Ash burst out of the house clutching his radioactive hand as he tried to get to his location.

"Workshed!" He groaned as his hand got close to his face again.

He made his way to the door, but due to his current condition, he could not get inside. So he had to

make an entrance himself.

Ash banged his body against the door three times, before the door finally burst open.

"Come on..." Ash said desperately trying to find his weapon of mass destruction, "Where is it..."

He turned and smiled.

He let his hand go as it flew toward him.

Ash smiled as he rammed the chainsaw right into the hand and pinned it to the ground. Ash groaned in

pain as he smiled.

"That's right." He laughed, "Who's laughing now?"

He chuckled as he started the saw up with his teeth.

"WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!" He repeated as he sawed the hand up and down until it was cut in half. He then sawed it sideways so it was now completely off his arm.

"Yeah." He commented before something tapped him on the shoulder.

He spun around expecting another hand but froze in horror.

Standing before him was a man in his early 20's, with dark hair wearing black pants and a black jacket.

But the most disturbing part was that his eyebrows were as big as Ash's chin.

"Dude!" Ash said, "Who the hell are you and what the F$%^ did you do to your eyebrows?!"

"Let's just say I want something you have experience with." The man said.

"Looks like you're too late for hair removal, pal." Ash quipped.

"You always joke whenever you have the chance to, don't you, Mr. Williams?" The man asked disgusted.

"Look," Ash said switching topics, "I don't know what kind of deadite possessed you, but if you hand the book, we can free this demon from inside you together."

"Oh no," The man said picking up the hand, "I'm not a deadite. My name's Gabriel. But you can call

me Sylar."

Ash watched as the hand put itself back together on Sylar's hand.

"Now," He said throwing the hand at Ash, "Why don't we continue our picnic. With our entre: A hunk

of burning love. Thank yew. Thank yew very much!"

Luckily, Ash's shotgun was right next to him and he fired a single blast killing the hand.

Sylar and Ash stared at the hand.

"Yeah," Ash said to him, "All right you primitive, eyebrow-humping transvestite: This is my boomstick! It's a 12-gage double Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. Retails are about $109.95. It's got a wall nut stock, cold blue steel. And a hair trigger. That's right. Shop Smart! Shop S-Mart! You got that, buddy?!"

"No, Mr. Williams," Sylar said walking over to a closet, "I don't and neither do you."

He opened the closet and revealed a crapload of hands in the closet.

"Get him, my hands!" Sylar ordered as the hands flew out at him.

Ash reacted quickly and placed the hot gun barrel on his hand. He screamed in pain.

CLAIRE'S CAR:

Ash bounced up and hit his head on something. He groaned in pain as he looked up and noticed he was in a trunk.

"Groovy...some sugar, sweetie..." Ash said delusional as he watched himself chase a pretty girl

in circles.

"Ash?" Claire's voice asked.

"Claire?!" Ash yelled wondering where the hell she was, "Where are we?"

"You're in my car's trunk." Claire explained, "There wasn't enough room up here."

"Where are we going?" Ash said, "We can't run away! The Necronomicon got into the hands of some guy with the biggest F%^ing eyebrows on the planet! Said his name was Sylar or Sissy

or whatever!"

Claire slammed on the brakes sending Ash flying into the front and hitting his head again.

He listened as someone got out of the car and walked toward the trunk. The trunk opened and Claire helped him up.

"Did you say Sylar?" Claire asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Ash said, "What's wrong with that?"

"He's the one who tried to kill me..." Claire started.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Baby Sugar!" Ash interrupted, "Start from the beginning."

Claire sighed before speaking again.

"After I discovered my powers," Claire explained, "I was targeted by Sylar. He's a serial killer

who steal powers from people like me by eating their brains."

"Aw!" Ash said, "What kind of sick freak does s%^# like that?!"

"You're not letting me finish." Claire snapped.

"I'm sorry," Ash said, "Miss High School Pom-Pom girl, continue:"

Claire stared at him angrily before continuing.

"Anyway, I was saved by my Uncle, Peter Petrelli. I didn't know he was my Uncle at the time until I snuck away to New York and learned it there. While I was there, Sylar followed us and

almost succeeded in blowing up New York. However, My real father, Nathan Petrelli, told me

a man named Hiro Nakumara stabbed him through the chest killing him."

"Wait..." Ash thought, "If he were stabbed... it makes sense now!"

"What?" Claire asked confused.

"Don't you get it?" Ash asked, "Sylar wanted the Necronomicon so he could return. So he got Jason to steal it for him."

"So what do we do?" Claire asked.

Ash looked at her with a look of determination on his face.

"We shop smart." Ash muttered under his breath.