don't blame you. But if I drink this will you trust me then?" challenged Sylar.
Before Mohinder could utter a word, Sylar chugged the tea in one gulp and set the cup down. Within a few seconds, Sylar fell over on the table and was fast asleep.
"Are you going to kill the boogeyman now?" asked Molly enthusiastically.
"No, he knew that that chai was drugged, but he drank it anyway. I have a lot of questions for him myself. For now we can trust him. I'll hook him up to some curare if you're still afraid Molly."
Mohinder removed Sylar's trenchcoat and handed it to Molly.
"Can you put this on that rack over there Molly?"
"Sure no problem," said Molly innocently.
Mohinder dragged Sylar to the bedroom and heaved his body onto the bed. He then went and prepared the curare and inserted the needle into Sylar's wrist. Mohinder took notice of the funky yet familiar bracelet on his wrist. Molly entered the room.
"There, he won't be able to do anything. You can relax Molly," said Mohinder.
Molly took a good look at her parents' murderer.
"The boogeyman…" said Molly. "He looked a lot scarier before when he killed my parents."
"Yup, he's also the one who killed my father, but he's put his fate into our hands. He trusts us. It's not like him to do something like this. Something must be up."
Mohinder left Sylar alone in the room and refilled the curare once in awhile. Sylar finally woke up in the evening. Mohinder was by his side. As expected, Sylar saw that he once again, lost control of his powers. He saw the needle on his left hand.
"So you've finally woken up… anyways you're now with us. I won't let you use your powers here," said Mohinder.
"It's fine," said Sylar.
Mohinder was a bit shocked at his response. Very unlike Sylar.
"…What's your name?" asked Mohinder.
Molly was on the opposite side of the bed, listening in into the conversation.
"Sylar," said Sylar sarcastically.
"No your real name. I'd like to know the name of my father's murderer."
"Yeah and I'd like to know who killed my parents," said Molly. Molly clasped her hands on her mouth and hid under the bed. She was still afraid of him. But she slowly came out and peeked at Sylar from the corner of the bed.
"My name is unimportant, just like my life before I met your father… But you can call me Gabe." Sylar flinched as he revealed his true name.
"…Gabe? As in Gabriel? That's your real name?"
"Maybe…you'll just have to find out won't you?" smirked Sylar.