A/N I'm planning on writing more as the inspiration hits, and I'm more than happy to take suggestions for possible "Sylar Goes" in future. If you have a villain or monster you want to see Sylar go up against, please tell me in the comments (although I'm trying to stay away from ghosts etc, I'm not too sure how he could get out of that!) ^.^ I don't watch many horror films and will snoop around to find more scenarios, but any ideas will be appreciated!

Sylar Goes Camping (The Blair Witch Project)

Sometimes being the most powerful being on Earth can be exhausting. Sometimes it can be overwhelming, and the constant pull of potential future abilities can close in around Sylar and become all too much. Not that he would ever complain, of course. Just, sometimes, he thinks it would be nice to get away from it all for a bit.

And it's this thought that cements his decision to go camping by himself for a few days. He's never really been fond of living off nature, but at least out here he'll be by himself and able to just relax in peace and quiet, he reasons.

So he has set up his tent in the middle of the forest and is enjoying some peaceful solitude and a good book. Occasionally his enhanced hearing picks up a trio of noisy kids exploring the woods a while away, screeching and arguing with each other like there's no tomorrow. He doesn't care about them enough to listen in, and thinks it was just something about losing the map or one of them threw it away or whatever. Anyway, it's irrelevant.

The forest is otherwise perfect for him, and he can, for once, actually relax without the constant nagging of Parkman, Bennet or the Petrellis hunting him down like the good ol' heroes they are. He finds it a welcome break to have no reason to defend himself or kill anyone for a few days. But if the kids keep noisily going on about their stupid video camera, he suspects they might end up treading on some dangerous territory...

They come and go within his range of hearing, however, and he manages to just ignore them. It's not the kids that are irritating him anymore. It's the constant interruption of strange noises around him, and the way he keeps finding weird little wicker dolls hanging around in trees. They're hardly a nice decoration, and so he feels safe to assume that someone is trying to intimidate him.

It's more than a little annoying.

By the second night he's had enough of all this: the mostly-aloneness, the uninterrupted reading, the sleeping on a lumpy ground. The kids have only screamed and shouted more, as if their world is ending or something! He finds himself missing the city, and missing the call of his power. He knows he never liked camping, and two days away has been more than enough.

But mostly he's had enough of the incessant attempts to frighten him. He woke that morning to find a conspicuous pile of twigs and stones set up outside his tent, and now he's just pissed off. So when the noises start again that night, and he can hear the same, distinct heartbeat that has haunted him the whole trip, he lets out a sigh, slams his book shut, wrestles his long legs out of his sleeping bag and prowls into the darkness of the trees. It's time to whet his appetite...

He follows the noises, unafraid and undaunted by the vastness of the forest or the proximity of his mysterious stalker. He comes to a stop, standing tall and elegant in the midst of whirling trees and clacking branches, and he knows she's here somewhere.

He lets out a humourless laugh. "And people say I have a sick hobby. At least mine accomplishes something. But you... using your ability to traumatize random hikers... where's the gain in that?" He tips his head a little and wrinkles his nose, clearly expressing his lowly opinion of his stalker.

The twigs and branches continue to crackle and the other strange noises increase with fervour, in a desperate attempt to up the fear factor. Sylar allows a tantalising smile to curve his lips, closes his eyes and allows his hearing to hone in on the location of the rapidly increasing heartbeat... "What is it they call you? The Blair what? Wench? Wretch? Oh, witch, I'm sorry..." He chuckles, more than a little happy that he has been presented with the perfect excuse to cut his vacation short. There's only so much reading and isolation he can handle, after all.

Suddenly he extends a hand in the right direction, snapping his head up and allowing the satisfying weight under his telekinesis to tell him he caught his prey. The heartbeat is surging more than ever, he can hear pathetic little whimpers of fear and feel the useless struggling that everyone tries and fails to accomplish. The hunger is waking and stretching in his dark mind. He lifts his free hand, aiming precisely on the forehead he can't even see.

"Invisibility..." he thrums appreciatively, slowly drawing his finger in a horizontal line. "I've always wanted to try that one..."