Chapter 1:

He was walking down the street, thinking about the past. Peter Petrelli had exploded, not him. The interesting thing was, everyone thought he was dead. After waiting for a month or so, he would make his come back, killing someone close to them.

What Sylar didn't realize though, was that he was about to walk right into someone. When he did walk into that someone, he knocked them over and stared at them.

The someone was actually a girl. Maybe sixteen, eighteen at the most. She was on the small size, in both height and weight. Her skin was pale and her eyes were a piercing green. She had long black hair, which ended just above her waist, and he could see some blues and purples throughout it.

Then, he realized he was staring like a moron at a girl he had just knocked over. Grinning sheepishly, he extended a hand to help her up.

"I'm sorry," he said smoothly. "I wasn't paying attention. I guess I let my thoughts take over."

"I noticed," she said, grabbing his hand. When she stood up, she jingled slightly, drawing his attention to the chains on her pants. Sylar took a closer look at her, noticing her style. She wore black combat boots with silver clasps. Her pants were black, with chains and silver eyehooks all over. The girl's black shirt started just under her arms, and ended right above her stomach. On top of that, she wore a long sleeved, fishnet shirt.

"You look a little lost," she said, dusting off her pants. "Do you need some help?"

Looking around, Sylar was shocked. He was lost. His feet must have carried him miles away from Issac's loft. While thinking about that, he should really consider moving somewhere else since everyone knows where he lives now.

The girl looked expectant, arms crossed and foot tapping. "Yeah, I do need some help. I'm trying to get to the studio of Issac Mendez, I must have spaced out while walking." He handed her a piece of paper with the address on it, jerking back a little when their hands touched.

Her eyes widened slightly while looking at the paper. "You're at least fourty-five minutes away. I'm headed that way, so I'll walk with you."

As they started walking, she turned and looked up at him, smiling slightly. "I'm Rena Innova, by the way."

"Gabriel. Gabriel Gray."